Morvash's arms stayed loose around my waist, supporting but not forcing. He looked up at me with those half-lidded blue eyes—soft, drowsy smile never quite leaving his lips.
"I'll let you put it in yourself," he said, voice low and slow, like the words took effort to form.
"B-but…" My voice cracked, small and trembling. Tears still clung to my lashes, blurring the edges of his face in the dim lantern light.
He tilted his head—lazy blink. "Or do you want me to put it in instantly?"
"O-of course not," I said quickly, the words tumbling out in a panicked rush. My heart hammered so loud I could hear it in my ears.
He didn't laugh or tease. Just watched me—patient in that sleepy way of his—arms relaxed, hands resting lightly on my hips, thumbs brushing slow, absent circles over my skin. The lantern flame flickered low, casting golden flecks across his blue hair and the ash streaks that caught the light like faint embers.
I hesitated.
My fingers shook as I reached down between us. His cock was hot against my palm—thick, hard, slick from everything already. The skin felt feverish, velvet over steel, pulsing faintly under my touch. I swallowed hard, throat clicking dryly. Wrapped my hand around it—barely able to close my fingers fully—and guided the head back to my entrance.
The moment it touched the sore, swollen rim, pain flared—sharp, stinging warning even before anything entered. I froze, breath hitching in my chest. The rim was puffy, tender, still sensitive from earlier; just the blunt pressure made it sting like raw skin brushed with salt. My thighs trembled harder, muscles jumping under the strain of holding myself up.
Morvash kept looking at me—soft smile, eyes half-closed like he could fall asleep any second, but he was watching every flicker on my face.
"You can do it," he said quietly.
I bit my lip—hard—tasting copper—and slowly pushed down.
The head nudged against the rim—slow pressure, burning resistance as the tight muscle fought back. I whimpered—small, high sound—thighs shaking violently. The sting was immediate—sharp, tearing feeling as the thick head began to breach.
"Nnngh… ahh—!"
I stopped—head barely inside—breathing fast, ragged. My chest heaved; sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my temple in a slow, cool line. Tears welled again; I couldn't stop them, hot and stinging as they spilled over my lashes and down my cheeks. The ache radiated outward in slow waves, making my stomach twist, my legs shake so badly I thought they'd give out.
Morvash lifted one hand—slow—cupped the back of my head. His fingers threaded into my hair—gentle, almost lazy—pulling me down until our lips met.
He kissed me—deep, lazy, tongue sliding in slow circles. I whimpered into his mouth—small, hurting sounds every time my walls fluttered around the thick intrusion. His tongue tasted faintly of salt from my tears, warm and wet, moving unhurried like he had all night to explore.
"I'll do it for you," he murmured against my lips, voice thick and drowsy.
Then his arms locked around me—tight, secure—holding me flush to his chest. Kiss deepened—tongue moving unhurried, swallowing every shaky breath I made, every small sob that escaped.
And then he pushed up—slow, steady—sinking more inside me.
"Ahh—nn—Morvash—!"
The stretch flared brighter—burning sting as inch after inch filled me. I broke the kiss on a choked sob—forehead dropping to his shoulder. My nails dug into his skin—weak, desperate—leaving faint red crescents. The pain was deep, throbbing, like something too large forcing its way into a space too small. Every heartbeat made it pulse harder; every breath pulled at the stretched rim.
"Haa… ngh… too much—hurts—"
He didn't rush. Just kept pressing up—slow, even—until he was buried completely again. Full. Heavy. Throbbing. I could feel every vein, every slight swell, the way he pulsed in time with his heartbeat—slow, steady, like a drum inside me. My walls fluttered weakly—clenching and releasing in helpless little spasms that only made the burn sharper.
He glanced at me—eyes soft, hazy, half-lidded like he was half-asleep.
"You're so tight, Renji," he whispered drowsily. "Your ass is so warm…"
I sobbed—quiet, helpless. "Please… slow…"
"I'll get moving," he said—soft, sleepy.
And he did.
Slow rolls at first—tiny upward rocks that ground the head against that deep, sore place over and over. Each one pulled a weak, hurting whimper from my throat.
"Hn… haa… ahh…"
The wet sounds started—soft shlick… shlick… as he moved inside me, slick with everything already leaking out. My walls clenched desperately—fluttering around his thickness, trying to push him out, only pulling him deeper. The friction built—slow, heavy—aching pressure that pushed me toward the edge even though it hurt so much.
He hugged me tighter—arms locked around my waist—mouth returning to my nipple. Gentle sucks—tongue circling lazy—then firmer pulls, teeth grazing the bud lightly.
"Ngh—Morvash—!"
Every suck made me clench harder—sharp sting inside, but the warmth of his mouth layered over it, confusing everything. His hips rolled harder now—still slow, but deeper—wet shlick… shlick… filling the quiet room.
I cried out—voice cracking—tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Haa… hurts—please—slow—"
He groaned low—long, lazy—against my chest. Hips snapped up harder once—then again—rhythm building.
"You feel so good," he murmured drowsily. "So tight… warm… squeezing me…"
I sobbed—broken, helpless—nails digging into his shoulders.
"Morvash—stop—too much—ahh—!"
But he didn't stop.
Kept rocking up into me—harder now, deeper—holding me tight against his chest while his mouth sucked harder on my nipple—teeth grazing, tongue swirling.
The pressure built—slow, heavy, overwhelming. My body trembled harder—legs shaking around his hips, stomach clenching, walls fluttering wildly.
He groaned—deep, slow—hips snapping up with more force, still controlled but relentless.
The edge rushed up—sudden, unwanted.
I came first—weak, trembling release—small pulses spilling between us.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
The moment my walls clamped down hard around him, he groaned—deep, slow, drawn-out—hips stuttering up once.
"Mm… Renji… nice…"
He came first—thick, hot floods pulsing inside me, long and unhurried, each spurt slow and heavy.
"Nnngh…"
The sudden warmth flooded everything—pushing me over again. I sobbed—shattered, hurting cry—as my body clenched weakly through a second, smaller release.
"Ahh… nghhh—!"
He held me—arms locked tight—while he emptied deep inside, groaning long and low against my neck.
We stayed like that—me sitting on his lap, him still buried, arms wrapped tight around me. Mouth returned to my nipple—slow, gentle sucks again, soothing now instead of teasing.
I whimpered—voice hoarse.
"P-put it out already… argh… it hurts…"
He lifted his head just enough—blue hair falling into eyes, lips shiny.
Love you, Renji.
Said it simply—soft, sleepy—then cupped my face, thumb brushing my wet cheek slow.
I couldn't answer.
Just trembled—full, aching, overwhelmed—while he kissed my tears away and kept sucking slow, gentle circles around my nipple like he never planned to stop.