Slowly he started taking my clothes off. Shirt lifted over my head. Pants tugged down my legs, kicked away. I stood naked, arms trying to cover myself, shaking.
"Your body is nice as ever, Renji," he said. His smile got bigger. Eyes moved over me slow, like he was memorizing every part.
He leaned down and licked my chest—long, wet line from my collarbone down to my stomach. Then his mouth found my nipple. Tongue circled it first, teasing. Then he sucked—hard. Pulled it deep into his mouth. Pain shot through me fast and sharp.
"W-wait… argh," I said. I tried to push his head away. My voice was high and broken. It hurt bad, but heat was building low in my belly anyway. He switched to the other nipple, sucked even harder. Teeth grazed. I whimpered loud, body jerking.
When he stopped, he stepped back and took off his own clothes—slow on purpose, making me watch. Shirt gone. Pants down. His cock stood straight up—thick, long, hard, the tip already wet and shiny.
"Come here, Renji," he said. Opened his arms wide.
I didn't move. He grabbed me anyway—strong but not rough. Pulled me close. Sat on the edge of the bed. Then he pushed my head down slow.
"Suck it," he said. Voice soft but firm.
My face was inches from his cock. The smell hit me—musky, warm, strong. He held my head with one hand. The other wrapped around his shaft, guiding it. He rubbed the wet tip against my cheek, then my bottom lip.
"Here. Open your mouth, Renji. Time for your meal," he said, playful.
I froze. He rubbed the head against my lips again. "It's okay. Open slowly."
I opened just a little. He pushed in—the thick head sliding past my lips. Warm. Salty. Filled my mouth quick. I gagged a bit.
He moaned loud. "Ugh… you're good at sucking too. Yeah… like that. Keep sucking hard."
He started moving his hips—small thrusts. Pushing deeper each time. I tried to pull back. His hand held my head tight. Didn't let me go far.
"Ugh, Renji… ugh… I'm cumming," he groaned.
Then he came—hot, thick cum shooting straight into my mouth. It filled fast. Way too much. I couldn't swallow it all. Cum leaked out the corners of my lips, dripped down my chin. He groaned long and deep, hips jerking a few more times.
I thought it was finished.
But he moaned again—low and happy. Pulled me up fast. Turned me around. Made me sit on his lap with my back to his chest. He hugged me tight from behind. Used his knees to spread my legs wide open.
"Here," he whispered in my ear. "Spit my cum on my hand. We'll use it to make it slippery."
He touched my lips. I opened. The rest of his cum dripped slow onto his fingers—thick, white, still warm. He rubbed it all over his cock, making it slick and shiny. Then his hand went between my legs. Two fingers pressed against my hole and pushed in slow.
"Wait… argh," I said. Pain sharp again.
"Calm down, Renji," he said soft. He moved his fingers in and out—slow circles, stretching me. It burned. Then he added a third finger. "Ugh… your ass is so warm," he moaned, voice rough with want.
He kept going until I was shaking hard, breathing fast. Then he pulled his fingers out slow.
He stood me up, turned me to face him, hugged me close—chest to chest, skin on skin.
"I'll put it in slowly, okay?" he said.
I couldn't speak. Throat too tight. Voice gone.
"Right. That's good," he whispered.
He lined up his cock—the wet, slick tip against my hole. Pushed slow. The head popped in. Pain hit hard and fast.
"A-argh… wait… it hurts," I said. Tears started again.
He grabbed my head, pulled me into a deep kiss—hard and blocking. His tongue filled my mouth. At the same time he pushed deeper—slow inch by inch. I felt every thick part sliding in. Pain throbbed bad. But it was slippery from his cum, so it went in easier than last time.
He started moving—slow thrusts. Deep. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in full. I whimpered into his kiss. Couldn't make real words. His hips rocked steady. Kissing me harder. Holding my head so I couldn't turn away.
He kept that slow rhythm for a long time—making me feel every slide, every stretch, every push. Sweat started dripping down our skin. The wet sounds got louder—sloppy, messy. My body rocked with each thrust. Pain didn't go away, but heat built slow under it.
Then he sped up a little. Thrusts got stronger. Deeper. Bed creaked under us. I shook harder in his arms. He moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck… Renji… so good," he panted.
He went faster still. Harder. Slamming now. Each thrust knocked the air out of me. Pain and heat mixed together—too much. Sweat poured off us. His cock felt huge inside, slick and hot, dragging against every spot.
His breathing got rough. "Fuck… I'm close…"
It got even faster—wild, pounding. Bed shook hard. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Just took it.
Then he groaned loud—deep from his chest. Thrust all the way in and held there. Came hard. Hot cum flooded me—thick pulses, filling me up fast. Too much. It spilled out around him, ran down my thighs. At the same time my body clenched tight. I came too—shaking hard, crying into his kiss, cum shooting between us onto his stomach.
We stayed locked like that. Breathing heavy. Chests rising and falling fast. His arms didn't let go. Cock still inside, softening slow.
"Your body is amazing," he said. Voice low, happy, rough. "So warm… so tight… so fucking yummy. I could eat you all day and never feel full."
He kissed my neck soft now. Licked the sweat off my skin. Held me close like I was his favorite thing.
I stayed there—sore, shaking, full of him. Tears dried on my cheeks. Too tired to move. Too full to think.
He smiled against my neck, hugging tighter.
"Delicious," he whispered. "Every single bite. I'm never gonna get tired of you."
He rocked his hips once—slow, gentle—just to feel himself still inside. I whimpered quiet. He kissed my shoulder.
"Rest a little," he said. "We've got all night if I want it."
And he held me there—warm, heavy, satisfied—like he'd finally found the perfect meal and wasn't letting it go.