A/N: Drabble. 100 words. No more, no less.

Warnings: Mild sexual content.

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Real

Ichigo groaned, writhing under Renji in a way he'd never imagined himself doing, but the redhead was quite relentless. Hot breath down his neck, one calloused hand holding him down, another – rubbing and stroking, and Ichigo couldn't put two thoughts together.
It didn't matter that Yoruichi might happen upon them any other minute because they were supposed to be training now; and for a terrible moment Rukia didn't matter either. Ichigo dared not glance at his unexpected ally; face flush with shame and need, because no man was supposed to touch him like this.
Didn't make it less real, though.