Quick LATE little drabble for 6/15
I personally think it sucks major balls. XD
Warnings: Hm...a little bit of smut I guess
Disclaimer: I OWN THE MOST BRUTAL THING EVER! NOTHING!
"Where are we going?"
"Its a surprise"
"God Grimmjow just tell me, I hate--"
"Okay berry calm done where here!"
Hands were lifted from the teens eyes, to suck up the ocean scene, waves lapping at the shore,
and white seagulls flying overhead. The sky was pinkish, and the rest of the sand expanse was deserted.
"Grimm...I...this place is beautiful."
"Not as pretty as you though love."
Ichigo blushed, a blush fitting for his name and looked dead on into cyan eyes. Heads tilted, and lips met in a gentle, soft brush, before a frisky pink tongue lapped at the youngers lips. This made the red head moan, and the tongue slipped in beginning a sinful dance with the others. Hands roamed, some smoothed over firm abdominal muslces, some behind the others neck, while one slipped down to grasp the berry's behind.
Grimmjow slowly lowered Ichigo to the ground, the latter surprised to fall on a teal blue blanket, he had failed to make note of before. His lover straddled thin hips and broke their kiss, to nibble along the vizards neck, not to hard, but hard enough. The black haori was long gone, along with the teal ones white jacket, the olders hands tweaking the others nipples as nails were raked down his back.
When hips brushed against each other both moaned aloud, and tried again, making a constant rhythm. Pants were shimmed off hips and the arrancar moved south, slowly licking the engorged length, kisses and light touches scattered too. As his member was finally swallowed, three fingers found themselves into the berry's mouth, waiting to be lubed with his spit. All while doing this Grimmjow moved from the thick rod to the tiny puckered opening underneath, slowly dragging his tongue around it, and finally plunging it in causing his berry to moan and arch his back in pleasure.
One finger was plunged into the heat with the dexetrous pink organ, preping him for what was to come. A second was added, and soon a third. Ichigo was moaning in pleasure, trying to push himself down on the fingers, and whimpered when they were stolen from him.
But something else was felt at his entrance, poking him before it pumped itself in very gently. On its first try it slammed into the berry's prostate and his back arched again, Grimmjow began to speak,
"Ichigo, I--BEEP BEEP"
"BEEP BEEP"
The vizard sprang up in his bed covered in a sweat. And he had a certain type of issue between his legs. Damn sexy espada! Making him have wet dreams.
But Ichigo loved his little dreams, he had to admit.
Cause thats all they ever would be.
Dreams.
He was a shinigami,well--vizard actually but for side shinigami, and Grimmjow was an arrancar. It would never work out.
And the teal haired man would never ever be that gentle with him, he'd probably just throw him to the ground and screw him.