Author's Note (if applicable): AU. Will eventually be archived at butterpies. Follows Tabula Rasa.
Somewhere vaguely in the near distance, Renji heard the sound of a soprano's voice soaring on the high notes of an aria. But all that faded away into the background because the world had narrowed to only him, the stranger he had picked up from the club and a lot of kisses and bare skin.
"You didn't tell me your name," Renji sighed, voice drowsy with passion and he arched his neck so as to grant the older man better access to his throat. He shifted restlessly from where he was seated, his legs dangling to either side of him, acutely aware of how the bathrobe split open down the front to expose him in a most sinful manner.
Renji felt the other man smile slightly, mouth open against his skin. “Shouldn’t you have asked that earlier?”
"Yeah, well, it's not like you gave me much of a chance to talk," Renji muttered rebelliously.
A slim, well-manicured finger tipped his chin up. "You're right. You're not supposed to talk much. After all, we're here so you can give me a good fuck, right?"
Renji's mouth fell open in protest and he sputtered, outraged by the crude language. "But I-"
"Kuchiki Byakuya," came the abrupt reply and Renji yelped when the older man wrapped two strong hands around his waist and shifted him even closer.
"Wait," Renji protested.
There was a low, almost derisive chuckle. "You're pretty shy for a whore."
“I’m not a whore!”
Renji sensed rather than saw the sardonic smile in the darkness of the night and his shoulders slumped in defeat. He fell silent, offering no resistance as Byakuya drew his face down for yet another kiss.
"I paid for your meal," experienced hands made a quick job of the ties on his bathrobe and Byakuya began trailing a hand down his chest. "And this hotel suite."
Byakuya nipped softly at his clavicle, causing Renji to draw a a sharp breath. "In return, you provide me with physical company for the night."
"I would definitely categorise that as prostitution,” came the closing statement and Renji shuddered at the feel of Byakuya’s voice next to his ear, caressing him languorously with each syllable.
“Time for you to earn your keep," Byakuya whispered.
Renji’s eyes widened as the words sank in. The older man shifted abruptly and Renji found himself sliding off his lap in a boneless pile to kneel in front of Byakuya.
"What do you want?" Renji asked, trying to keep the trepidation out of his voice and half-dreading the answer. Byakuya didn't say anything and only leaned forward; a benevolent smile gracing his handsome face as he threaded his hands into Renji's hair and guided him to where his attentions were needed.
And after that, all Renji could hear was the soft, wet sounds of himself pleasuring the older man and Byakuya's harsh breathing as he thrust his hips in rhythm to Renji's ministrations.