Prompt from .net/s/7786018/1/Grimmjow_and_Ulquiorras_50_Sentences / GrimmUlquigrrrl.) - Overwhelmed: Ulquiorra tried, so hard, to hold back his frantic moans for more, harder, faster,and for the first time in his life he couldn't keep his stoic silence; never before had be felt such lust, never before had he been so overwhelmed by the pleasure barraging him at Grimmjow's hands, and never before had he wanted anything so bad.

It was unknown how the two had ended up like this; Grimmjow was pounding inside Ulquiorra so hard that neither of them knew what way was up. Except Ulquiorra was using a tremendous amount of focus, trying to silence himself. Grimmjow's feral and almost uncontrollable actions were driving him crazy and making him feel so much that he'd never felt before. Of course, Grimmjow being as loud as he was usually with his moaning and grunting was not helping. Grimmjow picked up one of Ulquiorra's legs and flung it over his shoulder, enabling him to thrust deeper inside of Ulquiorra; at which point all hope was lost in Ulquiorra ever keeping quiet. He cried out; causing Grimmjow to stop for a minute in shock.
"U-Ulquiorra.." he said quietly, placing a hand on the pale face in front of him. Ulquiorra opened his eyes slowly.
"Move." he said bluntly. Grimmjow didn't have to be asked twice. He pulled out and thrusted back in hard, pausing again when he heard a whimper out of Ulquiorra. "More... Give me more Grimmjow." Ulquiorra's voice carried a faint hint of lust in it's tone. He eagerly put his arms around Grimmjow's neck, pulling him into a frenzied kiss as the blue haired man continued his movements.
"Ah. Ulquiorra.." Grimmjow groaned, breaking the kiss for breath. Ulquiorra had never felt this need, he'd never wanted something so much before; he just had to voice it. Louder and louder, more and more.
"F-Faster! More! Please!" he could hardly believe himself that he was begging, but he was in no position to dwell on it as Grimmjow repeatedly hit his prostate. Grimmjow was in complete bliss; finally hearing the emotion from that monotoned voice, finally hearing his own name roll off the tongue of his lover in such a passionate way.
"Open your eyes." Grimmjow muttered between thrusts. Ulquiorra complied and opened them, looking up at Grimmjow.
"Th-Thrust harder Grimmjow... I-I'm..." Grimmjow nodded and thrusted harder, frantically, unable to keep a steady rhythm going. Ulquiorra didn't close his eyes. He'd been told to open them; he'd thought of it like an order. He watched as Grimmjow's expression change; just when he thought things couldn't get any better, the look on Grimmjow's face when he released, buried deep inside, uravelled him. He cried out, loud, as he came. He didn't want this to end, even as he came down from his high. He was panting, still looking into Grimmjow's eyes. Words didn't need to be exchanged. Grimmjow could finally see the emotion in the 4th Espada's eyes; to him, that said more than any words could. Instead, Grimmjow smiled, and kissed the man on his cheek. He could taste the sweat and the lingering libido in the air... that was all he needed.