Skinless
Kiss
Renji thought something had changed but he couldn’t point out what. His head was too busy clouding over as he gasped against Byakuya’s damp throat. It salted his tongue.
Spreading his fingers over Byakuya’s thigh, Renji pressed it higher until it brushed against his ribs. He propped himself up, wanting to look at Byakuya’s face—knowing it’d just push him closer. He found silver eyes already trained on him.
When Byakuya curled his arm around Renji’s neck and pulled him down so their lips were just a brush apart, Renji realised what had changed.
They’d never kissed before.
Naked
They stood across from eachother in the meeting.
“Byakuya...” it was moaned onto his lips as Byakuya accepted another kiss, his mouth parting to feel Renji’s tongue sliding over his. It made him clench tight around the cock inside him as his body shivered.
The night before had been unlike their others and in the morning Byakuya had woken up with the feeling of having been stripped of his skin. He hadn’t liked it.
Ignoring the glimpse of vivid red—Byakuya thought that he’d prefer keeping the skin he had, rather than swapping it for one covered in vulnerabilities.
Arch
Byakuya was avoiding him. Since that night, Byakuya hadn’t come near him except for work. So Renji followed him out of their office one afternoon and caught Byakuya’s wrist near the arch.
Night inked the sky and leant them shadows.
Frustration rushed from Renji’s mouth as he made his mark beneath a pale ear and ground Byakuya into rough stone. Renji slipped his tongue beneath ivory silk and cupped Byakuya’s hardening cock.
Only when his hand was coated in warm wetness, did Renji look at Byakuya.
He walked away then, after mouthing emotion onto the back of Byakuya’s hand.
Hurt.
Tremble
A stray petal floated down and caught on Byakuya’s cheek. It reminded him of the sensation of coarse fingers brushing away black strands of hair and he trembled.
He could picture the crimson spread over his pillows—
Could almost feel the bite of those fingertips on his buttocks as they made him sink deeper into a slick hot mouth—
Could almost hear his own gasps fusing with the wet sounds that permiated the room like the scent of their sex.
It left him with the need and the knowledge that it was his fault he could no longer assuage it.
Bite
Renji hissed when teeth bit his nipple. His fingers curled tighter around the soft smelling hair. His knees spread Byakuya’s thighs further, as fingers left bloodless prints on his hips and Byakuya’s moist breath feathered up to pour onto his neck. The fingers slid lower. An accidental thumb brushed over swollen sac.
“Should I make you come... Renji?”
“Yeah...”
“Then please me.”
Another brush and Renji groaned...
And came awake to nothing but a futon under his body and drops of sweat the only things stroking his skin.
He clenched the pillow in his hands and groaned into it.
Fuck.
Warmth
Their want manifested itself in memories of their physical intimacy. The silence during work hours was a hindrance.
The rustle of paper implied the touch of regal fingers gliding over paper like they had glided over Renji’s skin. The sighs implied parting lips that stroked warmth into the air like they had stroked over Byakuya’s thighs. The creak of a chair as one of them shifted, conjured the image of Renji on his knees and Byakuya’s head lolling back as he sat while Renji nipped at his length.
They didn’t look up. Not once.
Both refused to glimpse possible rejection.
Rip
His sister was engaged and at the commemoration, Byakuya ended up sitting beside Renji. The calmness with which he sipped his sake was a contrast to how Renji was knocking back his. The grim silence between them went unnoticed.
“I can smell you at night... you’re under me and you pull me in deeper. In those dreams, you still want me.”
Those quiet words ripped his mask of calm so cleanly that his jaw clenched and he refused to reply. But the images were already in his head and Renji’s words linger like a question.
Why won’t you give in?
Ice
Renji felt it. The ice had spilt between the two of them. What had started to grow had become cold and brittle and Renji wasn’t sure they’d get it back. It was waiting for that final whisper that would blow it gently into shimmering dust. So he didn’t push.
He worked silently in the space he shared with Byakuya and went home to dream of cool smooth skin that warmed beneath his hands, legs that held him like a vice and hands that used to like brushing his hair out over the mattress when he was thought to be asleep.
Blind
Byakuya’s spine prickled, knowing Renji was waiting for him.
Renji held a report and his eyes didn’t meet his. Taking it from him, their hands brushed.
Renji looked up. Byakuya wished he hadn’t. His spine stiffened, but he didn’t look away.
If Byakuya stepped forward, he could have what was in that gaze.
Images doused in red flitted through his mind. Renji’s eyes in half mast and jaw tensing as Byakuya let him sink hard inside.
Byakuya didn’t take that step. He thanked Renji and left him.
When it came to Renji, Byakuya found he was blind.
It bothered him.
Couldn’t
“Your reports are late Abarai-fukutaicho.”
Weeks of this and his reports were late? That was all?
Renji gritted his teeth.
Snap.
He crossed the room in three steps. His hold creased Byakuya’s pristine uniform. Byakuya’s hand curled around his wrist just as the cold eyes narrowed in warning.
“Remove your hand.”
Byakuya’s mouth was cool under his. Renji didn’t notice as he forced his way through and took what he needed.
He wanted more. Wanted to fuck him right there until Byakuya was biting him, riding him. Pulling Renji’s mouth to his for a kiss.
Renji drew away.
“Screw you.”
Restraint
Byakuya’s lips stung.
Every day Renji’s gaze had weighed him down, forcing him to place restraints on his body when it reacted.
It was like a disease how Renji slipped into his skin and made it writhe.
Byakuya’s gasps were noisy in the empty office as he lowered his head and curled his hand around his cock. He crushed a report.
A quiet call of Renji’s name accompanied the hot bursts into his hand.
His head resting against the desk, Byakuya wished the kiss had been longer. He hadn’t tasted Renji in it.
It felt like he’d lost something.
Repose
Renji hadn’t left. He’d masked his reiatsu, hoping to calm down, walk back in and talk.
Instead he’d heard gasps, his name and an intake of breath that he knew too well. So Renji had left and mimicked Byakuya’s actions.
His strokes were rougher though and he moaned Byakuya’s name loud as his hips pumped up into his hand. Then he’d fallen back on against the closed door of his place.
Washing up and changing, he slumped onto the futon and his eyes slid closed.
He wouldn’t be going back today.
I’ll think of something.
Then sleep came.
Wake
He woke up to silver staring down at him from darkness.
Half asleep he rose on his elbows, frowning.
Byakuya knelt beside the futon, back straight and eyes still on Renji. There was silence when two hands gathered Renji’s wrists and tugged them gently but firmly, into place above his head. He eased back down as Byakuya came over him.
Lips touched grazed over Renji’s, opened—and Byakuya slid silkily into his mouth. It was wet as Renji felt Byakuya’s tongue stroke over his.
Renji twisted an arm free, wrapped it around Byakuya and jerked him down.
Not a dream.
Strain
Byakuya allowed the hard cock to slide deeper into his mouth and sucked. He ignored the lewd noise it made and drew back, his eyes skimming over the powerful body as it trembled slightly from the strain.
Renji’s skin gleamed in the little light that slipped into the room. Byakuya ate the image up with more hunger than he knew he was capable of. The spilt red strands were so beautiful.
He trailed his mouth up the taut stomach as he glided over the toned body. His mouth locked on Renji’s.
Byakuya found it was addictive once he accepted it.
Use
There were hisses, grunts and Renji’s mouth buried in the curve of Byakuya’s neck. His hands were locked around Byauya’s hips, holding them up as he slammed into him over and over. Even without his help they lifted to take him deep.
Where he sucked the skin into his mouth, rose bloomed like sakura flowers.
Outside, the petals brushed at the window pane then slipped away in a glide.
“Byakuya—” the name was a broken sound gasped into Byakuya’s skin.
It still bothered Byakuya.
He curled his fingers around a crimson lock.
But he’d grow used to it.
Renji thought something had changed but he couldn’t point out what. His head was too busy clouding over as he gasped against Byakuya’s damp throat. It salted his tongue.
Spreading his fingers over Byakuya’s thigh, Renji pressed it higher until it brushed against his ribs. He propped himself up, wanting to look at Byakuya’s face—knowing it’d just push him closer. He found silver eyes already trained on him.
When Byakuya curled his arm around Renji’s neck and pulled him down so their lips were just a brush apart, Renji realised what had changed.
They’d never kissed before.
Naked
They stood across from eachother in the meeting.
“Byakuya...” it was moaned onto his lips as Byakuya accepted another kiss, his mouth parting to feel Renji’s tongue sliding over his. It made him clench tight around the cock inside him as his body shivered.
The night before had been unlike their others and in the morning Byakuya had woken up with the feeling of having been stripped of his skin. He hadn’t liked it.
Ignoring the glimpse of vivid red—Byakuya thought that he’d prefer keeping the skin he had, rather than swapping it for one covered in vulnerabilities.
Arch
Byakuya was avoiding him. Since that night, Byakuya hadn’t come near him except for work. So Renji followed him out of their office one afternoon and caught Byakuya’s wrist near the arch.
Night inked the sky and leant them shadows.
Frustration rushed from Renji’s mouth as he made his mark beneath a pale ear and ground Byakuya into rough stone. Renji slipped his tongue beneath ivory silk and cupped Byakuya’s hardening cock.
Only when his hand was coated in warm wetness, did Renji look at Byakuya.
He walked away then, after mouthing emotion onto the back of Byakuya’s hand.
Hurt.
Tremble
A stray petal floated down and caught on Byakuya’s cheek. It reminded him of the sensation of coarse fingers brushing away black strands of hair and he trembled.
He could picture the crimson spread over his pillows—
Could almost feel the bite of those fingertips on his buttocks as they made him sink deeper into a slick hot mouth—
Could almost hear his own gasps fusing with the wet sounds that permiated the room like the scent of their sex.
It left him with the need and the knowledge that it was his fault he could no longer assuage it.
Bite
Renji hissed when teeth bit his nipple. His fingers curled tighter around the soft smelling hair. His knees spread Byakuya’s thighs further, as fingers left bloodless prints on his hips and Byakuya’s moist breath feathered up to pour onto his neck. The fingers slid lower. An accidental thumb brushed over swollen sac.
“Should I make you come... Renji?”
“Yeah...”
“Then please me.”
Another brush and Renji groaned...
And came awake to nothing but a futon under his body and drops of sweat the only things stroking his skin.
He clenched the pillow in his hands and groaned into it.
Fuck.
Warmth
Their want manifested itself in memories of their physical intimacy. The silence during work hours was a hindrance.
The rustle of paper implied the touch of regal fingers gliding over paper like they had glided over Renji’s skin. The sighs implied parting lips that stroked warmth into the air like they had stroked over Byakuya’s thighs. The creak of a chair as one of them shifted, conjured the image of Renji on his knees and Byakuya’s head lolling back as he sat while Renji nipped at his length.
They didn’t look up. Not once.
Both refused to glimpse possible rejection.
Rip
His sister was engaged and at the commemoration, Byakuya ended up sitting beside Renji. The calmness with which he sipped his sake was a contrast to how Renji was knocking back his. The grim silence between them went unnoticed.
“I can smell you at night... you’re under me and you pull me in deeper. In those dreams, you still want me.”
Those quiet words ripped his mask of calm so cleanly that his jaw clenched and he refused to reply. But the images were already in his head and Renji’s words linger like a question.
Why won’t you give in?
Ice
Renji felt it. The ice had spilt between the two of them. What had started to grow had become cold and brittle and Renji wasn’t sure they’d get it back. It was waiting for that final whisper that would blow it gently into shimmering dust. So he didn’t push.
He worked silently in the space he shared with Byakuya and went home to dream of cool smooth skin that warmed beneath his hands, legs that held him like a vice and hands that used to like brushing his hair out over the mattress when he was thought to be asleep.
Blind
Byakuya’s spine prickled, knowing Renji was waiting for him.
Renji held a report and his eyes didn’t meet his. Taking it from him, their hands brushed.
Renji looked up. Byakuya wished he hadn’t. His spine stiffened, but he didn’t look away.
If Byakuya stepped forward, he could have what was in that gaze.
Images doused in red flitted through his mind. Renji’s eyes in half mast and jaw tensing as Byakuya let him sink hard inside.
Byakuya didn’t take that step. He thanked Renji and left him.
When it came to Renji, Byakuya found he was blind.
It bothered him.
Couldn’t
“Your reports are late Abarai-fukutaicho.”
Weeks of this and his reports were late? That was all?
Renji gritted his teeth.
Snap.
He crossed the room in three steps. His hold creased Byakuya’s pristine uniform. Byakuya’s hand curled around his wrist just as the cold eyes narrowed in warning.
“Remove your hand.”
Byakuya’s mouth was cool under his. Renji didn’t notice as he forced his way through and took what he needed.
He wanted more. Wanted to fuck him right there until Byakuya was biting him, riding him. Pulling Renji’s mouth to his for a kiss.
Renji drew away.
“Screw you.”
Restraint
Byakuya’s lips stung.
Every day Renji’s gaze had weighed him down, forcing him to place restraints on his body when it reacted.
It was like a disease how Renji slipped into his skin and made it writhe.
Byakuya’s gasps were noisy in the empty office as he lowered his head and curled his hand around his cock. He crushed a report.
A quiet call of Renji’s name accompanied the hot bursts into his hand.
His head resting against the desk, Byakuya wished the kiss had been longer. He hadn’t tasted Renji in it.
It felt like he’d lost something.
Repose
Renji hadn’t left. He’d masked his reiatsu, hoping to calm down, walk back in and talk.
Instead he’d heard gasps, his name and an intake of breath that he knew too well. So Renji had left and mimicked Byakuya’s actions.
His strokes were rougher though and he moaned Byakuya’s name loud as his hips pumped up into his hand. Then he’d fallen back on against the closed door of his place.
Washing up and changing, he slumped onto the futon and his eyes slid closed.
He wouldn’t be going back today.
I’ll think of something.
Then sleep came.
Wake
He woke up to silver staring down at him from darkness.
Half asleep he rose on his elbows, frowning.
Byakuya knelt beside the futon, back straight and eyes still on Renji. There was silence when two hands gathered Renji’s wrists and tugged them gently but firmly, into place above his head. He eased back down as Byakuya came over him.
Lips touched grazed over Renji’s, opened—and Byakuya slid silkily into his mouth. It was wet as Renji felt Byakuya’s tongue stroke over his.
Renji twisted an arm free, wrapped it around Byakuya and jerked him down.
Not a dream.
Strain
Byakuya allowed the hard cock to slide deeper into his mouth and sucked. He ignored the lewd noise it made and drew back, his eyes skimming over the powerful body as it trembled slightly from the strain.
Renji’s skin gleamed in the little light that slipped into the room. Byakuya ate the image up with more hunger than he knew he was capable of. The spilt red strands were so beautiful.
He trailed his mouth up the taut stomach as he glided over the toned body. His mouth locked on Renji’s.
Byakuya found it was addictive once he accepted it.
Use
There were hisses, grunts and Renji’s mouth buried in the curve of Byakuya’s neck. His hands were locked around Byauya’s hips, holding them up as he slammed into him over and over. Even without his help they lifted to take him deep.
Where he sucked the skin into his mouth, rose bloomed like sakura flowers.
Outside, the petals brushed at the window pane then slipped away in a glide.
“Byakuya—” the name was a broken sound gasped into Byakuya’s skin.
It still bothered Byakuya.
He curled his fingers around a crimson lock.
But he’d grow used to it.
