I woke up too early.
The room was still dark, just the faintest gray light leaking through the shutters. My body felt heavy, sore in places that hadn't fully settled from yesterday. I was drifting somewhere between sleep and awake when I felt it—
A warm, wet pressure on my chest.
Soft sucking. Slow. Rhythmic.
At first I thought it was a dream. Then I felt the other sensation: a hand moving under the blanket, light fingers brushing over my stomach, then lower, tracing lazy circles around the base of my cock through the fabric of my pants.
My breath hitched.
The sucking grew a little firmer—tongue swirling once around my nipple before pulling it back into a hot mouth.
I opened my eyes slowly.
The blanket was still covering most of me, but there was a clear shape underneath it—someone moving, head nestled against my chest, lips latched on.
I reached down with shaky fingers and pulled the blanket back.
Blue hair. Ash-gray streaks running through it like smoke. Small frame, smaller than Dravic, delicate shoulders, pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light.
He lifted his head the moment the blanket slid off.
Yoo. Morning, Renji. Been a while.
Morvash.
Sloth.
His voice was lazy, almost sing-song, lips shiny and red from sucking. Before I could process it he leaned back down and licked a slow stripe over the same nipple—flat tongue dragging deliberately.
"W-wait—Morvash? J-just stop it already—"
My voice cracked, weak from sleep and shock.
He didn't answer. Just hummed low in his throat—vibrating against my skin—and sucked harder. Teeth grazed the sensitive bud once, light but sharp.
"Nn—ahh…!"
My back arched involuntarily. A small, helpless sound slipped out before I could bite it back.
His other hand slid back down—slipped under the waistband of my pants without hesitation. Cool fingers wrapped around my cock—already half-hard from the attention—and gave one slow, teasing stroke.
I jerked.
"W-wait—stop—"
He ignored me. Thumb circled the head once, smearing the bead of pre that had already leaked out. His mouth never left my chest—sucking, licking, switching to the other nipple now, pulling it between his lips with a soft pop.
"Haa… ngh…"
My hips twitched—small, helpless movement. I hated how my body reacted even while my mind screamed to push him away.
He tugged my pants down slowly—inch by inch—until they bunched around my thighs. Cool air hit my exposed skin; I shivered. His mouth followed the path downward—kissing wet open-mouthed trails over my ribs, my stomach—then paused.
Two fingers pressed against my lips.
"Open," he said softly.
I shook my head—small, frantic.
He didn't force it. Just rubbed the pads of his fingers over my bottom lip until I parted them on a shaky breath. He slid both fingers inside—slow, letting me taste the faint salt of my own skin.
Then he pulled them out—wet with my spit—and reached down between my legs.
I tensed.
Fingers circled my entrance once—slow, slick from saliva—then pressed in. One finger first—easy from yesterday's abuse—then two. The stretch burned dully; I whimpered.
"Nn… ahh…"
He curled them—slow drag over that sore spot inside.
My hips jerked again.
"Worry not, Renji," he murmured against my stomach, voice lazy and amused. "No one will hear you."
He started moving—slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers while his mouth returned to my nipple—sucking hard now, teeth grazing. My walls fluttered weakly around his fingers; the ache flared brighter.
"Haa… ngh… Morvash—stop—"
He didn't.
Instead he sat up—pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing pale skin and lean muscle. Then his shorts—slid them down.
I froze.
His cock sprang free—long, thick, veined, larger than Dravic's. The head was flushed dark, already leaking.
My stomach dropped.
"W-wait—don't—"
He didn't speak.
Just lifted one of my legs—hooked it over his shoulder. Leaned down and bit the inside of my thigh—sharp sting followed by slow, wet licks up the sensitive skin. Then he sucked—hard enough to leave a mark.
I whimpered—high, broken sound.
He turned his head—half-naked, hair falling into his eyes—and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. Rubbed slow circles—teasing, coating himself in the leftover slickness.
I thought he was going slow.
I was wrong.
He pushed in—one hard, sudden thrust—burying half his length in one go.
"AAAAAHHH—!"
The scream tore out of me—raw, shocked, pain exploding white-hot through my core. My walls stretched too fast, too wide; tears flooded my eyes instantly.
He didn't pause.
Held my leg tight against his shoulder and started moving—deep, steady thrusts that rocked my whole body against the mattress.
"Ngh—ahh—stop—please—Morvash—it hurts—!"
I pushed at his chest—weak, trembling hands. He didn't budge. Just leaned down, caging me under him, free hand pinning my wrist beside my head.
"Shh," he whispered against my ear. "Just take it."
His hips snapped faster—wet, obscene slaps filling the quiet room. Each thrust dragged a broken whimper from my throat—sharp, hurting sounds that cracked on every exhale.
"Haa—ngh—ahh—too big—stop—!"
He groaned—low, pleased—mouth latching onto my nipple again, sucking hard while he fucked into me deeper.
My walls fluttered uselessly—trying to adjust, only making the burn worse. Tears streamed down my temples; my voice broke into small, desperate sobs.
"Please—slow—hurts—ahh—!"
He sped up instead—harder, faster—holding my leg higher so he could sink even deeper.
The pressure built anyway—sharp, unwanted friction forcing my body toward the edge. I clenched hard around him—weak, helpless spasms.
He moaned against my chest—vibrating through me.
"Fuck… Renji—this feels amazing…"
His thrusts turned erratic—deep, punishing. Mouth returned to my nipple—sucking hard, teeth grazing.
I came with a shattered cry—weak, trembling release that spilled between us.
"Nghhh… haaaah—ah—!"
He groaned—low, guttural—hips stuttering once, twice.
"Gonna cum—inside you—now—"
He latched onto my nipple again—hard suck—and thrust deep one last time.
Warm floods hit inside me—thick pulses that made me sob from the overstimulation. My walls clenched weakly around him, milking every drop while pain and shock rolled through me.
He didn't pull out.
Instead he collapsed forward—still hard, still buried—laying his full weight on me. Mouth returned to my chest—lazy sucks on one nipple, then the other—soft, possessive.
I whimpered—voice hoarse.
"P-put it out already… argh… it hurts…"
He lifted his head just enough to look at me—blue hair falling into his eyes, lips shiny and swollen.
Love you, Renji.
He said it simply—soft, almost sweet—then cupped my face with one hand, thumb brushing my wet cheek.
I couldn't answer.
Just lay there—shaking, full, aching—while he kissed my tears away and kept sucking slow, gentle circles around my nipple like nothing had happened.
The room stayed quiet except for my small, broken breaths.
He didn't move.
Neither did I.