#buriedinbleach

The tip of your tongue peeked out from between your soft lips. It carefully traced the shell of his ear with precision while one hand continued working its way lower, easing his haori open a little further with every inch. Kensei’s relaxed breathing didn’t betray the hunger growing steadily by the second, deep in the pit of his stomach. A warm breath sailed down his neck when your tongue gently flicked the piercing on his cartilage. That broke him. 

Kensei let out a low groan before one firm hand clamped down on your wrist, pulling you around his chair with enough force for you to land right in his lap. Exactly where he wanted you. 

He gripped your hips, greedily palming your curves and jerking you forward on his lap. His kiss was gentle and slow, with one hand tucked behind your neck to pull your lips to his. Kensei’s other hand however, continued to caress and tease, drawing breathless gasps from your parted lips. 

Your fingers wound through his hair, tightly holding his mouth to your neck. “Kensei.”

“I told you, I am the super lieutenant! You do what I say!” Mashiro’s trilling whine broke through the quiet of the room. You both froze: your hips in the process of grinding against his, Kensei’s hand pulling at the collar of your kimono. Almost in tandem, both of your eyes shot towards the door. 

“How many times do we have to go over this?” The exasperation in Shuhei’s voice was evident  –  and it was definitely getting closer. 

You looked back at Kensei, quickly adjusting your kimono back into place. He held a finger to his lips and eased you off his lap. It was easy to hear Mashiro and Shuhei’s voices echoing down the long squad nine hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Kensei glanced around the room, formulating a quick plan, pulling you into a small utility closet at the front of the room alongside him. The door to the closet slipped closed without a sound just as the door to Kensei’s office swung open to reveal Mashiro and Shuhei  –  still arguing. Loudly.

“Ken-sei!” Mashiro stomped her foot dramatically, letting Shuhei brush past her only to find Kensei’s desk empty. 

It was almost uncomfortably tight in that closet, especially being shoved in there with someone of Kensei’s size. His back was to the office where Shuhei and Mashiro continued to argue out of sight.  You stood crammed in chest to chest, wedged together like interlocking puzzle pieces, one of his massive thighs between your legs. Kensei tilted his ear back towards the office to listen more closely. 

“Doesn’t look like he’s here.” Shuhei turned towards the door, shoulders slumped, irritated and exhausted. 

Mashiro crossed her arms, a look of indignation flashing across her face. “We aren’t leaving! He’ll be back soon. You would know that if you were the Super Lieutenant.” She flopped down on the couch, making herself very comfortable. 

‘Poor Shuhei,’ You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself in the darkness. 

The impact of the closet’s small dimensions began to resonate with you and Kensei almost immediately. With his shoulders spanning most of the door, Kensei’s heavy mass guaranteed no one was getting in any time soon. As he leaned back towards to door to listen, you inched forward, pressed tightly to his body. 

Your soft, quiet, panting breaths echoed through Kensei’s mind, pounding like a drum, until they were indistinguishable from the beat of his own heart. The hand that was resting against your lower back crept lower still before squeezing and pulling your hips against his thigh. 

“Ay!” You chided in a whisper, uselessly throwing Kensei a glare in the pitch black darkness of the closet. It took everything you had not to smack him across the chest in warning. What the hell had gotten into him?

You leaned in closer, bringing your lips to his ear and whispered, “They’ll hear us in here.”

Kensei grinned triumphantly when he noticed that you made no attempt to move your hips away afterwards. He could hear Shuhei grumbling something unintelligible while Mashiro drones on about a recent shopping trip with Rangiku. At least, that’s how it sounded to Kensei’s ears. Particularly, when he had you almost exactly where he wanted. 

He had all the time in the world for this. 

You had stalled in the darkness; frozen in place, anxious with anticipation until the tips of his rough fingers teasingly grazed your thigh, causing you to gasp in surprise before relaxing into his touch. His wide palm settled with a weighty pressure against your back, keeping your hips tightly fitted against his. Kensei’s fingers though, they trace an invisible pattern over your skin, inching under the hem of your kimono and up your thigh before retreating back down again, slowly progressing. 

Kensei repeated the pattern over and over. 

Teasing. 

Each time, his fingers circled ever closer to grazing your slit over your underwear. Always so close. So close –  but not quite. As a whimper caught in your throat, Kensei’s lips silenced your objections before you made them. His kiss was hot and possessive, but you wanted more, pulling him closer. 

Your hips shift, just an inch, but it made all the difference. Kensei knew the second you felt it; your body went rigid, your lips parted, and the sweetest  –  hottest –  pant escaped before Kensei’s teeth nipped your lower lip in teasing silence. 

“That’s it, babe. Might as well make the most of our situation, right?”

That voice. It sent a sharp chill racing down your spine, but a hot ache was burning through your gut. It began in his palm, firm against your back, radiating through your body and sinking into your core, penetrating every fiber of every muscle until you had molded yourself perfectly against him. Angling just right thanks to a little encouragement from Kensei. 

You gave a slow nod of agreement, letting your teeth sink into your lower lip to silence a surprised gasp that threatened to escape. 

“Now, where were we?” His teeth grazed your ear, causing you to subconsciously tilt your neck, placing more of yourself on offering. Kensei grinned in the darkness like a naughty schoolboy, one very close to getting exactly what he – 

Your hand clamped down around his wrist, catching him in the act, with one finger dipped into your underwear, testing for the wetness you both knew he would find. You wanted to let him continue, to see how far he was willing to go with his lieutenants on the other side of the door. Any excuse at all to sink down on that sinful  –  thick  –  digit, but the sound of Shuhei and Mashiro’s mumbled voices and a strange ‘thunk’ closeby reminded you of the presence of others, calling you back from the void. 

“What if they see, or even hear something?” You pulled his hand out from your underwear with a light smack to the back of his wrist, trying to suitably chastise him. Even if the effect was somewhat lessened by your panting breaths. Your mind and your body were at odds, that is, until your more primal brain took over. 

Kensei felt the muscles of your legs clench and roll around his thigh, slow and cyclical like a wave. The movements were understated, cautious, almost as if you were shy, or trying not to get caught, even by Kensei. With one hand at the small of your back and the other wrapped around your thigh, he jerks you up into his body with enough friction to leave you seeing stars. 

“Trust me, it’ll just be us. They’ll never know.” He whispered, letting his lip lightly brush the shell of your ear. His own voice was growing about as strained as the tight fabric of his unforgiving hakama the harder he got. Kensei eagerly made a mental note for another time: getting you turned on, with your heavy breathing and the way your fingers dig desperately into the hard muscles of his shoulders as you angled your hips in discreet attempts to find friction  –  fuck, it all made him hard as a rock. 

You turned through his words in your head over and over, all while your hips continued their tentative dance, tightly locked in place in Kensei’s firm grasp, yet slipping ever closer to the edge of an abyss. Still not quite wanting to give in so easily, but finding it harder to resist with each passing second.

Lost in thought, temporarily distracted, you nod ‘yes’ with contented submission. Kensei feels you relax into his touch, sinking down onto his thigh like you were being liquified. His grip on your body tightens, pulling you closer until his lips brushed yours, teasing your body and your senses with grazing kisses. 

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, giving him a taste of his own medicine as you slowly trace his full lips with the tip of your tongue until it’s Kensei who hungrily devours you in another kiss. But, longing to tease and tempt him, that deep kiss drove you further against his thigh, brushing your clit over the hard muscle lightly rocking beneath you. 

Lightly rocking, and  –  

Oh gods! He was grinding now too  –  rutting your hips over his leg.

“Ke – “ He quickly silenced your hushed gasp, kissing you breathless while grinning wickedly against your lips. His hands may have been greedily palming your thighs  –  bracing, supporting, even gently guiding  –  but the wanton motions were all your own. 

“Ssshhh, babe.” He whispered, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck, making himself at home in that one spot he just knew drove you crazy. “You can be as loud as you want when we get home.”

Kensei tried to act tough. He wanted you to think this had absolutely no effect on him. He tried to act like he could watch you get yourself off all night  –  grinding your clit against his thigh, taking the friction you needed rather than waiting for him. Except that by now, he was happily palming handfuls of your ass, angling your hips just right until you were pulling against the collar of his haori and burying your face in his chest, silently panting for breath. 

Heat builds in your core, flourishing like vines curling along the jungle floor, pulling and coiling ever tighter. Kensei’s hard cock twitched against your thigh, aching for attention, but he knew he could wait all night if he had to. Instead, his ears pricked with the telltale signs of your approaching climax. Your breathing speeds up, hitching one or twice as the muscles throughout your body begin to tense at the waves of your approaching climax. 

“Ah – “ You gasped, sinking your teeth into your lower lip to silence your cries. The only way this moment could have been any better is if you had your own hands full of Kensei’s sculpted ass, pulling him deep inside your core with every thrust. But, the main course could wait until you two were home  –  you didn’t think you could have kept quiet enough for that.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous babe.” Kensei murmured darkly, slowly enunciating every word. He presses his lips against your neck to lick and suck until you were sure he’d left a mark  –  you just didn’t care. He took control, guiding the roll of your hips over his thigh when he felt you begin to tremble and lose momentum, muscles clenching cyclically like the roll of a wave. Kensei groaned at your shudder, a long, deep sound that travelled from his lips at your neck, vibrating through your body like a plucked string. “So beautiful.”

The reverberations from his voice were like the first shockwaves unleashing your orgasm. Starting out slow and steady with a warmth that kissed your skin with flame and engulfed your muscles in liquid ecstasy. “Ssshh.” You pull his mouth to yours to silence him with a kiss. 

Kensei gently nips and kisses your lips as you hiss with pleasure, grinding your hips against his thigh, riding out every last bit of friction you needed until he felt your body relax in his arms. He held you close, brushing the hair from your eyes before bringing his lips to your ear. “Gods that was hot. You ready to get out of here and finish this at home?”

The mere thought of Kensei pounding you into the mattress back home had your head swimming as the warmth in your core began creeping through your veins again. You didn’t even notice Kensei open the door and step out of the cramped closet until the bright light hit your eyes, blinding you with a brief flash. “Wait!”

“Why? I think we waited long enough to make sure they weren’t coming back.” Kensei let out a chuckle then turned to straighten his desk quickly so the two of you could leave. You scanned the room, seeking visual confirmation that Mashiro and Shuhei had indeed gone, trying to riddle out when they had left  –  hoping it was well before you were trying to call out Kensei’s name. 

You groaned. “When did they leave?”

Kensei looked at you, puzzled, as you both walked to the door. “Did you think they were out here that whole time?” You would swear you could pinpoint the exact moment the realization struck him; the darkness in his eyes and the seductive smirk spreading slowly across his lips were the only clues you needed. “You did.” 

Damn Kensei. How did that smug grin always turn you on?

“You knew they were gone the whole time?” You narrowed your eyes darkly, walking up to him until you were chest to chest. Kensei didn’t flinch. He looked back at you with a knowing, damnably hot grin causing the flames of desire to bite and singe your skin. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.”

***

Two days later, you went looking for Shunsui as soon as you arrived home from the Thirteenth division. You couldn’t wait to tell him what ridiculous idea Kiyone and Sentaro had come up with as your division’s entry for the film festival. Poor Jushiro.

You were still laughing to yourself when you headed straight to his study, expecting to find him hard at work on his mystery project once again. But when you arrived, the door was open and the room was pitch black. He wasn’t even napping on the couch.

“Hmmm…” You shrugged, wracking your brain, trying to think of where he could be when it hits you. Smiling, you know there was only one place you need to look  –  its the one spot no one else ever bothers checking for him. You walk out to the gardens, warm spring air swirling lightly around you when you see Shunsui leaning against a sakura tree, staring off into the foreground at the expanse before him.

Shunsui gently swirls his cup of sake  –  distracted. His eyes never leave the fixed point he regards in the distance. He didn’t need to look directly at you to feel your presence, he knew your reiatsu well enough by now. Instead, he raises his arm as you smile and curl in beside him.

“Is something wrong, love?” You ask, nuzzling against him, placing your hand on his firm chest.

He sips the cup of sake slowly until the cool liquid is gone, his brow is contemplative, but you wait patiently for him to speak. “Nanao-chan won’t let the division use my script for our entry in the film festival.” Shunsui reaches for his bottle, pouring another cup of sake, offering you the first drink before carefully nursing it once more.

So that’s what he had been working so hard on. You smiled softly, kissing his cheek and nuzzling in closer. Suddenly, excerpts from ‘The Rose Colored Path’ began swirling through your mind. It became slightly harder for you to fault Nanao for turning his script down now. But, that was also an easy fix. A few simple edits and Shunsui could try again.

“Why don’t I look at it? Maybe I can help make a few suggestions and then we can try talking her into it? Let me see your script.”      

Shunsui sighed lightly, downing the last drops in his glass before pulling out a rolled bundle of papers from behind his back and passing them to you. He knew there wasn’t much use. There was nothing you could have said that would make Nanao change her mind now, but a part of him was now eager to see your reaction.

“Hmmm… ‘The Goddess in the Glen’.” You sat up a little straighter, flipping open the first page. It was a little bit of a cheezy title, but that was kind of to be expected given his usual standard. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sappy romance you were about to find. “Why did you say Nanao wouldn’t let you-”

Heat immediately began rushing to your face as you scanned through the pages, not bothering to read the script word for word. Your heart was racing, blood was coursing through your veins at a furious pace. All the while, Shunsui sat next to you looking as calm and casual as he always did.

“I believe her exact words were, ‘I will not be associated with any film rated ‘adults only’. But now I’m more curious what you think of it petal.” Shunsui smiled lazily, the heat of his stare only compounded the boiling fire roaring through your body.

“I-” you choked on your next words, trying to clear your throat, to make them come out but they were stuck. Taking a deep breath, you started over. “I had no idea you could write like this.” It was the first thing you could think to say. Truthfully, the script was good. Surprisingly good  –  and very hot. You couldn’t stop the flood of images that began racing through your mind. Your nails dragging through the dark hair on his chest; fingers groping his muscles and sinking into his shoulders; Shunsui’s lips against your neck; his callouses grazing your breasts-

Shunsui laughed, “What do you mean? You’ve read my column before!”

Your mind scrambled to free itself from your daydream, to cover your faux pas quickly. “Right! I just mean this is even better! But, I think I understand why Nanao wouldn’t allow you to make it. Even if she did, there’s no way Head Captain Yamamoto would allow it to be shown.”

“I’ll admit, you have a point there.” Shunsui conceded, relaxing back against the tree.

“But Shun, who exactly did you think you could talk into being the Goddess and this warrior she’s supposed to seduce?” Setting the script aside, you curled against him, bringing your hand to rest against his bare chest. You let your eyes drift closed, ready to slip into a lazy nap at Shunsui’s side where you could have all the time in the world with your fantasy  –  uninterrupted.

However, the way his fingers began inching up your leg underneath the hem of your Gotei kimono made you reevaluate those plans. For the better.

Shunsui turned, bringing his lips down to your neck, letting his deep voice sink into your skin and down to your very bones. “You and me, petal.” The sinful way his lips parted to lick and suck his way over your neck nearly blocked out his words, you would have agreed to almost anything if he would just keep going.

Almost.

“Wait, what?” You place your hands on either side of his face and reluctantly pull him away.

Shunsui leaned back against the tree, but his hand resumed its pace  –  inching up your thigh. “Well it doesn’t matter now.” As his hand moved higher, your heart began pounding with excitement, an interesting idea crept into your mind.

You sat for a moment, mulling over your choice, pulse now thundering in you ears. “Love?”

“Mmmm?” Shunsui acknowledged. His lips pressed against your neck again, this time moving lower. The vibration of his hum rattled straight to your core.

“Maybewecouldmakeit?” You blurted the words quickly while you could still get them out. You knew Shunsui heard  –  and understood  –  when his fingers paused just inches from his goal at your breast.

His eyes met yours while your face blazed with the heat of embarrassment. Shunsui’s pupils looked like deep pools and you were about to be swallowed by their depths. You were anxious to look away, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull your eyes from his sinful stare. While he had you awestruck and trapped, Shunsui wrapped an arm around your waist and maneuvered you to lay beneath him on the soft, cool grass. You cast a quick, sly glance around the garden, cautious of prying eyes, only to find the estate was silent. Shunsui’s private area of the gardens was completely undisturbed by anyone but the two of you.

The tickling stubble of his beard against the center of your chest pulls your focus back to him. His callouses graze over the swell of your breast, opening the collar of your kimono, softly kissing the newly revealed skin. “Maa… really? Its not even my birthday.” Shunsui resumed his present course - kissing his way to your nipple. But this time, he was watching you, hypnotizing your mind with his erotic, dark stare.

“Y-Yeah-ah!” You inhaled a sharp, gasping breath when Shunsui’s teeth grazed the sensitive bud. Winding your fingers through his hair, you held him against your body, arching up to meet his face. Shunsui worked to keep you at ease, nearly breathless; he wanted to hear every pleasure-fogged, uncensored thought crossing your mind; he needed to taste every whimpering moan that skipped past your lips.

“I mean, we  –  hhnn  –  w-would just keep it to-oh! Yessss,” you hissed. Shunsui’s finger drifted up and down your slit over your underwear, pressing lightly to test the fabrics resistance. He watches your face sharply. Though his smokey eyes seem hazy with lust, he catalogues every motion as you lick and purse your lips, memorizing the sound of your gasping breath. “For our  –  mmm  –  eyes only.”

Shunsui pulls your underwear aside, sinking a finger slowly into your heat; his lips covering yours, drinking down your moans. “Of course, Petal. Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t really want anyone else hearing the beautiful sounds you make, just for me.”

He kisses your neck - licking and sucking just enough to lightly color and mark your skin. Once you’re lost in a haze, he slips another finger in to join the first, turning and curling his digits to brush your sweet spot again and again. “Hhnn  –  you’ll have to-” you hissed with pleasure, feeling warmth creeping over your body, “learn your lines. Yes! Shunsui! Mmm, right there!” Shunsui presses his lips to your neck, kissing as your pulse throbs and cries of his name are ripped from your throat; your release floods your muscles like the waves of a tsunami.

As your eyelids flutter, bringing you back into the present, Shunsui kisses your lips  –  long and slow. He settles between your legs, his kimono open and hanging loose around him. Shunsui frees himself from his hakama, never once pulling his lips from yours.

Your leg wraps around his bare hip, urging him closer. He smiles against your mouth before kissing along your jaw. As his lips trail over your jawline, Shunsui’s hand  –  calloused, wide, strong  –  smoothes over your leg. He starts at your ankle, dragging up your calf, caressing your thigh until he holds your leg against his hip. The hot head of his cock presses against your entrance, just lightly parting your folds, making you hiss and shiver with anticipation. Shunsui slowly pulls your leg up his hip as he inches forward into your heat  –  claiming and filling.    

Cool silk kissed the back of your hands, juxtaposing pleasantly with the warm, bare muscles of his back underneath your fingertips sliding underneath his kimono. “Are we really supposed to  –  mmm, Shunsui  –  to a-act through…”

A light breeze drifted through the garden, but neither of you felt a thing. Shunsui covered your body completely with his own, stoking a fire that promised to burn you from the inside out with each surge of his hips. He loved hearing your breathy voice climb higher as you desperately try to keep yourself together just long enough before he rolled against your clit again and you were lost.

“I don’t think either of us will be acting. I can’t keep my hands off of you.” His voice is like liquid honey trickling down your muscles  –  warm and satisfying  –  it only feeds the consuming heat stretching and filling your core. Shunsui pulls his hips back lazily, wanting to be sure you felt every ridge of his cock. He kisses away your hitched gasps and thrusts forward, burying himself again.

He was right, there was absolutely no need to act. Shunsui knew how to work every pleasure point on your body, how to turn you into liquid in seconds. But could you make his movie? Shunsui pulls your leg up, just an inch, but it leaves you dizzy and gripping his shoulders for more. Gods how you wanted more. Even if it meant filming a highly explicit home movie. Hell, the more explicit the better. You were aching to make it now.

One more precise tilt of your hips combined with Shunsui driving into your heat, rolling against your clit when he bottomed out was your undoing. Flames of pure ecstasy blazed out of control, licking and kissing your nerves. You wind the fingers of one hand through his thick waves, pulling him into a kiss.

Shunsui holds your hips tighter, thrusting harder  –  deeper  –  allowing the constricting, steady clenching of your core around his shaft to drive him higher. He chases his release right along with yours, managing to work you through one last, weaker orgasm before filling you with a satisfying warmth unique to Shunsui.

While you lay together recovering, his favorite floral kimono wrapped around your body in place of your own disheveled one, Shunsui huffed out a laugh and you giggled like a naughty child. The two of you were going to go for it. You would make his movie and keep it safely hidden away to be watched together whenever the mood strikes. Or when one of you was on a mission...

The sun was beginning to go down as you curled underneath his long arm and the two of you walked back inside. When you make your way into the bedroom, Shunsui walks silently behind you and stops to kiss your neck. You dreamily stroke his cheek, encouraging him to continue. “Shun, just one thing. How is this going to be filmed? I don’t want – “

“Relax, love.” That sinfully warm velvet voice of his poured into your ear as he stepped around to face you. Shunsui moved the collar of your borrowed kimono out of his way and kissed the skin before speaking. “I’m sure Kisuke could make something that didn’t require an operator.”

You froze. Your entire body went stone still until you narrowed your eyes in suspicion, pulling Shunsui’s eyes up to meet yours. He looked positively clueless as to your reaction. Clueless and gorgeous, but seemingly very aware of the warning edge to your voice.

“Huh? No, its nothing.”

It was an obvious lie that neither of you believed. You pull away, twisting. The formerly still water comes to life, rippling with movement as you turn to face him, wanting to look into his eyes as you spoke. “Don’t give me that. I know when something’s bothering you.” You smile reassuringly, cupping his cheek before continuing. “Tell me. Please.”

“Tomorrow maybe. The rest of the night, I just want to think about you.” Kensei said, sounding so determined. “Now, turn around and relax, damn it.” His voice returns to the playful grumble you were so familiar with, making you huff out a short laugh. You have no intention of letting him get away with it that easy. But for now, you had other plans in mind.

“No.” You grin, your eyes sparkle with the mischievous light that Kensei loves. Leaning in, you press your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

Another.

Holding his face lightly between your hands, your head twists carefully from side to side. Each touch of your warm, soft mouth on his becomes progressively longer. Your lips part ever so slightly to suck on his bottom lip. Kensei’s hands leave the edge of the bathtub blindly finding your hips beneath the water, resettling you onto his lap to face him. No longer content to sit back and let you slowly drive him mad, Kensei deepens the kiss, his tongue slides softly into your mouth.

There is something more behind his gentle, tender touch. Its in the way he holds you. Almost as if he doesn’t want to let you go, or he’s afraid to let you go. As if he ever could. It makes your heart ache. A flood of love and raw emotion washes through you in a wave as you clench your eyes shut tight to hold back tears, knowing Kensei would assume they were from sadness. But you know the truth, you have never been more blissfully happy than you were in that simple moment with him. You feel a sudden need to commit everything about this night to memory.

His lips travel slowly across your jaw, kissing down the damp, glistening skin of your neck. The combination of thick steam rising up from the water and Kensei’s touch makes you lightheaded and dizzy, you forget everything in that moment - except him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hold him tighter, letting your fingers graze through his hair. Your eyes slip closed again as you sigh, “Kensei.”

With that one simple word, the soft sound of your voice, Kensei’s heart beats faster. His rough hands caress your skin at a leisurely, slow pace. Gliding across your thighs, measuring the unconscious roll of your hips against his as they send gentle ripples across the surface of the water. He mentally catalogs every hitched sigh and muffled whimper from your lips; the way your nails rake through his hair and your fingers grip his shoulders; the taste of you - sweet and warm - as his tongue slides into your mouth once more.

Kensei’s hands travel up your waist to cup your breasts. The calloused pads of his thumbs brush your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He trails kisses over your jaw and down your neck - claiming - when you tilt your head to the side, offering him more while his teeth graze lightly over the thin skin. Moving slowly down the center of your chest, his warm breath blows lightly over your skin, the heat of it was like kindling for the fire slowly building in your core.

His full lips part ever so slightly, beautifully flushed from kissing, they softly ghost over your nipple - swirling. As your fingers tighten against his short silver hair, Kensei wraps his lips around the taut bud and sucks. His fingers brush and tease over the opposite side, the dual sensations drawing gasping moans from you.

Your hips roll against his - harder and faster - craving friction. Smiling, pressing your cheek against his soft hair, you feel Kensei’s shaft harden fully and twitch against your sex. His mouth moves cautiously, kissing across your chest to the other breast, refusing to break the contact for even a second. He groans against your body, tasting your skin while he kisses his way back up your neck to find your lips.

Every touch of Kensei’s sears into your naked flesh, driving you higher. One hand wraps around the back of your neck, gentle but firm, pulling your mouth to his; the other slips back beneath the water to grip your hip, tightening to judge the slow grind of your body. The heat of the water, the haze in your mind, and passion in his kiss leave you panting for breath against his mouth.

Your core throbs, forcing you to gasp again and again as it clenches down on nothing with each pass of your hips against his fully-hard girth. Kensei hisses sharply as your hand grips his shaft and you slowly rise up, ready to sink down onto him. Inches from your goal - your body screaming for his - Kensei grabs your hips forcefully, stopping you.

“Baby, please.” You whisper with a breathy sigh, bringing your lips to his ear, brushing against his piercings. “I need you.”

Kensei groans. Gods how he wants to do whatever you ask, but his grip doesn’t relax. “C’mon, let’s get outta the water.” He twists his face to yours for one more heated kiss before pulling you up with him to stand.

He steps out of the bath, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, a slight smirk teasing his lips at the disappointed frown you make when your view of his naked body is obscured. Your knees wobble as you try to step out but Kensei is there, lifting you effortlessly from the water. Towel in hand, he runs it carefully over you, softly smothering the droplets of water that glisten on your body. He covers every inch of dried, bare skin with a gentle kiss - slowly lowering himself to the ground as his lips trace an invisible line down your stomach.

Your eyes drift closed when the haze of pleasure begins to overtakes your senses once more. Fingers slipping easily through his damp hair, your breath hitches when Kensei’s lips part and his tongue licks slowly across your hip. You shift restlessly in place, waiting to feel his mouth - his tongue - where you need it most. But just as quickly as it began, it ends when Kensei moves lower to kiss your thigh.

You grumble something unintelligible while shooting him a dark look, though the intensity is lessened by the heat still burning in your eyes and your hurried breathing. “Stop teasing.”

Kensei smirks; a lopsided half-smile as he looks up at you and stands. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist a quick taste. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face down for another kiss.

Kensei’s rough palms slide down your naked hips, his callouses graze over the backs of your thighs slowly just before lifting you, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your lips make contact with every accessible inch of his skin as he walks blindly to the bedroom. You’re relaxed in his embrace, trusting his strength implicitly, when he bends to deposit you on the pillowy mattress.

Before you have a chance to feel the chilled air of the room, so much cooler than the heat that had enveloped you in the bathroom, Kensei blankets your body with his own. He props himself up on his forearm that rests next to your head, lightly brushing the hair from your face. Your hips shift again, anxious for contact, trying to find a small bit of relief when Kensei maneuveres his way in between them.

“Be patient, brat.” Kensei laughs lightly, sending a warm puff of air over the shell of your ear. Your protest begins as a whine that rapidly devolves into moan when his teeth graze your earlobe.

Eyes narrowed in a mock glare that goes unseen, you relax in Kensei’s arms. “Fine. But first…” you nudge his face back up to yours for a kiss while your fingers stroke down his abs and underneath the loose towel still wrapped around his waist. With a quick tug you pull it free and carelessly let it fall to the floor. “There. Much better.”

His lips part in an amused grin against your cheek, letting you believe you’ve had the last word. “You’re right, that is better.” His voice is deep and dark, barely above a lustful whisper when he rolls his hips into yours, catching your clit and earning a moan.

“I ah told you to stop hhnngg teasing.”

He smirks down at you, rolling his hips once more for good measure, pulling away again as you arch up, desperate to continue. “And I told you I would make it up to you.” A wave of heat trickles down your spine, pulsating through your core.

You cup his cheek softly as Kensei moves over you, settling on his stomach between your thighs. The muscles throughout your body tense in anticipation, but Kensei continues traveling lower, only stopping when he reaches your knees. Pushing himself up slightly, his palms wrap around the backs of your calves, massaging and caressing while he trails soft, open mouthed kisses up you body. He moves at a glacial pace from your thighs, over each hip, up your stomach, under the swell of your breast - teasing his lips over the pebbled buds.

Kensei can’t stop kissing you, lost in the scent and taste of your skin. Your body is like a blank canvas and with each brush of his lips you are marked by an artist’s touch. He feels your pulse pounding with excitement at your throat, he lavishes attention on your breasts until you whine and pull him away - pleading for relief. As he kisses your hip bones and begins nipping at your inner thighs, you relax the minute he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulder.

Your heart seems to be skipping beats when his warm breath begins creeping up your thighs. Kensei looks up at your face, watching your eyes close and your lips part with heavy breaths, with your hair fanned out beneath you - he can’t believe how beautiful you are. A knot forms in the pit of his stomach as he watches. A jolt of heat bubbles up from deep within when he hears your choked moan as he licks a long, slow stripe up your sex.

“Kensei, yes!” Your cry is nearly euphoric while you thread your fingers through his hair, rolling your hips against his face lightly - still tentative.

He groans in satisfaction at the first taste of you hitting his tongue. He always did. You begin to arch up off the mattress in search of more, but his strong hands are already gripping your hips, pulling you against his mouth. His lips kiss your flesh before brushing over your clit so gently, you gasp. Kensei flicks lightly with his tongue, wrapping his mouth around the bud - sucking.

Your muscles grow tense within minutes, so sensitive from his delicious torment to your body and mind. Kensei can feel how close you are, but he’s holding back. He’s perfectly content, feeling your hips grind against his face, listening to the moans and gasps of his name wrenching free from your throat. Kensei could have kept it up for hours, but hearing you call to him - the desperate need in your voice - made his body ache to feel you.

One thick finger teases against your slit, pushing into your heat carefully before adding another. His fingers caress softly - gently - in a slow exploration. Kensei bites his lower lip hearing you sigh and moan in relief as he curls and scissors his fingers. The knot in his gut tightens further, hungry to hear you cry out again. He watches your face scrunch slightly, your tongue peeks out to run along your lips after you purse them. Kensei wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue while your walls flutter around his fingers. As the waves of pleasure begin swelling through you, your breaths tighten into short gasps - mimicking the pulsating of your core contracting around him.

Kensei expertly works you through every last surge of release that washes through your body. A hard, heavy warmth settles over you, Kensei’s lips descend on your neck, moving up until his deep voice whispers in your ear. “You are so beautiful.”

His words - his voice - was like lighting a match, and it burned a fiery path straight to your core. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull his mouth to yours. “I love you, grump.”

Kensei’s eyes searched yours in the dim bedroom light, regarding you carefully before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The hunger you both felt for each other melted into more, so much more than simple words could ever hope to encompass.

“I love you too, brat.” Those words had been exchanged more times than Kensei could count between the two of you. Normally, he couldn’t help feeling that each utterance came was like a promise he couldn’t keep. You were alive - mortal - and he... wasn’t.

None of that mattered now. This was the first time he’d said those words without worry or guilt. The two of you, the night you were having, was the most important thing in the world. Everything else - Aizen, the Seireitei - could wait until tomorrow.

He looks in your eyes and kisses your jaw, listening to your breathy whimpers of his name and feeling your fingers grasping at his shoulders while you rise up into his kiss, slowly forcing him onto his back. Kensei huffs out a short laugh when you nudge his shoulder, pushing him to speed up the last few inches before catching sight of your devilish grin.

As you push one leg over to straddle him, you roll your hips against his experimentally, earning a deep hiss from Kensei as his hands fly out to grab your hips. “That’s what you get for teasing me.” You place your hands against his pecs, gripping the flexed muscles while you roll into him again. Kensei groans, he was ready for you that time, and pulls you down for a kiss. Breaking away with one last agonizing grind of your hips you whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll  make it up to you.”

Kensei felt your muscles twitch under his grasp as you reach between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his hard shaft. He lifts your hips almost before you have the chance to move. Kensei holds you, his fingers sink into your curves, letting you guide the pace while you slowly sink down onto him. Tight heat envelopes his body, it courses through his veins with every delicate roll of your hips as you stretch around him, shifting your body to take him deeper.

His mind is lost in a fog, the only thing that is clear and consistent is you. The searing heat from your fingers and palms while they stroke his abs appreciatively; a beautiful, playful smile teases the corners of your mouth before you sink your teeth into your bottom lip; the slow, grinding roll of your hips working up and down his shaft; a soft white glow from the moonlight outside frames your body, highlighting every curve that calls for his touch.

Kensei watches you reverently - your eyes closed, head falling back while you arch into every stroke. For a moment, he forgets to breathe. His hard palms caress your skin, grazing from your calves, over your thighs, and up your waist - never stopping the smooth exploration until he comes to your chest. Kensei palms your breasts, brushing your nipples; the sinful, breathy moans that slip past your lips settle deep inside his gut.

‘If this is the last time-No! Not right now - hhnngg.’ Kensei takes a deep breath. While he was lost in thought, you swivel your hips, surprising him.  

“Fuck.” He groans. A long, low growl that resonates in his chest. That was too close, he was too close. Kensei refocuses his thoughts, smirking up at your teasing smile. He holds your hips firmly, thrusting up into your heat, pulling you down onto his shaft. Both of you gasp, trying to adjust to the feeling of him fully hilted inside you.

Leaning down, you brush your lips over his adam’s apple, tasting the salty warmth of his skin, rocking slowly. Your breaths are nearly identical - thick, ragged, rough. One of his calloused palms grips your hip, the other hand stroked down the curve of your thigh, settling just underneath your ass. Kensei pulls you on and off his length, diligently following your own erotic grinding against his muscles, filling yourself.

Your lips meet Kensei’s - passionately crashing together like waves on a rocky shore. After each break in the swell you’re both left gasping for breath. Burying your head against his shoulder, the rhythm of your hips begins to falter, but Kensei keeps you steady.

“Hhnn… Kensei. I-I’m,”

Kensei holds your hips, doing his best to mimic the leisurely pace you had set even though his nerves cried out for more. His body was begging him to push faster - deeper - into your slick core, but it wasn’t about what he wanted. He has better self-control than that.

“Kensei!”

Pleasure blooms deep in the pit of your stomach. Your fingers sink into his thick shoulders for leverage, you lift your head just enough for Kensei to pull you into a sensual kiss. Every gasp and moan you make against his lips as you come sends a jolt of pulsating electricity straight through his spine.

Burying your face in his broad chest, breathing deeply, you take a moment to reorient yourself. With one arm, he clutches your body against his, pulling himself up to sit with the other. Sitting up, you move carefully - wiggling an inch - another sharp zap ripples down his spine forcing Kensei to draw a deep breath, trying to block out the voice inside of him screaming for more.

Kensei held your face between his hands, staring into the dark pools of your eyes. Your arms drape around his shoulders; despite feeling overstimulated, you can’t help the shallow rocking when your hips begin rolling against his. “One more time beautiful. Just let me feel you… one more time.” You nod, whether in understanding or agreement, who knows. Your dulled senses are dazed and cloudy, it takes Kensei tilting your mouth to his for a kiss to bring you back around.

The kiss starts slow.

But, its all-consuming.

His lips linger over yours; mixed rushed, heavy breaths float over your hot skin; finally - his mouth captures your lower lip, sucking, waiting until you exhale a heavy breath to slip inside. His tongue matches each slow, deep penetration his body makes in yours, steadily growing in intensity.

Kensei runs his calloused hands down the sides of your body to hold your hips. His touch, sliding over your body feels like warm caramel enrobing your skin, forming a pool of satisfaction deep within your stomach. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him close enough to brush your lips over his piercings - earning you a sharp thrust of Kensei’s hips. He just barely grazes that sweet spot deep inside, making you melt.

His grip on your hips is tight, too tight. But so satisfying, you want more. Whatever pattern he’s making with your hips while guiding the rhythm of your body over his needs something else, you can feel it. So, you speed up. Grinding, bouncing, rocking against Kensei. He stretches his thumb out, places it over your clit and rubs delicate circles over the tiny bud.

“Yes! Ah! Kensei, don’t stop!” You whimper quietly in his ear before kissing him again.

The blood in Kensei’s veins feels like its on fire; his nerves crackle with electricity, quickly coming to life. The kisses you share rapidly devolve into a cacophony of panting breaths, gasps, unintelligible mumbled moans mixed with hungry kisses. Kensei pulls you closer, pushing deeper, all while his thumb continues its cyclical cadence.

Its like setting off a chain reaction. Warmth and bliss pulsates through every bone, muscle, vein, and nerve in your body. Kensei captures your lips in a long kiss. You gasp and coo his name while your walls contract around his girth, stronger than any of your previous times that night, begging him to join you.  

Kensei loses himself. The sound of your shallow breaths and moans is all he hears. His body feels like its on fire, each rolling grind of your hips stokes the flames. The tight heat of your body contracting around him is like adding gasoline to a blaze. In the blink of an eye, it was an inferno. Kensei thrusts into your heat, finally letting your orgasm wring out his own with a deep groan.

You bury your face against his neck, your arms wrap around his shoulders while you dazedly wait for the aftershocks in your core to finish. Kensei moves first, gingerly laying you on the bed before settling down next to you. He wraps an arm around your waist, nestling you closely, hitching one of your legs over his own in one smooth motion. Kensei only relaxes once the fluffy blankets are pulled up around you.

Its quiet in the dark room - peaceful. Kensei draws long, deep breaths. Their hypnotic rhythm, mixed with the wave-like motion of your head rising and falling on his chest would normally have you drifting into blissful sleep in seconds with Kensei following closely behind. But tonight, his fingers swirl lightly over the small of your back, tracing yet another undecipherable pattern.

His nagging thoughts had returned. Kensei never expected to be rid of them, but he had hoped for more of a reprieve rather than having them crop up now, after all you both felt, when everything else was perfect. For once.

He looks down at the top of your head, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. Kensei had never been more aware of your fragility - your mortality - than he was in that moment. He listens as your easy breathing mirrored his own. Kensei smirks thoughtfully when you shuffle an inch, wrapping your arm and leg just a little tighter around his body, nuzzling your face to his chest. He always loves it when you do that, even if he never says so. ‘Shit, I should have told her more often.’

Kensei feels the edges of sleep coming to claim him, closing in on the periphery, just as they had done with you. He holds you just a little tighter, pressing his lips to the top of your head for a quick kiss, leaning his cheek against you to rest.

“I love you, brat.” He says it softly, quietly, with purpose. This time, he said it as a promise he intended to keep - whatever it was - before pressing his lips against the top of your head again, shutting his eyes.

He casts a quick glance in your direction before hurriedly resuming his task. “What? Oh no. Those are safe. We keep candy around to distract Captain Zaraki’s lieutenant from poking around in case she comes by, though Rin likes to eat them too.”

Well, if they had them around for Yachiru they must be fine. Not even Captain Kurotsuchi would be crazy enough to feed her experimental sweets. Right? Well, he probably was but the rest of his underlings certainly weren’t; and you had seen Rin around before, he was a nice kid, highly unlikely to destroy his own candies for some experiment. After checking Hiyosu’sµ expression one last time to make sure he wasn’t playing some sort of trick. You take a handful of the soft candies, pop one into your mouth and pocket the rest, trying to limit the amount of pink powder coating the candies from covering too much of your hands and fingers.

You chewed tentatively - cautious - worried that at any moment you might drop dead. The strong strawberry flavor filled your mouth and to your surprise, you were still breathing. Quite an accomplishment for the Twelfth division. Swallowing the first candy, you hop up onto the desk you had been leaning against, checking Hiyosu’s progress before feeling your phone vibrate in your shihakusho pocket. You popped another candy into your mouth before checking the message.

Abarai: Got back early. You gonna be home soon?

Your eyes practically fly out of your head when you glance back over at Hiyosu and see the captain’s phone in dozens more tiny pieces than they had been a moment earlier, splayed chaotically across the desk. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you type out a short reply.

Babe: Doubtful.

Abarai: Too bad. Guess I’ll have to shower alone…

Damn Renji. He knew just how to test you. He had been on a mission in the World of the Living for a week. You had kept yourself sufficiently busy with work during that time, but for some reason you suddenly felt anxious to get home and see him.

“Do you think you’ll be finished soon, or…” You tried to keep your voice casual, but a strange buzzing sensation was beginning to tear at your nerves, making you twitch and shift restlessly.

Hiyosu laughed. “Oh no. I’ll need to keep this for at least two days.” A loud gurgle erupted from your stomach, interrupting him. You both went completely silent and glanced down at your stomach, your face grimacing to hide the embarrassment. “Uh… we can give Captain Yadomaru a temporary locator. I’ll have someone drop it by the Eighth a little later… if you need to go.”

The gurgling deep in the pit of your stomach faded, giving rise to something else. Something much more uncomfortable.

It was suddenly unbearably hot in the lab, your brow and palms were damp and dewy with sweat. You knew the heat bubbling through your body must have been rising up to flood your face by now. Heart racing, thundering, the forced breaths you took to try and calm yourself were coming out ragged and harsh. Your mouth felt as dry as a desert. The uncomfortable, edgy, tingles electrifying your skin were too much.

Clenching your jaw, you grit out a quick response. “Please do. I’m not feeling very well.”

Without another word you spun on your heel and hurried out of the lab, desperate for the cool, fresh air of the Seireitei hoping it would provide some amount of relief. The second you burst outside the doors of the Twelfth division you gasped for air, repeatedly filling your lungs as if you had just been saved from suffocation.

The relief never came. If anything, you felt worse. More than that though, you felt everything.

It was as if every one of your senses was overwhelmed and overloaded with information all at once. As you hurried through the streets towards home, you could hear the inane, quiet chatter of soul reapers walking 15 feet away as if they were right next to you; the electrified tingles dancing over your skin began to magnify and radiate around your body; colors seemed sharper, more vibrant somehow; the strawberry flavor of the candy still coated your mouth, but the more you moved your restless tongue, the more the hunger deep within began screaming for more.  

But it wasn’t demanding food.

‘What the hell was in that candy?!’

A nondescript craving was developing, your thoughts raced to find the source, to fill the void that was all-consuming. You would do anything in that moment to quell the hunger - the need - ripping you apart. But your body knew the remedy better than your mind and it fueled your steps in a familiar direction: home. The same home you shared with Renji.

Renji.

The craving now made much more sense. Your previously clouded mind abruptly focused on one thing, your gorgeous boyfriend who was waiting for you at that very moment - very naked. As the image of Renji overtook your thoughts you froze, every muscle in your body clenched and released, searching, coming up empty. So empty, yet consumed with an aching need that begged to be filled. Deliciously filled - over and over.

Your heart begins pounding again with urgency and excitement. Your steps quicken until you catch a delicious scent permeating through the air, something that wouldn’t have been noticeable to you otherwise outside of your present condition. It was the strong, earthy smell of dirt, sweat, and male pheromones. You tightened your jaw to stifle the moan attempting to rip from your throat as your core clenched down again, and your eyes searched frantically for the source - any source - of the delicious scent.

“___-chan, you ok?” Shuhei touches your shoulder, his hand searing through the layers of your shihakusho. There is a panicked look in your eyes as you stare back at him, standing next to Izuru. Both of them regard you with puzzled, worried looks. Two of Renji’s best friends. Your body throbs painfully once more at their proximity, eyes drifting down to Shuhei’s strong arms, blood coursing through your veins. How easy it would be to…

NO! You needed Renji, you wanted Renji. That damn candy might settle for any male presence, but you wouldn’t. You were stronger than that.

Your voice cracks, coming out more startled and desperate than you wanted. “Fine! Just need to get home!” You didn’t wait to hear their response before flash-stepping away with newfound speed. The hunger was building, your sex throbs and spasms continuously now. A warning deep within told you that your rational brain wouldn’t be able to control the desire for much longer. You need to hurry.

By the time you reach the door to your shared home you’re trembling, barely containing the wanton moans trying to escape your lips. Slamming the door shut behind you, your chest heaves for breath. Renji had been relaxing on the couch, freshly showered and shirtless, wearing only a simple pair of grey sweats. He bolted upright the second you came into view, and judging by the expression on his face, you must have been a sight - not that you cared one bit about that. In that moment, all you cared about was him - your salvation - the only one who could ever make you feel good. Candy or no candy.

Renji jumps up from the couch and begins hurrying towards you - nowhere near fast enough. You run to meet him, your fingers frantically pulling at your obi as you move. The closer you got to him, the hotter you felt; the more desperate the need became, warmth rushing up and down your spine, flooding your core.

“Babe, what the hell?! Are you ok?!” Worry and fear tinged Renji’s voice. You nodded frantically, reaching up and pulling his mouth down to yours in a hungry kiss. The second you touch his skin, taste his lips, you feel the smallest measure of relief, but its short lived. Now that you had found him, his kiss alone wouldn’t do. Your clit throbs making you moan into his mouth.

You feverishly pull at your clothes, the normally comfortable fabric grated against your skin like shards of glass. “Fi-fine. I’m fine.” You kiss him again as your hands work. “Twelfth… weird candy… I need you.” Your thoughts and words are broken by heavy breaths and desperate kisses.

“I’m here! Tell me what you need, I’ll do it.” Panic is still his overriding emotion as he watches you peeling off your kosode and hakama, tossing them away carelessly. Renji has never seen you like this, but a small part of him didn’t mind it. His eyes travel down your body, covered only in your bra and underwear, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly with heated, lustful breaths. It made his cock stir, no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

Your eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire flick up to meet his, a salacious smile creeping across your lips. Stepping forward, your hand reaches down between your bodies to stroke the steadily forming bulge you find barely concealed under his sweats. You cup Renji’s face with your free hand, letting your thumb graze across his full lower lip slowly before pushing inside, your eyes trained on his.

Renji’s warm tongue slides across the pad of your thumb, taking in the faint hint of strawberry that tinged your skin. His pupils suddenly grow larger, darker, his dick hardens in an instant and twitches under your touch. A low groan rolls through his chest, his breathing becoming much more urgent, yet still not as fast as yours. Renji’s rough palms slip down your waist, dragging over your curves to cup the back of your thighs. In one swift motion Renji lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pressing your back against the nearest wall.

You were careless.

Maybe if your mind hadn’t been consumed with the need to feel Renji inside you - filling the painful, aching emptiness - you would have realized trace amounts of the candy remained on your fingers. But you didn’t. And now Renji was going to experience a small fraction of what you were going through. A sliver of your rational brains realized what was going on, but your primal urges silenced any objections, acutely aware you were both about to get exactly what you needed.

Renji’s eyes were as dark and lustful as your own as you stare at each other for a split second before your fingers weave through his crimson hair, pulling his mouth to yours. The kiss was hot and deep, rapidly devolving into little more than panting breaths as he kisses down your neck to lick and suck at the delicate skin, hungrily marking your body. Every point of contact was fuel for the fire raging through you. You rolled your hips over Renji’s, moaning as his erection pressed against your sex.

“Please, Renji! I need you now!” A mixture of whimpers and moans left you as your core clenched down again - on nothing. He was so close. His scent was heavy in your nostrils, making your head swim. Water, fresh soap, overwhelming male musk. His body - his muscles - were so hard against your own, pinning you effortlessly to the wall. Each new stimulus sent a jolt through your body, straight to your core causing you to grind your hips into his erection. Renji groans, crushing his hips into yours before breathing deeply and carrying you to the bedroom using his quickest flash-step.   

You had barely reached the bed before Renji tosses you down onto the soft mattress. He quickly kicks off his sweats - unable to tolerate the tight, chafing material that painfully restricted his throbbing length. A low growl rumbles through his chest as he stalks his way up the bed, descending on you like a hungry predator. Renji’s warm brown eyes were nearly swallowed by deep black pools of lust and desire.

He kisses his way up the center of your chest, letting his teeth graze your neck, across your jaw, until he finally reaches your lips. You welcome the weight and pressure of his body pressing into yours, moaning loudly, sinking your fingers into his shoulders when his cock grazed against the thin, soaking wet fabric of your underwear.

Renji captures your bottom lip between his teeth, lightly pulling and sucking on your flesh as you whimper, gasping for air. “Mmm… you taste amazing, babe.” He traces your mouth slowly, the tip of his tongue running along your slightly open lips pulling lust-drunk mewls from you.

It was clear that the trace amount of candy he had ingested wasn’t affecting him nearly as bad as you. He still possessed enough resistance to drag his rough palms down your curves, pinning your squirming hips - eager for friction - to the bed. His hands burned a trail down your skin, leaving a wake of painful electric shocks to mark his path. Renji sat back with a grin, trailing a finger over your still covered sex.

Your core spasms, desperately grasping for an object that remains out of reach. “Aahh!” A low, agonizing whine rips from your throat. “Renji, I wa-nt you… i-in…” You couldn’t get the words out. Thankfully, you didn’t need to. Renji’s cock twitches. That was a plea his body couldn’t resist any longer.

His hands slide up your hips, gripping the fabric of your underwear, shredding it to pieces and tossing the remnants off the bed. Your bra was the next casualty of the shared ache you felt for each other. Finally, skin met skin, burning and unobstructed. Renji’s warm weight was on you again, your arms and legs tangle around his shoulders and hips, pulling him closer. The second his cock brushes against your folds, lining up with your entrance, you feel dizzy with excitement - keening wildly. His hips press forward, slowly sinking into your heat as you arch up to meet him. Renji holds his forehead to yours, breathing heavily. You share a long, exalted sigh - finally feeling a small measure of relief.

“Fuck.” Renji groans, lying perfectly still once he’s completely buried inside you. At last. Right where you needed him, where he fits perfectly - where he belongs. It doesn’t take long for your body to adjust to the stretch of him before your core cries out for more. Fortunately, he feels it too. Renji’s hips begin rocking against yours, a slow, in and out roll that has you rising up and pushing into him to meet each stroke.

“Yes! Renji, you feel so good.” You sigh, both of your mouths hang open, panting heavily, drunk with lust. The slow thrusting begins to build, matching the fervor coursing through your veins, aching for release, racing to a crescendo. Renji’s mouth hungrily moves down your throat, his hands ball into tight fists beside your head before the pressure mounting in his gut becomes too much.

He grabs your shoulders, pulling you up sharply onto his lap with a grunt. The forceful, eager gesture makes you whimper in rapture as your hips slam down onto his. He groans watching you, a dark, debauched sound that feeds your frenzy. “Ah! Babe, you look so hot.” His rough palms caress your hips, savoring every grinding stroke you make. The coarse, calloused skin of his hands is magnified in your heightened state as he slings one arm around your back, reaching up with the other to palm your breast, bringing it to his mouth.

Renji grins up you, winking as his tongue peeks out to flick against the rock hard pebble of your nipple. He wants to make sure you’re watching his every move. It sends a shockwave pulsing out over your body, your core spasms and your walls contract around his girth as you cry out. He wraps his mouth around your soft flesh, massaging and sucking while he groans against your skin. Renji feels your fingers weave through his hair, dancing across his scalp in an effort to pull him closer. His lips part in an arrogant smile as he happily obliges, swirling his tongue around your nipple, capturing it lightly between his teeth before sucking it into a puffy swollen state - repeating the process on the other side.

Still, nothing compares to the blissful feeling of Renji filling you over and over, bouncing harshly up and down his thick cock. Every normally satisfying inch of Renji’s body around yours - in yours - was positively euphoric now. Amplified to levels that were almost intolerable - untenable. You were grinding, rolling, filled, and stretched to the point of exhaustion - but you needed more.

‘How could there possibly be more this?!’

Renji grips your hips, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts into you. Surely, you could die happy after this. Fade away into reishi, a satisfied mist with no complaints. But the tension coiling in the pit of your stomach calls you back to reality. You were so close, so painfully close, but something deep inside told you that your release was still out of reach. Needing one more thing to push you to the brink.

Renji’s deep, husky voice whispers in your ear. The heat of his breath and his words resonates down to your core. “Fuck. Babe, you’re gonna make me cum.”

A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoots straight down your spine. Your back arches and your head rolls back at hearing those words. That was it. The indescribable ingredient you were missing. “Oh Gods, Renji, Please! Please cum in me!” Your words echoes loudly in his mind through the lewd moans tearing from your throat.

Renji groans, clenching his jaw. The sound of your whimpering voice, the sight of your body thrusting against his, unabashedly taking what you need is a picture he won’t ever forget. His body pleads with him to give you exactly what you want, what you’re begging him for. But his microdose of candy is starting to wear off, allowing him brief flashes of clarity.

He pants, breathless. “Are you sure?” His words are chivalrous, but the way he drives into you, pulling you down onto his length, rolling his hips to catch you clit is not. Its obvious Renji wants it as badly as you do.

“Yes!! Baby, I need it!”

That was all Renji needed to hear. His heated growl sends both your bodies into overdrive, primal instincts take over. Your fingers sink into his shoulders, gripping his body as an anchor point. Your thighs tremble with effort, Renji holds you tightly against him, pushing your back down onto the bed, driving into your heat.

Renji pulls your leg up around his hip, thrusting deeper, reaching that perfect spot deep within you. His mouth is everywhere; licking, sucking, grazing your skin. Your hips arch up off the bed to meet his thrusts as you breathlessly chant barely coherent words. “Yes!” “Harder!” “More!” “Cum in me, Renji!”

With two final, powerful snaps of his hips, you both feel your walls spasm harshly around his cock - commanding his release. The heat of Renji flooding your core - the forceful sensation - reverberates through you in waves, tension melting away into overwhelming, orgasmic bliss. It courses through your veins in powerful waves that form aftershocks, rippling in your core until you’re left limp, sated, and full.

Renji rolls onto the bed beside you, wrapping his body tightly around yours, drawing a contented sigh. You were both completely silent, drowsily waiting for your hearts to stop pounding in your chests and you breathing to return to some semblance of normalcy. Renji was the first one to recover.

“You feel any better?” He whispers tenderly in your ear.

“Much. I probably would have gone crazy if you weren’t here. That was intense.” A little shiver ran down your spine at the memory. Although, you had to admit, the overwhelming euphoria still heavily present in your mind and body, that candy definitely had its perks.

Renji grinned, his lips ghosting over your neck. “What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help? I wonder what the hell the Twelfth needs something like that for anyway.”

You laughed briefly before the sound morphed into a long yawn; the call to sleep was taking over. “I think I still have a few in my pocket. You can be the one to try it next time and find out.” Renji’s eyes widened in surprise before a mischievous smirk crossed his lips. It was only fair that you get to see him become a keening, erotic mess this time. For science.

Rin entered the lab carrying a small bag, Hiyosu was painstakingly reassembling Captain Yadomaru’s phone. Sensing that Hiyosu had everything under control, he was about to turn and leave when his eyes fell on the half-empty candy dish stationed nearby. His bag fell from his hands, crashing to the floor, spilling candies everywhere. Only then did Hiyosu look up from his task.

“Di-did some-” Rin coughed, clearing his throat before continuing. “Did someone eat these?”

“Now, don’t be upset. There’s still plenty left for you.” Hiyosu laughed, preparing to turn back to his work when Rin stopped him.

“Those aren’t my candies! Those are mine!” Rin gestured wildly to the floor, Hiyosu had never seen him so animated.

Slowly, they both looked from the spilled candy covering the floor and back up to the dish. “Shit.”

“Please don’t tell Captain Kurotsuchi. I don’t want to have to ask Lieutenant Abarai or Lieutenant ___ about its… efficacy.” Rin fidgeted nervously, blushing uncontrollably at the thought.

Hiyosu’s wide-set eyes were alight. He looked past Rin to the door of the lab where Mayuri stood with an unsettling smile covering his painted face, his eyes were bright with excitement. “Did I hear you say someone sampled our candy? Excellent. I’ll expect a full report by tomorrow.”