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[ Renji wasn't thinking to deeply about the whys of this sudden message or Keigo's arousal. If anything he assumed, like the first time Keigo had used this move on him, it was probably his own fault and he was happy to help resolve this problem he'd created. Even if Keigo was being a little cocky with him. ]

Oi
The only one who's gonna strain somethin is you

[ A dubious claim considering the second sharp peak of his reiatsu at Keigo's gentle teasing, but Renji had an image to maintain. ]

Or don't ya remember what happened last time?

[ Because Renji certainly did. The pressure of his reiatsu crashing down on Keigo and his tight insides and how his legs clamped around him as he came with just a few thrusts. It was getting him going just thinking about it. ]

[ ah, yes. an expected response from the likes of renji... keigo was pretty amused, even while enduring the strain of arousal that was gripping him so tightly. renji's fluctuating reiatsu didn't help with his concentration, either, though it did clue him into just how much this was affecting his boyfriend. ]

i remember. you don't needa worry about that

[ though keigo was growing impatient... ]

it's funny you mention it [ though keigo was the one to start this whole thing... ] because i think even back then i really liked you

[ As was customary, Renji readied himself for some verbal sparring before the main event. It had become almost part of their foreplay, flirty little messages traded back and forth to set the mood when their patience for mere suggestion ran out.

But this message struck an early knock out, the ardor stoking in Renji turning to unbearable affection and a kind of tender embarrassment. He stared at the message, heat rising to his face, and then he was knocking at Keigo's door. When he answered, Renji hesitated before speaking. ]

...You did?

[ A not entirely seamless continuation of their conversation, but maybe the lingering red colouring his cheeks would make up for that. ]

[ keigo wasn't sure what compelled him to reveal that tidbit of information in the midst of some dirty texting, but it was too late to backtrack now. not that he didn't want renji to know, but some things were still a bit embarrassing to admit.

he could have predicted that renji would show up at his door so soon, though he still jolted in the bed when renji came knocking. and seeing him on the other side, red in the face and seemingly stuck on what keigo had said, made the boner he still sported feel a bit more depraved than it should have. ]

Um... [ he didn't know what he expected, but keigo still fumbled a bit even as he stepped back to let renji inside. ] I mean... y-yeah. [ all the confidence he wielded was quickly fracturing, revealing a bit of shame as he looked away. ] Even then... I wanted to be near you a lot... and... whenever you... [ this was much easier over text... keigo wanted to be sensual and flirtatious, but now he felt like an awkward virgin all over again. ] When we were together, it always felt more gratifying to me.

[ Renji's gaze was fixed on Keigo, not even glancing back as he let himself into his apartment and closed the door softly behind him. The stark contrast of Keigo's downright audacious tone over text and his chaste demureness wasn't lost on Renji. Another unbearable swell of fondness overcame him seeing all these little facets of Keigo. The tide of his feelings rose to a strange, tender ache in his chest and a hint of warmth in his eyes and a bright surge of reiatsu. ]

I didn't know that.

[ A shy kind of contentment that he rarely showed was now painted on his face. Renji cleared his throat, as if that would wipe away his stupidly pleased expression. ]

Well... since I'm here... [ His hands drifted to find Keigo's, fingers curving to interlace neatly with his. ] Lemme gratify you again, then.

[ Leaning forward, tilting his head, his lips found Keigo's. The way his feelings for Keigo developed was deliberately secret and unseen until it became too steadfast to ignore, like roots winding around inside him until a shoot burst from the dark earth. He couldn't find it in himself to put that into words, even halting ones like Keigo, so he tried instead to impress the gist of it with a kiss, with the gentle press of his lips and the probing sweep of his tongue. His free hand pulled between them, palm skimming up the tent of fabric in Keigo's pants that also hadn't gone unnoticed. ]

[ keigo wanted to be a smartass and say something like "well, now you know!" and brush it off like it wasn't a big deal. unfortunately, he couldn't muster the sense of mind to even go that far. it felt too genuine and vulnerable, even for him.

at most, he was receptive to the fluctuation in renji's reiatsu, his hands easily meeting renji's seeking ones and allowing them to clasp together. it was a romantic gesture, one that had keigo softly exhaling an amused sound, shy but wanting. he only gave renji a small look with a half-quirked brow and warm smile before he took the kiss easily, like it was all but second nature.

even as embarrassed as he was, this was the easy part. kissing renji came with a rhythm keigo could sink into, working in tandem with him to envelope his tongue with a slick pressure as he sucked on it. there was no real checklist they were using, but with any cue renji gave, keigo responded with its corresponding action. from pressing inward with more insistence to nibbling on his lip, keigo had every bit of what renji desired memorized. the only interruption came from the pressure to his cock, as light as it was. keigo's mouth opened and he moaned into renji's, shuddering from the very welcome touch. ]

Please, [ keigo whispered, husky and rough as he coiled his fingers through renji's hair, his other hand steadfastly squeezing at the one clasped against it. ] I wanna feel you again.

[ The text arrives just after midnight on the thirty-first. Rukia has a habit of staying up late, using her insomnia to browse around her device, and add to her ever-expanding research on this world. So, it was no trouble sending something so late, she only hoped that Renji was awake as well. Not like she'd been patiently waiting to send this at the opportune moment or anything... ]

If time works the same way it does in our world, which it appears to, then. Happy birthday, Renji.

Edited 2020-08-31 14:58 (UTC)

[ Renji is also on his device and indulging in his habit of staying up late. Although he's not doing research as much as playing one of those mobile games that are all the rage around here. Which, if pressed, he would defend as "cultural research" and "keeping his reflexes sharp" and "I can stop any time I want to leave me alone".

The notification dings right in the middle of a song he's trying to 100%, throwing him off his perfect streak. It annoys him for the half-second before he sees the sender. With a swipe of his finger, he closes out the game to read the message a second time. He's missed this more than he can say, hearing her voice with just the words on the screen, her prim tone wrapping warm sentiment. The dim light of his device illuminates the soft smile on his face as he reads it a third time. ]

Thanks

[ Although... As grateful as he is, it doesn't escape him that it's just past midnight. And, obviously, he's not going to let her escape without some light teasing. ]

You set a timer for that?

[ Not until his message pops up does Rukia realize she's been hovering over her device, waiting for the alert. Then, she loosens up her posture, looking around as if someone might have caught her acting anything less than a Kuchiki. (Which has been happening more and more these days, and especially around Renji, considering recent... events.) ]

Don't get too excited. I have a good memory.

[ It's just as true as her watching the clock, but he doesn't need to know that. ]

Edited 2020-09-01 00:27 (UTC)

[ It's a bit too late to tell Renji to not get too excited. He's already seven re-reads into her birthday message and refreshing their conversation every three seconds until she sends her reply. There's that reserved tone of hers again, dismissive and almost aloof without context. But he knows Rukia a little better than that. ]

Must have a pretty good clock too

[ Renji could press her a little bit more, ask her if she stayed up just to wish him happy birthday or if she's got any recommendations for a good alarm app. But he lets his other oh so clever jokes slide for once. He's feeling magnanimous, which is his present for everyone else today. ]

That eager to remind me I'm gettin old huh

[ ...Okay that's the last of his oh so clever jokes. ]

[ There's a knock on Renji's door on his birthday, a rather sharply dressed Prismal presenting a gift that is boxed, wrapped poshly, and even tied off with a little ribbon. There's no name on the gift, or any big clues to who to attribute the gift to, other than, of course, the color palette.

Inside is a pair of rather large sunglasses in Renji's preferred color palette, as well as an outfit that's rather tell tale. Other than, perhaps, a scarf that's a rather loud print mixed in to all the black fabric primly folded inside.

Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of high brow spoiling from a certain classy goth who hasn't bothered to send a card along. ]

[ The delivery Prismal doesn't find Renji in his most presentable state, hair sticking out of his braid, sleep still clinging to his eyelids. They probably left with the distinct impression that this finery is wasted on him. And, judging by Renji's bewildered face when he takes the beautifully wrapped present, they could both agree on.

When he opens the gift, though... Well, he's not wrong. It is entirely too deluxe for the likes of him. The pop of colour in the sunglasses and the scarf draw his eye the way a coin catches the fancy of a magpie. But he lingers on the rest of the stark, black outfit. His palms smooth over the leather jacket and finger the luxurious material of the sweater.

Yeah... entirely too luxurious for him. But he does know somebody with expensive, dark tastes and a charming tendency to indulge him. ]

Got your present

[ Re-L's treated attached is a blurry selfie of Renji, sunglasses perched on his head and the leather jacket draped over his shoulders. The rest is laid out over his bed, just in frame, but he's too excited to try these on in particular.

Turns out leather jackets are super cool? Who knew. ]

Didn't have to break the bank on me, y'know

I'm glad you like them enough to already try on a few pieces.
Does the jacket fit? That was the only one I was unsure about with your shoulders...

I didn't, so don't fuss about it.
I just thought you could maybe use a few nice base things.

Yeah I just tried it on proper
It's real comfortable

[ Not too snug, not too loose. Renji checks by swinging his sword around with the jacket on, which is definitely a very cool thing to do when you're in your bathroom. ]

You call this stuff base things, though?

[ Cause damn if these are base clothes, he wonders what she thinks of his regular clothes... Also he may not understand what basics are. ]

Good. It isn't quite as giving as fabric so I was a little concerned.

Yes. Good base items to put a wardrobe around. A few black basics and then a few statements.

[ Rukia curses Renji through her screen for that comment; she would have to get him back before he decides to use this against her for weeks to come. (He probably still will...)

However, his second text, she can't deny that. ]

I'll always be eager to remind you of that.

[ Getting old was actually luxury, especially considering their life all those years ago in Inuzuri. Getting to where they are today (though their current predicament is questionable) is an accomplishment, and it is something to celebrate. I'm glad you're old, she almost thinks to write back, but second guesses it instead. ]

Happy birthday, Renji-kun! Thank you for always being such a kind and tenacious person. Everyone around you appreciates you much more than you realize, so I hope you're able to take a day to yourself and celebrate to the fullest.

I thought about it for a while, and instead of a physical gift, how about I make you tempura and karaage for old times' sake?

[ It's later in the evening when Renji gets to checking his texts, bone tired after having activities and human (and non-human) interaction thrust upon him. Some birthday wishes, a lot from usernames that are unfamiliar, but Sougo's catches his eye immediately and it's one of the first he actually opens.

Renji's sharp gaze becomes something a little milder as he reads through, touched to get such a heartfelt message from Sougo yet again. ]

As on point with the birthday texts as ever, huh Ousaka

[ Trying to make him feel things... if it weren't so earnest, he'd be offended. ]

But tempura and karaage sounds good to me
To celebrate the season, since this place's actually got seasons

That so

[ Rukia doesn't need to be anywhere near him to hear the soft sigh in his voice. The sincere meaning behind her words isn't lost on him. Where they're from, life was a luxury none could afford. They didn't celebrate birthdays. They dug their own graves. Another year older meant nothing more than another year of survival, another year of carving out a place in the world to exist.

But he wasn't just surviving anymore. He was, as he said, getting old. Time wasn't something that he had to steal anymore and more a thing that happened to him. Like everybody else. And sometimes it's nice to have someone remind him of that. ]

You better set an alarm every year for the next ten thousand years then

I'mma get so old you're gonna get sick of tellin me

Nah it's great
Feels like I got a set of armor on but nicer lookin

Ah... is that so
Guess my clothes are mostly statements huh

[ You don't say. ]

Ten thousand years, huh? Then you better start being nicer to me.

[ It's a nice sentiment, though part of Rukia wants to ask—hope—that those years will be spent back home, in the Soul Society. Often she's reminded Renji (at least this one, here) has spent years away, unlike her; it was only weeks ago they were leaving on a mission together.

She knows now isn't the time to bring that up, especially not wanting to sour anything on this birthday. She reads his message again—maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if he was by her side.

However, re-reading his message also makes her realize— ]

I didn't set an alarm! >:(

Fufu. I have everyone's birthdays written down in my planner to make sure I don't forget them, so I don't deserve that much credit.

[But really, he's glad that Renji seems to have remembered his other birthday messages. That's awfully sweet.]

You're fortunate that your birthday falls at the perfect time for it. Sweet potatoes, right?

[ The reply draws a soft expression to Renji's face. He might be embarrassed at the depth of emotion he was showing if he was aware of it, but it seemed like such a natural thought. That Rukia would be part of his life for ten thousand years or more. Someone he held so tightly to his chest, he didn't even think of letting go anymore. ]

I got ten thousand years
Why start now?

[ Completely glossing over her protests says paragraphs more than another "yeah sure" possibly could. ]

Thorough ain'tcha... I guess that makes sense

[ It would take Renji approximately a whole week (or less than a second, depending on what mood he's caught in) to compose such an earnest message, so he figures Sougo must need to plan ahead. ]

That's right
Got that written in your planner too?

Only if you want me to stick around that long, idiot.

[ And she will, of course she will. In some ways, Rukia really believes she has no choice in the matter. If she says any more that could reveal that, then she might get herself in trouble. ]

At least this year, I will. So make it a good one.

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