It's Simply That I've Always Loved You

Chapter 22

Over the sound of the wind howling outside, Renji can hear movement on the other side of the room and tilts his head to see Yoruichi slowly crawling on top of Urahara.
Maybe he was delusional when he thought Yoruichi was kidding with him about having sex with both of them in the room. Even with their futons positioned on opposite sides of the room, there is not that much space and certainly not something that would make him feel more comfortable— Like a wall. On top of the very obvious dual scents of Unohana’s heat and Isane’s alpha pheromone response, Renji is already having a tough night. Byakuya was asleep when Renji carried him upstairs to tuck him in, exhausted by the day’s events, and the proximity to Unohana’s current den has not seemed to disturb him at all.
In contrast, Renji can hardly ignore the press of his erection against the seam of the pants he’s sleeping in, more of a response to the proximity of his mate and the scent of sex in the general air. Yoruichi only makes it worse, her warm spicy scent spreading slowly through the room as she nuzzles into the side of Urahara’s neck. Renji thought the other omega was asleep, but judging by how quickly he responds to Yoruichi’s touch, arching his neck up against her mouth and shifting up against her, that is just not true.
“Yoruichi-san.” Urahara’s voice is a low murmur, and Renji can see the moment when he tilts his head though it must look like Renji is asleep, his face mostly hidden by the fall of his own hair and Byakuya’s as well. “I don’t want to disturb them. They’re trying to sleep.”
When Yoruichi laughs, the sound is low and husky. “Who cares? I used to knot Byakuya with his parents in the next room. This doesn’t bother me at all.”
Urahara yelps, his following moan carefully muffled. “You are a wicked, wicked woman.”
“That I am. And you’re an omega who smells like he desperately wants to be pinned down and fucked. Is Isane’s scent riling you up, baby?” Yoruichi’s voice lowers in octave and Renji can hear Urahara shudder, his own hand fisting in the bedsheet. “Kisuke, you’re wet.”
“What do you expect when you’re— Oh!” Urahara slaps a hand over his own mouth as the blanket over top of him shifts, Yoruichi’s head disappearing beneath it.
She emerges a moment later, shoving the blanket back. “It’s getting in my way, and it’s hot under there. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in heat, you’re so wet.”
“You’ve been saying naughty things to me all day. It’s like you’re trying to kill— Yoruichi-san!” Urahara’s voice is an adorable squeak when Yoruichi skims her shirt off, tossing it onto the floor next to them. “What if one of them wakes up?”
Yoruichi cocks her head as if the thought has never occurred to her before. “Well, I suppose they’d see my tits. And they both already have, so no harm done there.”
“I just…” Urahara slaps a hand over his own mouth to muffle a yelp when Yoruichi’s hands slide under his shirt, then moves it to speak. “Are you sure this is really fine?”
“Do you want me to stop? If you tell me no, I’ll put my shirt back on and we’ll go back to sleep.” Yoruichi leans over him, her hair falling down to pool beside his head the closer she leans to him. “But if you say it’s okay, I’m going to put my head between your legs and try to clean up some of the mess you’ve made. What’s the worst that happens? Maybe Byakuya-bo will take my challenge seriously. I’d like to see how Renji stacks up against me.”
Urahara is silent for a moment before he huffs a sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Damn you. Go ahead. You know I can’t turn it down when you offer oral.”
“That’s because I’m better with my mouth than anyone you’ve ever known.” Yoruichi steals a kiss and then wrestles him out of his shirt, her hands stroking over his pale flesh.
Renji stays as still as he can, half-worried this makes him a voyeur until he remembers that Yoruichi absolutely does not care who sees and Urahara is basically inviting it by agreeing to do it in the room with them. Yoruichi seems not to mind at all. Instead, she trails hungry, wet kisses down Urahara’s torso until he whines softly, shifting restlessly underneath her. Her hands travel lower, gripping the waistband of his pants, drawing them down his legs until there’s nothing, bare skin pale against the dark sheets.
“That’s my beautiful man.” Yoruichi leans up on hands, tosses her hair back over a shoulder as she seems to look him up and down. “My night vision is better than yours. I can see just how wet you are. How much do you want my mouth, baby?”
“Please, Yoruichi-san.” Urahara whimpers, thighs spreading wide, knees bending. “Please, I feel like I’m going to go crazy. Please please do something about it, I—”
Yoruichi laughs and her head dips down. “All you had to do was say please, my love.”
It would be rude to make assumptions about their sex life given the fact that Renji has never been in the same room with them when they’re having sex and Yoruichi’s boasts are one thing, but the loud and enthusiastic noises she makes between his thighs are just unbelievable. Renji is seconds away from calling her out on trying to get his attention when a hand grips his arm beneath the comforter, startling him. He remains perfectly still but Byakuya runs a hand through his own long dark hair, pushing it back out of his face as his eyes blink open. When his head swivels toward the other side of the room, he sighs.
“They’ve gotten a head start.” he says, and Renji just presses his face against Byakuya’s hair and tries to hide a smile. “Lie on your back. Since you didn’t wake me up to let me know this was going on in the same room, I’m going to make a better use out of your mouth.”
“Absolutely, Bya.” Renji kisses the side of his neck and flattens himself back on their futon, his ears picking up the slight quiet in the room as he turns his head.
His eyes are met by another pair and then Yoruichi smirks at him, tipping him a wink before her head disappears between Urahara’s thighs once more. The noises her mouth makes are damn near pornographic and Urahara groans, hips arching up toward her lips.
“I should have known.” Byakuya skims his own shirt up over his head, shoving his boxers down as he comes to kneel over Renji’s face. “Get to work, alpha.”
The tone of his voice leaves little room for argument, so Renji wraps his hands around Byakuya’s hips and pulls him down, leaning up to lick a hot, wet path between his thighs.
Yoruichi’s words about the heavy scent of pheromones in the air rings true for Byakuya as well. Renji’s face comes away wet when he’s barely done anything at all. Byakuya sighs and his thighs spread wider, sinking him down further onto Renji’s face, keeping him pinned back against the pillow. He’s happy to let Byakuya use him like this, lapping away the moisture on his slick folds, sucking on them until Byakuya swears softly, fingers sinking into his hair and twisting, pulling at the roots until it stings his scalp.
As if Renji would have it any other way. Any good member of any pack obeys his Taicho and Renji is no different, spreading Byakuya’s labia with his tongue, licking up over the hard swell of his clit. He’s turned on enough to make Renji wonder just how long he’s been pretending to be asleep or if it’s just Yoruichi’s scent affecting him like this.
Maybe that annoys Renji just a little. Byakuya makes a soft breathy noise and Renji’s hands tighten on his hips, and he knows his scent is heavier in the air now not that he can do much about it. He just sucks Byakuya’s clit until his omega keens and grinds against him.
He might have started with a time disadvantage but he catches up the best he can, his arms wrapped tight around Byakuya’s waist, encouraging him to move as much as he wants. The sweet sighs and moans above him fuel him on and he forgets about his own erection now that he’s been put to task, intent on giving Byakuya as much pleasure as he can. His tongue slides inside of Byakuya’s entrance and he thrusts it in deeper, curling it against his slick walls, feeling the way they flutter and clench around him. What Byakuya needs are his fingers but they’re occupied, gripping and squeezing soft cream pale skin, digging into Byakuya’s ass to pull his omega tighter against his mouth.
Please, he thinks dizzily, his nose nudging up against Byakuya’s clit with every movement of his tongue, every thrust and twist and hard lick. Byakuya cries out above him, hands about to rip the hair out of his head from the way it feels. Come for me, Byakuya. Let me hear the noises you make when you fall over the edge.
The strangled little cry that leaves Byakuya’s lips sends a bolt of warmth through Renji’s gut and he clings tightly, tongue lapping up the wetness that almost gushes from his omega when he comes. Byakuya makes a weak wheezing noise and off to his right, Renji hears an echoing cry from Urahara, smirking against Byakuya’s flushed skin. Score.
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Yoruichi says the moment her mouth is free, and Renji tilts his head to see her staring right at him, tongue darting out to lick the moisture around her mouth. “Kisuke prefers it when I take my time eating him out.”
Urahara makes a weak, breathy noise, his arm draped over his eyes. “That was… Wow.”
“You’re a sadist. You’d have me breaking down begging before you’d ever let me come.” Byakuya shifts off of Renji’s face, straddling his chest instead. “How are you, Renji?”
Renji drags his arm across his mouth and manages a wheezing sound that could vaguely be called laughter. “Not gonna lie, I’m kinda missing that view I just had.”
“You’re a horrible man, I hope you know that.” Byakuya rolls off of him and Renji laughs audibly now, sitting up slowly, wincing at just how hard is cock is right now. “Oh, I see we’re going to be challenged a second time. Why am I not surprised?”
A glance across the room reveals that Yoruichi has managed to roll Urahara over onto his knees and Renji wings an eyebrow up at the sight, at the way her head disappears behind him once more and a low keening noise leaves his throat. He looks exhausted, every muscle in his body lax with pleasure while Yoruichi’s muscles are coiled with movement. When she moves back to her knees, shoving her pants down as she goes, Renji whistles, impressed.
“Did you want to measure, Abarai?” She asks, not looking up at him as a hand slides between Urahara’s thighs, choking a moan from his throat with whatever she’s doing. From the wet slick sounds of it, fingering him open. “I’m a bit busy, but we could make time.”
“Alphas are the worst.” Byakuya declares, and Urahara makes a sound of agreement. “If you’re going to let her get the advantage, then I would hope you have a plan to catch up with her, Renji. Sitting and staring isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
“All this pressure to perform.” Renji muses, and he moves so fast that Byakuya looks vaguely startled when he ends up on his back a moment later, laid down with so much care that not a single hair on his head has been disturbed. “How could I not excel?”
Having Byakuya on his back is preferable to any other position because Renji can see his face like this, the slow flush creeping down his throat and chest and just as important, he can see the soft white expanse of Byakuya’s bare stomach. He keeps an eye on all of the loves of his life as he slides a hand along the inside of Byakuya’s thigh, caressing the soft pale skin before his fingers dare to venture higher toward his slick, swollen cunt. He’s wet enough that Renji could probably take him just like this but he takes his time, two fingers opening Byakuya open slowly, sliding in so deep his eyes flutter shut on a sigh.
Byakuya is still tight around his fingers, but he opens up well at Renji’s touch, his walls fluttering against the pads of Renji’s fingers. Renji watches his face, the way his long dark lashes flutter, the way his chest heaves with every breath and moan and sigh. When he presses his fingers up along the sensitive spot just inside of Byakuya’s entrance, his omega groans and spreads his thighs wider, his head falling back on the pillows.
“You’re so beautiful.” Renji forgets momentarily about the competition next to them, leaning down with his hand pressed into the pillow beside Byakuya’s head so he can kiss him. “I want to see you like this for the rest of my fucking life.”
A soft little whimper leaves Byakuya’s lips at the words and Renji licks the taste of it off of his skin. “Then you’ll just have to mark me and prove that.”
“Not with an audience.” Renji tilts his head and scoffs when he realizes Yoruichi is watching him, her cheek pressed against the small of Urahara’s back while her hand does something that has him all but sobbing and rutting back on her fingers.
Yoruichi flashes him a fanged smile. “Much as I like to watch people push past their limits, Red has a point this time. That should be just between the two of you.”
“Hush, Yoruichi.” Byakuya seizes one of the pillows they aren’t using and flings it across the room; Yoruichi catches it, throwing it far away from Urahara, who seems not to have noticed. His eyes are squeezed shut, mouth gaping open as he whimpers.
Two can play at that game. Renji wedges a third finger inside of Byakuya, thumb sliding over his clit and Byakuya loses that bite in a second, going soft and breathy for him, thighs trembling as Renji listens to the wet, slick sounds his fingers make. Then he shoves his pants down around his knees, smearing all of that wetness along the length of his cock before he presses the head against the edge of Byakuya’s entrance. He doesn’t even get a chance to thrust; Byakuya rolls his hips, taking just the head of Renji’s cock inside.
“Oh.” Byakuya gasps softly, his thighs spreading wider. “Oh that’s… I forgot how it felt for a second. Renji, move. I don’t need you to wait.”
Renji hushes him, stroking up his sides, feeling the way the muscles there flutter under his fingers. “Easy, Bya. Last thing I need you to do is hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine.” Byakuya drags a hand down his chest, nails scraping his skin. “Renji, I’m—”
This time, Renji kisses him to keep him quiet, holding Byakuya still beneath his body as he eases the length of his cock inside centimeter by centimeter. Truth be told, sometimes he forgets just how perfect Byakuya feels around him, too. They’ve been with no one but each other since Byakuya’s heat and he can feel it, the way Byakuya opens up around him so perfectly, walls clinging to Renji’s cock in just the right way. Every little movement causes friction and Byakuya groans against his mouth, arms wrapped tight around his neck.
There you are. Renji glories in the sweet taste of Byakuya’s mouth, their tongues curling together as his hips finally meet Byakuya’s, ensuring he’s sheathed as deep inside of him as he can get. Byakuya’s legs wrap tight around his waist as if trying to hold him in place and he lets him, mouthing at his lips and jaw, at the side of his neck. Byakuya makes the most hypnotic little whimpering noises when he does, nails digging into Renji’s back.
He hears shuffling next to them and turns his head. The excuse gives him time to let Byakuya adjust to feeling the full length of him so deep inside.
Yoruichi is on her back, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath as her hands rise to steady Urahara’s hips. The contrast in their skin tone is beautiful, Yoruichi’s brown skin against Urahara’s soft sun-kissed glow. He straddles her hips carefully, one hand sliding down to grip her cock, holding her steady as he sinks down on her. It takes him a few tries, a few pauses and shifts of his hips, panting harshly as he comes to rest on top of her, his hands resting on her lean, toned stomach.
“Very good, my love.” Yoruichi stretches a hand up to touch his cheek and Urahara leans into it, his eyes falling shut as she caresses his cheek. “You feel so wonderful about me.”
“Yoruichi-san…” Urahara whines softly, his thighs spreading wider, the motion drawing a choked cry from his throat and a low groan from hers. “I— I want to move—”
“Then move.” Yoruichi plants her feet flat on the floor and rocks up, and Urahara cries out, shifting on top of her. “Ride me, baby. Let me watch you.”
Even Byakuya seems hypnotized as Urahara straightens back up, his hands still flat against Yoruichi’s stomach as he rises off of her and sinks back down in one fluid motion. The slick, wet sound of her cock moving inside of him is almost overridden by the sound of his soft cries, the way he rocks back down on her, building up a slow but steady pace. Her hands on his hips guide him, her fingers digging into his soft flesh.
“There you go.” Yoruichi’s voice is a low, approving croon as she arches up into each thrust. Her breath comes out unsteady, her eyes heavily lidded. “You’re like heaven, Kisuke.”
Urahara laughs softly and rolls his hips down against hers, drawing a soft kiss from between her teeth. “Nice thing to say when you’re making me do the hard work.”
Yoruichi laughs and pulls him down into a kiss, and Renji blinks, the spell broken.
Byakuya’s hips shift against his and he looks down to see Byakuya blinking up at him, his expression thoughtful before he rolls his hips hard. “Move, alpha, I’ve been patient.”
“You have been.” Renji’s voice drips syrupy sweet from his hips and he leans down, brushing a kiss along Byakuya’s temple as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. “My beautiful omega. I’m going to take care of you now.”
The way Byakuya whines softly for him has Renji moving, his hips brushing against the soft silky flesh of Byakuya’s thighs which each slow, easy thrust. He goes slow, letting Byakuya feel out the pace, not wanting to get too far away from the man beneath him. Byakuya doesn’t let him, hands tangled up in his hair again, breathing hot against Renji’s neck with every thrust, muffling whimpers and moans against his skin. Renji slides an arm under Byakuya’s hips, holding him right where he wants him, driving every thrust home.
“Fuck, Renji.” Byakuya bites down on his shoulder and Renji groans at the way it feels, Byakuya’s teeth digging into his skin before his tongue is there to soothe it.
“Hush, love. I’ve got you.” And Renji shifts his game entirely, shaking himself free of Byakuya’s arms so he can lift his hips just enough with his hands, pumping into him with far more force just to hear the way Byakuya cries out, feels him seizing up around him.
The tightness of his slick passage means that his walls drag along Renji’s cock, the sensation drawing a low groan from his throat as he fucks deeper into Byakuya’s body. Arms limp against the futon, hair in a wild dark halo around his face, Byakuya is far more beautiful than Renji has ever seen him before, flushed and bright-eyed, letting Renji manhandle him, crying out as every thrust rocks his body.
Renji watches as one pale hand flutters down to rest on top of his stomach and the sight makes his blood burn, his pace quickening and startling a louder cry from Byakuya’s lips. But his hand doesn’t move and it just reminds Renji that Byakuya is his omega, pregnant with his pups and looking up at him with those dazed, lust-filled eyes. Renji is the one who makes Byakuya cry out and moan like this now, who makes his back arch off of the futon as he drives deeper into the slick well of his cunt.
He isn’t even close to done when Byakuya’s body quakes in orgasm, his head falling back on the pillows, his body writing up against Renji’s own as he screams and drags his nails down Renji’s back. Instead of stopping, Renji fucks him through it, listening to the delicious wet noises that follow each thrust, feeling Byakuya’s thoroughly stretched channel rippling around him. He only stops to pull out, rolling Byakuya over onto his knees into a more traditional position. His mouth ghosts over Byakuya’s spine, over the plush swell of his ass and between his thighs, tongue lapping over the sweet, wet taste of him.
“So good for me.” Renji’s voice is low and husky and he presses the heel of his hand against Byakuya’s engorged clit, listening to the helpless little whines leaving Byakuya’s throat as he teases those nerves, driving his tongue inside of him. He’s more open now, stretched by Renji’s cock. “You can go one more time for me, can’t you, Bya? Let me give it to you.”
“Please.” Byakuya rolls his hips back and Renji drags his tongue over every wet, glistening part of his cunt before kneeling behind him, guiding his cock inside. “Oh, Renji, please. ”
“You don’t have to beg.” Renji presses his chest against Byakuya’s back, bracketing his pretty omega with his arms, nudging his thighs further apart so he can sink in as deep as he wants, groaning at how perfect Byakuya feels around him like this.
Byakuya’s arms are trembling so Renji lowers him down into the futon and then returns to taking him from behind, slow and deep just to hear the way Byakuya whines for him, feel the way Byakuya pushes back, meeting each thrust with one of his own. He must be so sensitive now, swollen and hot from Renji’s mouth and fingers and cock, but he only silently asks for more, his eyes pleading with Renji, and who is Renji to deny him? Instead, he spreads Byakuya’s legs wider and fucks him faster and harder, jarring his beautiful body with each pump of his hips until Byakuya is almost sobbing beneath him.
“You’re so close already.” Renji nips at his shoulder and Byakuya whines at him, flushed and well-fucked, gasping and choking as Renji’s cock strokes over the nerves inside of him. “Come for me one more time, Byakuya. I want to see you fall apart for me.”
When Byakuya’s third orgasm hits, his body rocks with the force of it and he screams, and Renji’s head spins at the sound of it, his fingers digging into Byakuya’s hips as he swears and tries to slide as deep inside of him as he can. His cock throbs and then spills, and Renji mouths a kiss along Byakuya’s shoulder blade, silently praising him for how well he handled this. A few short, jagged thrusts finish him off entirely and he presses himself against Byakuya’s back, shifting to lie beside him.
He doesn’t have to knot him. He already knows Byakuya is pregnant, and with his pups, so he’s hardly surprised to see Yoruichi already spooned against Urahara’s back and knotted firmly inside of him, ensuring that their bodies are tied together.
“You barely managed to outlast me.” She says, petting a hand down Urahara’s chest, laughing softly when he makes a vague noise at her, his face tucked into the crook of his elbow. “But your omega’s already bred, so I’ll let it slide just this once.”
Renji rolls his eyes at her, dragging the blanket up and over Byakuya’s body, smoothing his dark hair out of his face to kiss his cheek. “Whatever. I won this round.”
“This is the only round.” Byakuya says, burrowing into the blanket, smoothing it over his stomach and Renji’s chest gives a little twinge at the sight. “If you do that to me again, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Everyone will know what you did.”
Yoruichi barks laughter. “To be fair, Byakuya-bo, I think everyone already knows. But they’ve been listening to Retsu all day, so I guess it’s at least a change of pace.”
“Good thing the kids didn’t stay in here after all.” Renji says, and Byakuya snorts.
Urahara whines and Yoruichi wraps herself tighter around him, whispering something in his ear that makes him huff in soft, breathy giggles. He looks tired and Renji has to at least commend her work. She exhausted her omega and put that dizzy glow of satisfaction on his face, and that’s far more important than seeing who can last the longest.
Byakuya makes a soft noise in the back of his throat when Renji noses the side of his neck. “As soon as my second trimester is here, you better mark me.”
“Of course.” Renji loops an arm around his waist, spreading his finers possessively over Byakuya’s stomach. “Not just for you, but for them. Gotta take care of all four of you.”
“That you do. So make sure not to let it go even a day late.” Byakuya’s smile is gentle and Renji slides his other arm under Byakuya’s head, pleased when Byakuya nuzzles into his forearm, settling in to sleep right there, wrapped up in his arms.
“I won’t.” Renji promises, and he means it. “I wouldn’t risk that for anything in the world.”
Byakuya squirms in his arms and Renji leans back, chuckling when Byakuya rolls over onto his side to wrap his arms around Renji’s neck, pressing himself up against Renji’s chest. Renji hooks an arm around his waist and pulls him the last few centimeters closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, nipping at the skin there and grinning when Byakuya purrs softly for him. He’s going to have to pick out a place on Byakuya’s neck to bite him soon.
Across the room, Urahara has fallen asleep, and Renji can hear the deep rumbling purrs from Yoruichi that signify just how happy she is right now. The sound must affect Byakuya too, his eyelids fluttering as he tucks his face in against Renji’s chest, and Renji helps it, pressing a kiss to the top of Byakuya’s head, carding his fingers through that fine black hair until the breath curling against his chest comes in slow, even intervals.
The blizzard rages on outside and Renji wraps himself around Byakuya tighter, making sure to tuck it around him so that all of the heat is trapped around his body. He places gentle kisses on Byakuya’s head and the tops of his shoulders, smiling when Byakuya sighs in his sleep, nuzzling into Renji’s chest just a little.
“You take good care of Byakuya-bo.” Yoruichi says, and Renji looks up at her, peering at her over the top of Byakuya’s head. “It used to take a lot of work to get him to relax that much. You’re doing an excellent job taking care of him.”
Renji smiles. Her praise means a lot to him. “Thanks. I’m gonna make sure he and the pups are well taken care of. Nothing’s going to happen to them while I’m still alive.”
“Then don’t walk strange humans back to the path in the middle of the woods,” Yoruichi says, and Renji rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. Be careful. Stay around the territory and take care of him. Don’t even give the hunters a chance to catch you unaware.”
“You got it.” Besides, even if he doesn’t want to admit it, Yoruichi is right. He never should have done it, and after the weird vibe he’d been given by the masked man, he has no intention of doing it again. “Now get some sleep. Your omega’s already fast asleep.”
Yoruichi clicks her tongue at him but nuzzles into Urahara’s hair just the same, and Renji grins at her, tucking his own face into Byakuya’s hair as he hugs him tight.
Let the blizzard rage on. Inside, all of them are safe and warm.