Chapter 6:
All written works displayed are (C) K.E. Wright, excluding song lyrics in text.
Renji:
I was pretty sure the only experience he had was by himself, judging by his lovely blush and how hard he was working to catch his breath. Kami, he’s so cute! So he had been a virgin in all senses.
I leaned in and kissed him gently as he finally caught his breath. His hands slid up my sides to lace themselves in my hair. I drew back slowly, reluctantly. “Let’s go slow this time. For your sake.”
He nodded, his blush still intact. “O-okay,” he mumbled.
My brazen virgin was suddenly back to being shy again. It would be cute if I hadn’t thought him being brazen was hot as hell. Okay, so actually, it was still cute. Not to mention, he was a virgin and he wanted me to change that, which was a huge turn-on in itself. “Stop being so cute, Grimmjow. Unless you want to be tied to the bed…” I trailed off suggestively.
He blushed harder. “Would it be wrong to say that I think I might enjoy that?” he asked, staring down at his bare feet.
Kami, if he didn’t stop saying things like that, I was going to take him hard against the wall, consequences be damned. “Wrong?” I asked throatily. “No. Wrong time to say it? A resounding yes.”
I took his lips in a hard, bruising kiss and he let loose a little sound that told me he was likely to like a bit of pain with his pleasure. Interesting… No! Not this time! Gentle this time. You promised.
He kissed me back as desperately as I kissed him. My hands slid down his sides to grasp his hips and pull them hard against mine. Bare flesh collided in the motion, startling a sweet noise out of him and making me smile. I slid my hands back to grab is ass and he drew a startled breath as his back arched and his length rubbed against mine.
“Renji.” He purred my name, like praise, but there was an edge to it that made me think it was more that that. He’d blended his praise with a plea, begging with only one word for just what he needed.
Kami, this innocent might make me come without even touching me.
I was pretty sure the only experience he had was by himself, judging by his lovely blush and how hard he was working to catch his breath. Kami, he’s so cute! So he had been a virgin in all senses.
I leaned in and kissed him gently as he finally caught his breath. His hands slid up my sides to lace themselves in my hair. I drew back slowly, reluctantly. “Let’s go slow this time. For your sake.”
He nodded, his blush still intact. “O-okay,” he mumbled.
My brazen virgin was suddenly back to being shy again. It would be cute if I hadn’t thought him being brazen was hot as hell. Okay, so actually, it was still cute. Not to mention, he was a virgin and he wanted me to change that, which was a huge turn-on in itself. “Stop being so cute, Grimmjow. Unless you want to be tied to the bed…” I trailed off suggestively.
He blushed harder. “Would it be wrong to say that I think I might enjoy that?” he asked, staring down at his bare feet.
Kami, if he didn’t stop saying things like that, I was going to take him hard against the wall, consequences be damned. “Wrong?” I asked throatily. “No. Wrong time to say it? A resounding yes.”
I took his lips in a hard, bruising kiss and he let loose a little sound that told me he was likely to like a bit of pain with his pleasure. Interesting… No! Not this time! Gentle this time. You promised.
He kissed me back as desperately as I kissed him. My hands slid down his sides to grasp his hips and pull them hard against mine. Bare flesh collided in the motion, startling a sweet noise out of him and making me smile. I slid my hands back to grab is ass and he drew a startled breath as his back arched and his length rubbed against mine.
“Renji.” He purred my name, like praise, but there was an edge to it that made me think it was more that that. He’d blended his praise with a plea, begging with only one word for just what he needed.
Kami, this innocent might make me come without even touching me.
Grimmjow:
The noises I made were utterly uncontrollable, escaping me even faster when I tried to stop them. I knew he liked hearing me, so it was okay, but I could feel the blush on my cheeks. He took my lips again, so forceful it made me breathless. Kami, I wanted him more than my next breath!
I could feel the strength in the arms he wrapped around me, but I was still startled when he scooped me up in them and placed me on my bed before crawling up to join me, overlapping our bodies. He was a pleasant weight on my chest, half supporting himself over me with his strong arms as he looked down at me. His dark eyes were molten and lovely, searching and scorching.
“Where are you sensitive?” he asked me, smiling down at me with his lush lips.
I blushed even more at his question. “Ears, neck, inner thigh, underside of my wrist and probably a few more I'm not aware of,” I murmured.
He smiled. “How do you know about those?”
“Particularly perverted friends in high school who thought it was hilarious to hear me squeak and watch me blush.”
Renji's smile took on a sensual lilt. “I'd much rather hear you moan,” he told me in a rich and sultry tone.
He began to attack my sensitive spots, starting at my ears. He nipped at my earlobe and made me shiver against him. After he sucked on it for a few seconds, he nipped it again, making me moan. He tongued the shell of my ear, drawing a softer pleasure-noise from me, then moved to nip the curve at the top. I moaned low and loud as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin.
“That's the first time I've ever run into that, Grimmjow,” he purred against my ear, making me shudder. “And I've seen a lot in my time.”
I couldn't say anything, even if I'd had something to say.
He inhaled slowly and moved down from behind my ear to my sensitive neck, tracing his way down with the tip of his nose. He gave me a necklace of soft kisses and nips and I couldn't keep from moaning and arching into him, allowing him better access to the skin he sought. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my skin as he took advantage of that. A mewl of pleasure escaped at the contact.
What on earth is he doing to me?
The noises I made were utterly uncontrollable, escaping me even faster when I tried to stop them. I knew he liked hearing me, so it was okay, but I could feel the blush on my cheeks. He took my lips again, so forceful it made me breathless. Kami, I wanted him more than my next breath!
I could feel the strength in the arms he wrapped around me, but I was still startled when he scooped me up in them and placed me on my bed before crawling up to join me, overlapping our bodies. He was a pleasant weight on my chest, half supporting himself over me with his strong arms as he looked down at me. His dark eyes were molten and lovely, searching and scorching.
“Where are you sensitive?” he asked me, smiling down at me with his lush lips.
I blushed even more at his question. “Ears, neck, inner thigh, underside of my wrist and probably a few more I'm not aware of,” I murmured.
He smiled. “How do you know about those?”
“Particularly perverted friends in high school who thought it was hilarious to hear me squeak and watch me blush.”
Renji's smile took on a sensual lilt. “I'd much rather hear you moan,” he told me in a rich and sultry tone.
He began to attack my sensitive spots, starting at my ears. He nipped at my earlobe and made me shiver against him. After he sucked on it for a few seconds, he nipped it again, making me moan. He tongued the shell of my ear, drawing a softer pleasure-noise from me, then moved to nip the curve at the top. I moaned low and loud as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin.
“That's the first time I've ever run into that, Grimmjow,” he purred against my ear, making me shudder. “And I've seen a lot in my time.”
I couldn't say anything, even if I'd had something to say.
He inhaled slowly and moved down from behind my ear to my sensitive neck, tracing his way down with the tip of his nose. He gave me a necklace of soft kisses and nips and I couldn't keep from moaning and arching into him, allowing him better access to the skin he sought. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my skin as he took advantage of that. A mewl of pleasure escaped at the contact.
What on earth is he doing to me?
Renji:
He was, amusingly enough, a study of contrasts. He could be shy or he could be forward, he could be innocent and yet not ignorant, and he could be knowledgeable and yet not know anything at all. I liked these contrasts in him. He was like no one I'd ever been with before.
I began to kiss my way down his chest, following the trail of hair that proved his vivid turquoise hair was one hundred percent natural. I smiled and kept working my way down, even as he fingers tangled in my long hair.
He pulled my hair -not too hard, not that I'd mind that- to get my attention. “Hmm?” I asked, drawing back a little to look at him.
He lifted his head to press his lips to mine in a more dominant fashion, despite his sudden show of shyness. He lapped at my lip like a cat of some kind, begging me to open for his further examination. Since I was having trouble denying the turquoise-haired man beneath me anything he asked for, I opened for him.
His tongue slid into my mouth to tango with mine, the hesitation and shyness he'd been exhibiting earlier totally forgotten. I kissed him back with an understated hunger, keeping myself in check. Considering how much I wanted him, I had to. I didn't want to scare Grimmjow, and virgins tend to be easily frightened.
He lifted his hips against mine experimentally and I couldn't hold in a groan. I felt his lips quirk against mine. Then he ground his hips against mine, loving the sounds he brought from me. I growled into him and used my weight to hold him against his bed.
He responded by rolling his hips against mine, in essence, doing the same damn thing to me. I growled low in my throat. “Grimmjow, if you don't stop that, I won't be able to st-”
“That's the problem, Renji,” he interrupted. “I don't want to be treated gently. I'm not going to break. I want you,” he added in a throaty purr, bucking his hips against mine.
Damn virgin. I can't deny him anything, I thought, meeting the thrust of his hips with one of my own.
He was, amusingly enough, a study of contrasts. He could be shy or he could be forward, he could be innocent and yet not ignorant, and he could be knowledgeable and yet not know anything at all. I liked these contrasts in him. He was like no one I'd ever been with before.
I began to kiss my way down his chest, following the trail of hair that proved his vivid turquoise hair was one hundred percent natural. I smiled and kept working my way down, even as he fingers tangled in my long hair.
He pulled my hair -not too hard, not that I'd mind that- to get my attention. “Hmm?” I asked, drawing back a little to look at him.
He lifted his head to press his lips to mine in a more dominant fashion, despite his sudden show of shyness. He lapped at my lip like a cat of some kind, begging me to open for his further examination. Since I was having trouble denying the turquoise-haired man beneath me anything he asked for, I opened for him.
His tongue slid into my mouth to tango with mine, the hesitation and shyness he'd been exhibiting earlier totally forgotten. I kissed him back with an understated hunger, keeping myself in check. Considering how much I wanted him, I had to. I didn't want to scare Grimmjow, and virgins tend to be easily frightened.
He lifted his hips against mine experimentally and I couldn't hold in a groan. I felt his lips quirk against mine. Then he ground his hips against mine, loving the sounds he brought from me. I growled into him and used my weight to hold him against his bed.
He responded by rolling his hips against mine, in essence, doing the same damn thing to me. I growled low in my throat. “Grimmjow, if you don't stop that, I won't be able to st-”
“That's the problem, Renji,” he interrupted. “I don't want to be treated gently. I'm not going to break. I want you,” he added in a throaty purr, bucking his hips against mine.
Damn virgin. I can't deny him anything, I thought, meeting the thrust of his hips with one of my own.
Grimmjow:
This was much better. My embarrassment had been both unfruitful and annoying. Thank God he's stopped holding back on me, though. I wouldn't lie: I was a bit of a masochist. Pain was fine -more than fine, actually- and I wanted him to be rough with me, because he wasn't the tender type.
He growled into me and I moaned into him, each of us thrusting against each other, increasing the friction and the sensation. His mouth fell to my sensitive neck, sucking and nipping even as his hands moved down my arms, his nails scoring my skin and making me shiver.
His lips latched onto my pulse-point and I threw back my head and moaned, uninhibited, unworried, surrendering to the sensation. Then he bit me, a growl rolling out of the back of his throat. My breath caught in my throat and I released a breathy scream of pleasure.
His hands stilled against me and he moved back a bit, dark eyes wide and meeting mine. “You really do like it rough, don't you, Grimmjow,” he purred out, a slight question luring in his tone.
I stared back into his dark eyes, a smile pulling at my lips in spite of myself. “I don't know. You'll have to ask my body,” I purred back, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
He shuddered and moved back against me, his mouth seeking mine, harsh hunger boiling over as he bruised my lips with his forcefulness. Then I gave every ounce of it back, nipping at his lip and then sucking on it gently, gradually increasing the pressure of my nails against his back until he arched into me, growling, then shoving me back against my bed and proceeding to show me just how forceful he could be.
He teased and tantalized with his hands, using his weight to pin me against the bed. I laced my hands into his hair and yanked, pulling his lips to mine and betraying my haste to have him and my desperate need for him.
Oh, how I was desperate for him, to feel him all around me and in me!
This was much better. My embarrassment had been both unfruitful and annoying. Thank God he's stopped holding back on me, though. I wouldn't lie: I was a bit of a masochist. Pain was fine -more than fine, actually- and I wanted him to be rough with me, because he wasn't the tender type.
He growled into me and I moaned into him, each of us thrusting against each other, increasing the friction and the sensation. His mouth fell to my sensitive neck, sucking and nipping even as his hands moved down my arms, his nails scoring my skin and making me shiver.
His lips latched onto my pulse-point and I threw back my head and moaned, uninhibited, unworried, surrendering to the sensation. Then he bit me, a growl rolling out of the back of his throat. My breath caught in my throat and I released a breathy scream of pleasure.
His hands stilled against me and he moved back a bit, dark eyes wide and meeting mine. “You really do like it rough, don't you, Grimmjow,” he purred out, a slight question luring in his tone.
I stared back into his dark eyes, a smile pulling at my lips in spite of myself. “I don't know. You'll have to ask my body,” I purred back, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
He shuddered and moved back against me, his mouth seeking mine, harsh hunger boiling over as he bruised my lips with his forcefulness. Then I gave every ounce of it back, nipping at his lip and then sucking on it gently, gradually increasing the pressure of my nails against his back until he arched into me, growling, then shoving me back against my bed and proceeding to show me just how forceful he could be.
He teased and tantalized with his hands, using his weight to pin me against the bed. I laced my hands into his hair and yanked, pulling his lips to mine and betraying my haste to have him and my desperate need for him.
Oh, how I was desperate for him, to feel him all around me and in me!
Renji:
Kami save me from the horny virgin who wanted me! He didn't hold back at all, didn't want me to hold back on him, either. He was so sexy pinned beneath me, writing and moaning and making other arousing sounds.
I was clearly dominating, but he didn't let that stop him. And from what I could see, he sure as hell liked being dominated. He also liked it rough, but I wasn't going to take him without preparing him.
On that note, I was going to explode if we didn't do something about my problem soon. I kissed him again, my hand snaking down to caress him, then further back to squeeze his ass. He made a keening sound. Almost as if he could read my mind, his legs parted and I laid between them. He let me draw away from his lips and move down his body.
I glanced up at him when I was level with his waist. His cheeks were flushed and he panted for air even as he bit his lush lower lip to keep from making a sound. Such a cute face! He gave me a little smile and tossed a tube toward me. I caught it easily and read the label: cherry flavored lube.
I smirked. Damn virgin thought of everything. “Why cherry?” I asked curiously, flipping the tube open.
He watched me with smoldering eyes, his hand slipping down to play in my hair. “Because I like cherry.” He gave me a sexy little smile. “Besides, it's about the same color as your hair.”
I almost blushed at that. Instead, I squirted some of the lube into my hand. It appeared he was correct, I noticed as the reddish substance squirted into my hand: it was the same color as my hair. Slowly, I coated my fingers in it, watching him as he watched me.
Pressing a kiss to his flat stomach, I pressed the first finger into him slowly. He wriggled, wincing slightly until he became more comfortable with the intrusion. Slowly, I began moving my finger in and out of him, drawing a sweet mewl of pleasure from his lips. I smiled and slowly added the second finger. He was getting more used to things; he didn't need to adjust nearly as long before I was getting sweet noises of pleasure from him once more.
I slid the last finger into him, pumping the group in and out of him slowly, then faster and faster. Seeking the sensitive place I knew would blow away any lingering discomfort, I changed my angle repeatedly. I knew I'd found it when he released the most incredibly sexy sound I'd ever heard as his hips thrust involuntarily against my hand.
I drew my fingers out of his tight heat and moved upward to capture his sweet lips. He kissed me back hungrily, desperately. Knowing his body would be thankful for not having his feet up by his head, I made him turn over before lining myself up with his entrance and slowly thrust into his tight heat, resisting my urge to surge quickly into him.
He hissed out a pleasured sound, my name lost somewhere in the middle of it. Then he moved against me, a bit premature, but he was a bit of a masochist so the pain might be a plus. I pulled almost completely out of him before taking a slow pace ,working hard to keep the control that was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. That control was the only thing that kept me from fucking him into the mattress; instead, I bit the skin at the back of his neck and he released a sweet, shuddering sound of pleasure.
“Damn it, Ren...ji... harder... faster... need you now!” He punctuated the last word with his own hips, thrusting back against me.
I moaned. Damn impatient virgin! Then I obliged him, letting the last of my control slip through my fingers as I wrapped my hand around his swollen cock to work him to the rhythm of my thrusts.
Then I angled myself slightly, just so I'd slam into his prostate with every thrust. That had him screaming, writhing, scratching at my arms, begging for me with every harsh, hasty thrust. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen: every ounce of his composure was gone. He was desperate, needy, wanting. And I'd brought him to this point. I felt incredibly powerful. Then he turned, giving me an insanely sensual look, then began meeting me stroke for stroke until we were both panting and covered with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the low light.
He didn't warn me. The only warning I really got was when he tensed, his head falling back as he whispered out my name: his plea, his prayer. Then his tight heat convulsed around me and I came immediately after him, after seeing his face and feeling him clenching around me like that.
He collapsed beneath me afterward, partially pulling off my softening cock with a wince. I drew completely out of him, for the sake of both of our comforts later.
Somewhere, deep in the hidden reaches of my heart, I was pretty sure I'd fallen in love with this sweet, sweet virgin. Well, I thought as I collapsed over him, seeking the oblivion of sleep, he's not a virgin anymore. And he sure as hell knows how to chase what he wants!
Kami save me from the horny virgin who wanted me! He didn't hold back at all, didn't want me to hold back on him, either. He was so sexy pinned beneath me, writing and moaning and making other arousing sounds.
I was clearly dominating, but he didn't let that stop him. And from what I could see, he sure as hell liked being dominated. He also liked it rough, but I wasn't going to take him without preparing him.
On that note, I was going to explode if we didn't do something about my problem soon. I kissed him again, my hand snaking down to caress him, then further back to squeeze his ass. He made a keening sound. Almost as if he could read my mind, his legs parted and I laid between them. He let me draw away from his lips and move down his body.
I glanced up at him when I was level with his waist. His cheeks were flushed and he panted for air even as he bit his lush lower lip to keep from making a sound. Such a cute face! He gave me a little smile and tossed a tube toward me. I caught it easily and read the label: cherry flavored lube.
I smirked. Damn virgin thought of everything. “Why cherry?” I asked curiously, flipping the tube open.
He watched me with smoldering eyes, his hand slipping down to play in my hair. “Because I like cherry.” He gave me a sexy little smile. “Besides, it's about the same color as your hair.”
I almost blushed at that. Instead, I squirted some of the lube into my hand. It appeared he was correct, I noticed as the reddish substance squirted into my hand: it was the same color as my hair. Slowly, I coated my fingers in it, watching him as he watched me.
Pressing a kiss to his flat stomach, I pressed the first finger into him slowly. He wriggled, wincing slightly until he became more comfortable with the intrusion. Slowly, I began moving my finger in and out of him, drawing a sweet mewl of pleasure from his lips. I smiled and slowly added the second finger. He was getting more used to things; he didn't need to adjust nearly as long before I was getting sweet noises of pleasure from him once more.
I slid the last finger into him, pumping the group in and out of him slowly, then faster and faster. Seeking the sensitive place I knew would blow away any lingering discomfort, I changed my angle repeatedly. I knew I'd found it when he released the most incredibly sexy sound I'd ever heard as his hips thrust involuntarily against my hand.
I drew my fingers out of his tight heat and moved upward to capture his sweet lips. He kissed me back hungrily, desperately. Knowing his body would be thankful for not having his feet up by his head, I made him turn over before lining myself up with his entrance and slowly thrust into his tight heat, resisting my urge to surge quickly into him.
He hissed out a pleasured sound, my name lost somewhere in the middle of it. Then he moved against me, a bit premature, but he was a bit of a masochist so the pain might be a plus. I pulled almost completely out of him before taking a slow pace ,working hard to keep the control that was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. That control was the only thing that kept me from fucking him into the mattress; instead, I bit the skin at the back of his neck and he released a sweet, shuddering sound of pleasure.
“Damn it, Ren...ji... harder... faster... need you now!” He punctuated the last word with his own hips, thrusting back against me.
I moaned. Damn impatient virgin! Then I obliged him, letting the last of my control slip through my fingers as I wrapped my hand around his swollen cock to work him to the rhythm of my thrusts.
Then I angled myself slightly, just so I'd slam into his prostate with every thrust. That had him screaming, writhing, scratching at my arms, begging for me with every harsh, hasty thrust. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen: every ounce of his composure was gone. He was desperate, needy, wanting. And I'd brought him to this point. I felt incredibly powerful. Then he turned, giving me an insanely sensual look, then began meeting me stroke for stroke until we were both panting and covered with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the low light.
He didn't warn me. The only warning I really got was when he tensed, his head falling back as he whispered out my name: his plea, his prayer. Then his tight heat convulsed around me and I came immediately after him, after seeing his face and feeling him clenching around me like that.
He collapsed beneath me afterward, partially pulling off my softening cock with a wince. I drew completely out of him, for the sake of both of our comforts later.
Somewhere, deep in the hidden reaches of my heart, I was pretty sure I'd fallen in love with this sweet, sweet virgin. Well, I thought as I collapsed over him, seeking the oblivion of sleep, he's not a virgin anymore. And he sure as hell knows how to chase what he wants!