A/N: I know I haven't been working on my other stories, but I'm kind of losing steam for them so I decided to write this random one shot and hopefully it will jumpstart my imagination. I will finish my stories, so don't worry ;D
Catch Your Breath
Brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. Amber skin, unblemished and smooth, stretched over malleable limbs. Staring into those glistening eyes, Grimmjow stuck out his pink tongue and slid a wet trail of saliva from Ichigo's belly to his adam's apple. Blue eyes never left brown as Grimmjow nipped at that vulnerable skin, gently grinding the flesh between the points of his canines. The predator relished the quickening rise and fall of Ichigo's chest and the thick scent of fear.
Grimmjow's eyes were wild with desire and death. He slid his right hand across Ichigo's side, savoring the warm flinching skin, and smoothed his palm over the slim belly. Avidly watching the fear and uncertainty forming in brown eyes, Grimmjow pressed down on Ichigo's stomach. Slowly at first, a shortness of breath, but the pressure gradually increased until Ichigo was wide-eyed, gasping, and wriggling for air.
Grimmjow loved the sound of the berry bitch gasping, the sight of him flailing his arms and legs, trying to throw him off. That haze filming over crazed eyes, the smog of choking fear filling his nostrils. He loved it so much, his cock was instantly bobbing and swaying in arousal. He removed his palm, let Ichigo get one gasp of breath and then slammed their lips together.
He inhaled through his mouth as his tongue slid over every surface and crevice of the boys hot, slick mouth, stealing some of the berry's air. Ichigo's tongue didn't play back, but it didn't need to. The muscle flopping and twisting in panic was stimulation enough. Slim, amber fingers grasped his shoulders tightly as Grimmjow slid his finger nails over the loose skin of Ichigo's sack before squeezing it tightly.
"Grimm." A short, sharp cry as if in anger or reprimand.
Grimmjow guessed Ichigo wanted to breathe, but Grimmjow liked him this way. On edge, struggling, never able to recuperate. Grimmjow was King and he was in control and this was fitting in his mind. Grimmjow slammed his fist onto the middle of the orange head's flat belly, effectively deflating his lungs. Throwing long, slim and shaking legs over his shoulders, Grimmjow forced his thick cock into Ichigo's body as he kept his palm pressed down over the berry's stomach. Ichigo was hissing and gurgling. It wasn't until the blue haired demon was actually fucking him that he finally let the berry breath.
As Grimmjow slammed in and out of the orange-head's hole, it was to the distorted and deep gasps of Ichigo trying to get as much air as he could as fast as he could. Grimmjow was in heaven, in complete control. He had controlled his lovers very breath. And he had let him. As he felt his climax creeping up on him, Ichigo was beyond gasping and well into screams of pained pleasure and coming all over himself when Grimmjow sank all of his teeth deep into his amber skinned chest.
Ichigo's screams, his tightening ass, and the sweet smell of his blood pushed Grimmjow over the edge. He filled his lover with his come and then sighed in relief and satiation. A few seconds passed in silence as Grimmjow listened to Ichigo's quivering breath. He lifted himself with his arms, slid out of Ichigo's swollen and bleeding hole, and got off of the bed.
"I'll go get the kit and let you catch your breath."