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[reachingfangs]

[ That offhand comment, masked as a throwaway line, was the hardest part for Renji to say. Almost like everything else was building up to it. He knew that's what Keigo needed to hear. That what happened was okay. And it would be okay even if it happened again, because even if Renji's feelings about Keigo fucking him were still sort of a muddle, he was fine with it because it was Keigo and because it... well, it felt really fucking good. But being this forthright with Keigo, even now, was still a struggle. He was too used to his show of self-sufficient posturing and too old to shed it even in these private moments. Another facet of his much vaunted masculinity that had been forced under scrutiny since he'd started this multiversal tour.

It was especially difficult to be so straightforward when it came to the strong feelings he had for Keigo and their in many ways unconventional relationship. Keigo was the expressive one between the two of them anyway, he said and did enough to cover the both of them. But in times like these, Renji tried to pull his weight.

And there wasn't a lot to regret about that little confession he'd let slip though, seeing the way Keigo beamed now after he'd looked so lost and anxious just a while before. He really worried too much about everything.

That didn't mean that Renji couldn't feel the steam coming out of his ears as Keigo piled more and more suggestive language on him, burying him under a deluge of obscene implications. It felt like the flush on his face had spread to cover his whole body, even his hands seemed to radiate heat as they released their hold on Keigo for the first time, jumping as if he'd been scalded. Keigo's hands on his shoulders kept him from leaping too far, though. ]

O-Oi!! What're you talkin' about?! [ His voice had a flustered stammer. An indignant scowl formed on his lips that didn't quite reach eyes. His gaze darted away, from the grin on Keigo's face to the jewel glinting in his hair and then back. ]

You're thinking too hard about this, idiot!!

[ Another way of saying that Keigo's technique was good. That it was all good. That it should be obvious to him that he liked it because Renji was still here. That Keigo was putting way too much thought into this euphemistic aside just to tease him.

Then again, if Keigo wasn't so embarrassingly thoughtful, he wouldn't be the person he'd fallen for. ]

[loudmouths]

[ poor renji... it probably was a bit much to be already plotting for their next romp when the mood struck them, but when it came to making those he cared about happy, keigo was diligent. maybe too diligent... even as renji jumped backward, keigo was steadfast, moving along with him to encroach on the newly created space between them. ]

I gotta make sure that you're satisfied! I wouldn't be a good partner if I didn't, right?

[ now the cordis touch was taking its hold in a more direct manner, quickly steering keigo down that more flirtatious and playful route. he slid up closer, letting his arms drape down over renji's back. he chuckled in a low, mischievous manner, ensuring that his touch wasn't outright sexual, but perhaps bordering on a bit suggestive. ]

That's my number one priority. Every time we're together, I want it to be the best time you've ever had. I want it to be on your mind and replaying whenever you're alone.

[ though no matter what type of touch he was imparting, his words were definitely sexual in nature. maybe this was a bit much, given that renji had just painstakingly navigated around his own embarrassment just for keigo's peace of mind. ]

[reachingfangs]

[ Renji knew when he was beaten. Keigo had him on the back foot, literally, since he'd made that embarrassing but necessary confession. He'd rolled over and exposed his weak underbelly and Keigo was not showing him mercy, each lewd implication piling up until it was no longer subtext but the words he'd have written in his obituary because this outpouring of obscene and heartfelt innuendo might actually kill him.

A few times, Renji started to protest, to say that he got the picture, that Keigo really did think way too hard about this, but the words were stifled on his lips as Keigo pushed his campaign onwards. Red painted his face and all the way down his neck as Keigo's arms enclosed him. ]

Settin' the bar high, ain't you?

[ Renji struggled to strike his usual pointed, gruff tone, but even then he sounded too indulgent, more wry than cutting. His arms drew around Keigo's waist, settling there again like it was where they naturally fit, his fingers lacing at the small of Keigo's back. That sweet smell of Keigo's filled his lungs, his face filled his field of vision, and memories of nights together filled his head. It was overwhelming, to feel so thoroughly overrun by one person, but it wasn't wholly unpleasant either. Capitulation seemed almost appealing now. ]

You shouldn't strain yourself rackin' your brains out over something like that.

[ A hand came to Keigo's hair, tracing the cool metal of his barrette with his fingertips as it turned warm under his touch. ]

You oughta know I'm already thinkin' about you.

[ There really was no winning here, but he could at least try to get a few of his own jabs in. He didn't have anything left to lose. ]

[loudmouths]

[ keigo offered up a soft hum as renji relented and returned to embracing him, his eyes half-lidded and glimmering with amusement. renji really was quite cute when he was embarrassed... and the attempts to interject had been endearing, as well. ultimately, though, keigo knew he'd fold to his wiles and he was content with that result.

but that was the drawback to being confident: leaving oneself open to a counterattack. keigo was pretty certain that renji was going to try and change the subject or struggle through his embarrassment, and his first replies seemed to agree with that assumption. it wasn't until renji stroked his fingers against keigo's hair and the barrette there did keigo realize that maybe he wasn't quite throwing the towel in yet.

he was right. renji really did throw one last suckerpunch that knocked the wind right out of him. it was a simple statement, stupidly so, but its simplicity made it all the more powerful to keigo. renji was never generous with sharing his innermost thoughts or feelings, so keigo felt safe to assume that he didn't need to know everything to experience being loved by renji. but just hearing something that heartfelt in plain words made keigo flush hotly as he looked up at renji with slightly widened eyes. it made him realize quite frankly that he really did love him, that this feeling they shared was real.

if not for the moon, keigo would have turned into a stammering, emotional mess. thankfully, at most, he exhaled a sheepish chuckle and donned an equally sheepish smile, tilting his head to one side in a sort of coy fashion. ]

How romantic... [ keigo reached up to twist his fingers playfully through renji's hair. he sounded playful, but he was sincere. ] But you're right. I do know that, 'cause it's the same for me. [ he leaned into renji, nuzzling against his neck, enjoying the reiatsu that rolled off of him like waves. ] But let me be an overachiever for once. [ a warm breath puffed against his skin, the precursor to a slow and indulgent kiss pressed against his neck. ] I want you to feel the same way I do when you fuck me.