He pulled my hips closer—slow, deliberate—until I was flat on my back, legs spread wide across the bed. The sheet was already damp beneath me, cool against my heated skin. My cock—still half-hard from earlier, flushed and leaking—twitched against my stomach as he settled between my thighs.
Lytheris knelt there, pink hair falling forward like silk curtains, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the low lantern light. His smile was soft, teasing, but his hands were gentle as they slid up my thighs—warm palms spreading me wider. I tensed—breath catching—sore rim twitching in the cool air.
"Relax," he murmured, voice smooth and low. "I'll go slow."
His head dipped. Warm breath ghosted over my cock—then his mouth closed around the head.
Hot. Wet. Tight.
"Ah—!"
I arched—hips jerking up before I could stop them. His tongue swirled around the tip—slow, lazy circles—then flattened, dragging along the underside in a long, wet stroke. My hands fisted the sheet—knuckles white—small, helpless whimpers spilling out.
"Nn… hah… Lytheris—!"
He hummed—low, vibrating sound that shot straight through me. One hand wrapped around the base—firm, stroking in time with his mouth—while the other slid lower. Fingers brushed my entrance—still slick, still swollen—circling the rim slow and teasing.
"Ngh—!"
He pressed one finger inside—slow push, easy glide thanks to the leftover mess. My walls fluttered weakly around it—clenching on the intrusion. Sharp sting flared; I bit my lip hard.
"Uungh… hurts…"
He added a second—scissoring gently—curling them just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside.
"Ahh—there—!"
My hips bucked—cock sliding deeper into his mouth. He moaned around me—vibration rumbling through my length—sucking harder now, cheeks hollowing. Wet slurps filled the room—obscene, rhythmic—mingled with my broken moans.
"Haa… ngh… too much—!"
Fingers thrust slow but deep—curling on every in-stroke—while his tongue flicked rapidly over the head on every upstroke. Pre leaked steadily—coating his tongue—he swallowed around me with a pleased hum.
My breathing turned ragged—chest heaving—small, desperate sounds escaping every time his fingers pressed that spot.
"Hn… ahh… Lytheris—close—!"
He pulled off just enough to speak—lips brushing the head, breath hot against slick skin.
"Mm… let go," he whispered drowsily. "Cum for me…"
Then he took me deep again—throat relaxing—swallowing around the head while his fingers thrust harder—curling relentlessly.
"Nnngh—hah—cumming—!"
I arched—whole body tensing—cock pulsing hard in his mouth.
"Nghhh… haaah—ahh—!"
Hot spurts hit the back of his throat—thick, trembling pulses. He moaned—low, satisfied—gulping every drop, throat working visibly as he swallowed. His fingers kept moving—slow now—milking the last weak shudders from me.
I collapsed back—panting, trembling—tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. He pulled off slowly—lips shiny, tongue flicking out to catch the last bead on the head. He swallowed again—audible gulp—then licked his lips with a lazy, pleased hum.
"Mm… delicious," he said softly. Crimson eyes met mine—half-lidded, glowing. "So sweet, Renji… I could drink you all day."
He crawled up—kissed my stomach—then my chest—then my mouth—slow, deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
I whimpered into the kiss—small, overwhelmed sound.
His lips stayed soft, almost careful, moving against mine like he was memorizing the shape. The taste of my own release was faint but sharp on his tongue—salty, bitter, strange. I tried to turn my head, but he followed—gentle tilt of my chin, keeping me close. His breathing was warm, steady, brushing my cheek in slow exhales. No rush. No force. Just the lazy slide of his tongue, coaxing small, shaky sounds from me that I couldn't swallow back.
When he finally eased back, his forehead rested against mine for a moment. Crimson eyes half-lidded, glowing softly in the lantern light. That teasing smile curved his lips again—gentle this time, almost fond.
"You're shaking," he whispered, voice low and smooth. "Still sore?"
I nodded once—small, trembling motion. Couldn't speak. Throat too tight.
He kissed the corner of my mouth—soft brush—then my jaw, then the pulse under my ear. Slow. Lingering. His hands slid down my sides—warm palms gliding over ribs, waist, hips—light enough that it almost tickled, heavy enough that I felt every finger.
He shifted—knees nudging my thighs a little wider. His cock—long, flushed, still glistening—settled against my entrance again. Just the weight of it made me flinch—rim twitching, faint sting flaring up.
"Hn…"
He didn't push right away. Just rubbed the head there—slow, slick glides—coating himself in the mess still leaking out of me. The wet sounds were quiet—soft, obscene little squelches every time he dragged along the puffy rim.
I bit my lip—hard—trying to hold back the noises building in my throat.
"You're still so soft here," he murmured, almost to himself. "Still tight… and warm."
One hand slipped under my knee—lifted my leg higher, hooking it loosely over his elbow. The new angle opened me more—exposed, vulnerable. Cool air brushed the damp skin between my legs, making the leaking cum feel colder as it trickled down.
He leaned down—kissed me again—soft, almost sweet. At the same moment he pressed forward.
The head nudged past the rim—slow stretch, dull burn as my walls parted around him once more.
"Nn… haa…"
I gasped into his mouth—small, hurting sound. The soreness flared—sharp at first—then settled into a deep, aching fullness as he sank in inch by inch. My walls fluttered weakly—clenching around the thick intrusion—trying to adjust, only making the pressure heavier.
"Hnngh… Lytheris—slow…"
He groaned softly against my lips—low, pleased. "Mm… so warm inside…"
He kept going—slow, steady—until his hips met mine. Full. Deep. The head pressed right against that tender spot again, throbbing in time with his pulse. I could feel every subtle ridge, every vein—the heat of him seeping into me like it belonged there.
My free leg trembled—knee bending, heel digging into the mattress. Tears pricked my eyes again—hot, stinging—but I didn't cry out. Just breathed—short, ragged gasps—trying to settle around the fullness.
He stayed still for a long moment—forehead resting against mine—breathing slow and even. One hand stroked my thigh—gentle, soothing circles—while the other laced fingers with mine beside my head.
"Augh?" he whispered. "I miss this…"
I whimpered—small, trembling sound.
He started moving.
Slow rolls—tiny rocks of his hips that barely pulled out but ground him deeper, dragging the head along that sensitive place over and over. Each one pulled a weak, hurting moan from my throat.
"Hn… haa… ngh…"
The wet sounds returned—soft shlick… shlick…—mingled with the creak of the bed. My walls clenched around him—fluttering helplessly—every roll sending a fresh wave of ache through me. The burn was constant—deep throb that made my toes curl, my stomach tighten.
He kissed my neck—slow, open-mouthed—then sucked lightly at the pulse point.
"Mmm… so good," he breathed against my skin. "So warm… so soft inside…"
I tried to speak—voice breaking.
"Lytheris… hurts… please…"
He only hummed—low, soothing—hips rolling a little harder now. Still slow. Still deep. Each thrust pushed a small, broken sound out of me.
"Haa… uungh… too much…"
He shifted—lifted my other leg over his shoulder—folding me more. The angle changed—deeper, straighter—head pressing harder against that spot.
"Ah—!"
I cried out—voice cracking—palms scrabbling at his arms. Tears spilled over—hot tracks down my temples.
He kissed them away—soft, gentle—then murmured against my cheek.
"You're doing so good…"
He kept moving—slow, steady thrusts—each one pulling a weak, hurting whimper from me.
"Nn… haa… ngh…"
The friction built—slow, heavy—aching pressure that made my cock twitch against my stomach, leaking steadily now. My walls fluttered harder—clenching around him—trying to push him out, only pulling him deeper.
He groaned—low, long—hips snapping a little harder once—then slowing again.
"Mm…? You're squeezing me so tight, Renji…"
I sobbed—quiet, helpless—nails digging into his shoulders.