I do not own any Bleach characters.
Summary - Grimmjow's amazing idea to combine work time and playtime was doomed to fail from the start. But each time seems to just keep on getting more extreme than the last.
After waking up to get to work for 5am and returning after midnight, with no breaks during the day whatsoever, all Ichigo wanted was sleep. And maybe to eat something too. It wasn't just because he had to do it all again in a few hours, but because he was too tired for anything else. He could have happily fallen to the pavement and slept there for the morning.
That idea turned out to have been the better option.
Stepping into his shared apartment, the door had barely shut behind him when we was pinned against it, soft lips crushed against his. He was utterly breathless from the excited surprise, not bothering to protest as long fingers threaded through his. Before he knew it, Grimmjow had dragged him to their bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them.
"God I love you in a suit," the bluenette growled against parted lips. Pushing the man backwards onto their queen-size bed, he followed him down and started his attack.
"Then why are you taking it off me?" The younger groaned as nimble fingers pulled the tie from around his neck. He was seriously way too tired to entertain his brute of a boyfriend after such a long day of work. The orangette knew for a fact that if he played along, he'd only get an hour sleep. Maybe even less.
"That's for me to know and you to find out." Moist lips curled into a smile against his neck, making worry tear through his exhausted body.
Sleep deprived, he didn't even flinch as his lover ripped his work shirt open, little white buttons flying around the room like bullets. "That was new," he complained at the man's eagerness to undress him. He was completely ignored as his boyfriend pinned him to the soft mattress. It took several seconds for him to work out what the bluenette was doing and begin to struggle, by then, it was too late. "Dammit Grimmjow! I'm too tired for this!"
Proudly looking down at the thin wrists slotted through the headboard and tied with a black tie, a mischievous smile transformed the bluenette's pale face.
Shuffling back to straddle the struggling man again, he pulled two long strips of cloth out from his jeans back pockets.
Honey brown eyes widened as one blue strip was forced into his mouth, luckily he'd managed to bite his lover in the process. The second was tied around his head, robbing him of his sight and stopping his death glare.
"I want to try something different tonight Ichi," was the man's reason for everything.
That answer, surprisingly, didn't make Ichigo any calmer than before. All struggling and thrashing stopped dead as a crotch ground against his own, pulling a reluctant moan from him.
Raising his hips to get more addicting friction, he knew that he'd just given the man exactly what he wanted. He knew for a fact that there would defiantly be a smirk on his lovers smug face that he couldn't smack off this time.
Gently pulling at one of the erect nipples with perfect white teeth, his nails dragged down ribs to make the body under him arch off the bed. Shimmying black work trousers down strong, lean legs, he smiled at the sight of 'Little Ichigo' trying to strand straight in tight red the clothing to the floor, he spread his boyfriends thighs and place a small kiss to the straining bulge. He barely noticed the body under him give a surprised jolt as he began to nibble the heated pride through the thin cloth.
Ichigo let out a desperate whimper as the hands on his hips refused to let him rise up to get more delicious friction.
So he could do nothing but wait for the torture to end.
"You still feeling tired, berry?" Grimmjow breathed, suddenly leaning into his lover's ear before gently chewing his earlobe.
His pointed tongue trailed down his lover's tanned body as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of bright underwear. Placing a small kiss to the top of the tent, he smiled at the shudder he caused. Pulling the thin cloth off, he immediately swallowed the proud manhood whole.
A muffled scream could only just be heard through the thick cloth as he hummed a tuneless tune around the thickness between his away from Ichigo's length, he scraped his teeth along the heated skin to make the younger groan with continued the pleasuring pattern until the thighs either side of his head tightened, telling him that the man was close to release.
Peering up at his blind boyfriend, he drunk in the luxurious sight.
Ichigo's chest was rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for breath around the gag. A dark red blush graced his face that glistened with sweat.
Losing what little self control he had in the first place, Grimmjow climber over the bound man to pull open the draw of his bedside table. Quickly finding the long tube of gel, he leapt off the bed to hurriedly strip before nestling between his lover's spread legs again. The stench of strawberries erupted throughout the warm room as the lid opened with a loud 'pop'.
Specifically buying that flavour lube to annoy his own little strawberry, he constantly had to find new hiding spots for it so that it wouldn't get thrown away like the last one. Coating his long fingers with the cool gel, he pressed a slick finger into his partner's hidden entrance. It wasn't long before a second joined the first, eagerly stretching and preparing the younger male. The smallest shred of patience he had left shattered when his lover pressed he rear down, trying to bury the digits deeper.
The towering man was breathing heavily as he covered his throbbing erection with the sweet-smelling gel. Planting a tender kiss to the base of Ichigo's throat, he buried himself into the man with rough thrust, releasing a loud groan. The orangette was so tight and hot around him, that he felt himself grow impossibly harder.
He 'generously' waited for several short seconds before beginning a slow, steady rhythm. Which didn't last long. Letting his desires take over, Grimmjow's hips thrust into the body under him with powerful, fast thrusts.
A smirk transformed the man's face as a muffled shriek reached his ears. Knowing that he had hit his lover's sweet-spot, he aimed solely for that area.
Grunts, moans and muffled screams drowned out the sound of squelching and skin slapping against skin. But even with his mind in a lusty haze, he was missing his favourite sound of all. The addicting sounds that Ichigo had made from under him only days before, were completely gone. Dulled by a thick strip of cloth.
Giving in, Grimmjow leaned over and pulled the soaked cloth from Ichigo's gasping mouth.
He was immediately thanked with beautiful, pleased whines and his name being moaned. Lean legs wrapped around his hips as he feasted on the man's tan neck.
Not wanting to waste his chance, Ichigo sank his perfect teeth deeply into his boyfriend's shoulder as the man pulled away from him. Still completely blind from the cloth around his eyes, he felt proud at the yelp he had caused. "You... ngg... deserve th-ahhh-t," he only just managed to choke out.
Smiling slightly, they didn't even need eye contact to what the other was thinking.
Thin lines of blood raced down naked bodies as teeth and nails tore into slippery skin, making them moan at the pain they were causing each other. Their hard rhythm never paused for even a second.
"Come on strawberry, spill you seed," the bluenette huffed into his boyfriends ear. As if on demand, thick white fluid splattered against their sweat coated stomachs. Grimmjow released shortly after as the warmth around him tightened incredibly, milking him of every drop that he held descended over the couple, the air thick with sex, sweat and strawberries. Panting and heaving for breath, the older male eventually rolled off of his bound lover.
"You've never been so quiet during sex before Ichi," he laughed as he lazily kissed the man's wet forehead.
"You're lucky that I'm too tired to kick your fucking ass," the orangette threatened half-headtedly. Blinking away stars as the blindfold was taken off, he stared into glowing azure orbs. "Never put that in my mouth again."
Grimmjow gave his feisty lover a deep kiss as he untied the black tie from his slender wrists. When he was finished, he wasn't surprised to watch his boyfriend roll onto his side, facing away from him. Quiet grumbles of 'unnecessary' and 'already tired enough' made him give a heart-felt laugh, receiving an elbow to the hip straight after.
Glancing at the digital clock on his side of the bed, Ichigo felt dread grip his heart. Honey eyes widened at the little numbers glowing green at him.
04:17
In a flash, the man was racing around the room in a blind panic as he searched for some clean work clothes. "I have for be at work in less than an hour!"
Grimmjow watched him through half lidded eyes as he lounged on the bed like nothing was wrong. Not lifting a finger to help, he was utterly amused by his limping partner.
"Don't just lay there you bastard!" Ichigo snapped, throwing a pair of random socks at his boyfriends irritatingly relaxed face.
"Nah," he said in a bored voice. "I have the day off today, no point in getting up. But you might want to hurry though berry. Have a good day." Ichigo simply stared at him in disbelief as his lover rolled over and closed his eyes for sleep.
"I WANT TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"
- Strawberry -
Ichigo was furious as he stomped up the stairs to his apartment. No matter how exhausted he was, this argument couldn't wait. Angry yellow eyes glared into stunning azure as the front door slammed shut, the air thick with tension.
Not only had his boyfriend changed the time on his clock so that he was three hours early for work, but he had rung up Urahara to tell him too!
Pushed to work extra hours without a wink of sleep, he was far from happy.
His mood seemed to plummet when all of his co-workers commented on his appearance. With several people telling him that he looks tired, doesn't seem well, asking why he was limping or straight out saying that he needs a holiday. He was ready to snap at the end of the day. But the one he that really got under his skin, was the occasional 'you smell a lot like strawberries'.
- T B C -
Grimmjow calls Ichigo 'berry' in stead of 'baby' to make it more personal and something for only them, after a few years, he finally stopped getting into trouble for it too.