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— Kyowa-kai... it ain't such a bad deal, eh?
Lustful eyes are following the rolling down bead of sweat, going from collarbones down to the stomach… Yet before Tamura could feast his eyes on what he actually wanted to see, Renji calls him out with a stern scold:
— You're disrespecting our clan out of the blue as dirty talk?
— No, what I mean... — Tamura smirks and his voice gives out a shaky exhale, — We're in a mighty clan, and you're the one who made it twice, no- three times as powerful since we've joined.
Renji scoffs, but lets the flattery for now, lets Yuuto run his mouth with a sweet talk, while he's preoccupied with his body...
— As mighty of a clan as to make small fries scatter by mere mention of it... — Tamura caresses the other's hips and licks his lower lip off, — As powerful as people surrender their lives to it...
Renji doesn't like where this is going and lets out a huff of anger that rises from his throat, but doesn't stop Yuuto yet and rides on.
— As fearsome as for others to shoot their brains off onto the crest’s metal plate-
Renji slaps him without a recoil. His face hits the pillow.
— What are you talking about, you idiot?
Tamura gasps out and turns his eyes back onto Renji's face.
— Ren?
— Do you have any sense of what you’re even talking about now?
Tamura shuts his mouth and retreats his hands from Renji's body, standing up from the bed with only his elbows.
— Sorry, I-
— You know what, Yuuto.
Renji cuts him off for the second time now.
— I will not let you off of this one.
There's something sinister in that tone, no matter the breathiness Renji's tatking with. Tamura feels like he tilted the weights the wrong way and now it'll fall and hit him over the head for that. He gulps.
— Renji, I didn't mean to offend, — he tries, — I was just running my mouth-
— No, don't take those words back, — Renji shuts him up yet again, not tolerating the talk-back. He swallows heavily and swipes his falling out of place fringe back, before launching his single hand at Tamura's neck and pressing him down, back onto the bedsheets.
— Own them.
Yuuto looks at him as dumbfoundly as before, but this time around it's a smile that slowly returns to Renji's lips.
— Blow their brains off over the crest of Kyowa-kai? Ain't it just a great idea.
More like a coy grin - Tamura corrects himself and doesn't protest the small shiver running down his spine. He might as well remember it's his dick that's inside the other’s body now. Not only that means he has zero control over the situation, but also that Renji might as well have just felt the effect his words had.
— I'd like you to see someone do it in front of you too, — he continues darkly with a bitter sadness in his eyes that bites.
But he enjoys just how timid Tamura has become, enjoys the way his fingers curl into the sheets now that he's unsure. If he's causing Renji emotional pain, then when's his turn to feel it back? The threat itself isn't falling on deaf ears - Tamura's just waiting for what will come out of it in awe.
"I want to share the pain of that spectacle with you”, Renji lets the other go and sits back, setting his hands back at Tamura's legs behind himself, setting himself up at a full display: as a beautiful arc that Yuuta's watching all carefully, not sure if he can peek yet or not, but sure as hell wanting to take in that full view- Moreover, touch it, dip his fingers into something he can't even approach, like a kid in a museum of greek statues.
— When you see to that, come report to me how it went, — Renji says, tilting his head to the side, giving the other a full view of his bare neck on top of the taunting smile, — And tell me the very same words you've just spoken aloud.
With that, he grasps Tamura's hand and sets it at his waist. Sets Yuuto to slowly spread his fingers and feel out the low of his sweaty back under the white shirt yet to fall down from both of Himuro's shoulders. To readjust and get a reward of his formally ‘boss’ grinding down his length like a well fitted sheath. It doesn't take much to tear out a low hiss from Tamura's yearning throat, before he buckles under his weight.
“I'll want to see you eye to eye in that despair- and become even closer to you through pain and sorrows.”
Renji leans over the other and holds Tamura's shoulders, using his knees and giving him a good solid friction for once. With a small moan into his neck, Tamura grasps the hanging collar of Himuro's shirt from the back and tugs it down, as if trying to find leverage. Renji grinds down again, tormenting before giving out another good ride with his strong legs.
“Not just pleasures of body and luxuries we have. I want bruised fists like in the old days, with you.”
He grinds his teeth and moans in turn, Tamura being as patient as he commands, grounding him in such a tight embrace, letting him rub those sore muscles and curls of dark clouds of ink with his hands. All while enjoying himself with the service of the best cock he could ride in the whole clan, or more.
He doesn't have to try, their bodies know each other's breaths and tiny dips, so perfectly that it doesn't take Himuro long to moan out, when hitting that very spot inside of himself.
“Except... we've already barren them until the bloodied knuckles. It's time for our souls and consciences to deteriorate to the bare bones then.”
Tamura looks up with half-lidded eyes and hanging slack from heavy breath mouth, before swallowing and bumping his forehead into Himuro's ribs again, rubbing his cheek into other's sweat.
“I want to see it until the end. With you.”
— Yuuto, — Renji grabs back of his hair and makes the other groan until it turns into a breathy moan.
Tamura grins back, letting his head hang in Renji's hand and watching his expression looming as closely as he likes. In turn, he lays two of his hands over Hamuro's waist again, spreading them over his sides, his back and irezumi hidden under the sliding down shirt and crosses them behind Renji's neck.
Renji claims his dirty mouth with a kiss reminiscent of a bite. He doesn't let him have a single inhale until he himself gives up. He makes Tamura choke on the receiving end of his tongue, them both holding onto each other in place, with open mouths and loud hums and growls. They only separate when Himuro decides that he wants to see what expression Yuuto would make now with a string of saliva running down his chin.
— And you're-, — Tamura returns with a shaky sigh, feeling he will not get a break from here on now, — Even scarier and more cruel than all of Kyowa-kai summed up.
He bites down at Renji's pulse with a hot exhale.