Moments with the Panther and Berry
Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. I love me some mint, and I do not own Bleach.
Dedicated to Sly because she is my GrimmIchi soul mate for LIFE.
AN: I got really carried away with this one. You've been warned. GRINS.
Chapter Two: Anatomy
The feeling of a hot shower after a stressful day was indescribable. Ichigo loved these rare moments of solitude where he could escape the pressures of Shinigami duties and high school nonsense. As the steamy water washed away the soap bubbles, he released a calming breath and turned off the steady streaming liquid.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, and still glistening with droplets of water, he made his way to his bedroom. Opening his door, flicking on the light and closing said door softly behind him, he turned, brown eyes widening in surprise.
"G-Grimmjow," Ichigo stammered in surprised shock. "I wasn't expecting you so early."
"Clearly," Grimmjow said, smirk pulling at his lips. "If I had known you were taking a shower, I would've joined you."
The blush that rose to the orange haired boy's cheeks made amusement dance in those electric blue pools. "C'mere, Ichi." Grimmjow purred. Without question, Ichigo walked over to his bed, allowing Grimmjow to pull him to him. Hot showers always put him in a cuddling mood.
Once Ichigo's body made contact with the soft mattress, rough yet soft hands were upon his skin, tracing familiar patterns on the soft creamy area of Ichigo's chest. The damp red towel was tugged away thus exposing the teen's body to the roving eyes of the blue haired Arrancar. Of course, a nude berry wasn't an unfamiliar sight to the Espada, but each time Ichigo ended up in this position, Grimmjow was enthralled.
Grimmjow straddled the Soul Reaper, fingers trailing up and down the boy's body, scattering the meager water drops that clung to his warm skin. He couldn't deny his hungry lips anymore. As much as he wanted to taste the tantalizing skin of the orange haired youth, those lips fused with welcoming plump ones.
Ichigo drew Grimmjow's skilled and wandering tongue into his hot mouth, reveling in the all too familiar sensation. The pointless fight for dominance ensued, and Ichigo conceded willingly in favor of bringing his skilled fingers up to shed the Espada's clothing.
At the insistent tug of Ichigo's fingers, Grimmjow shrugged off his jacket, allowing the boy to run roaming hands along rippling muscles and bulging biceps. Phalanges immediately migrated to the hole in Grimmjow's abdomen. One finger danced along the area teasingly. At the impatient grunt of the blue haired male, whose tongue was currently engaged in plundering his lover's mouth, Ichigo let a small chuckle escape his lips that was quickly swallowed up by the Arrancar.
Ichigo knew what the Espada wanted, and he was more than happy to deliver. Slowly, he dragged a lone finger around the hole once more before dropping it into the opening. Unclenching the rest of his fingers from the palm of his hand, he began kneading the edges of the hole, slightly amazed at the warmth that always enveloped this opening.
Grimmjow shuddered, releasing a deep, pleasure-filled moan from the back of his throat. The brat knew just how sensitive his Hollow hole was, and he made sure to pay extra attention to it. Not that Grimmjow was complaining. He had never thought that the opening in his abdomen could evoke such sensations and reactions. Leave it to Ichigo to discover such things.
Ichigo felt a rare genuine smile spread across his lips. Grimmjow had stopped all movement, preferring to focus on the pleasure he was receiving. Ichigo took the opportunity to roll them so that he was straddling the other male. Fingers pulled away from the sensitive opening, evoking an annoyed growl from the Espada which Ichigo ignored as his lips trailed from jaw line to neck, planting open mouthed kisses and leaving trails of saliva. Explorative mouth moved swiftly down the muscular chest, placing light kisses on sensitive nipples, reaching their destination; the inside of that sensitive Hollow hole.
Grimmjow moaned as a wave of pleasure swept through his body. The feeling of Ichigo's tongue lapping at his Hollow hole was maddeningly delicious. He felt his back arch and he fisted the sheets as an explosion of pleasure raced through him.
Ichigo's playful mouth moved downward from Grimmjow's abdomen until it landed on the rigid length of the Espada's manhood. His tongue immediately darted out to lap at the extremely sensitive skin. His lips ghosted to the already weeping head of Grimmjow's member, latching on pulling the appendage into his mouth.
Grimmjow's blue pools darkened with lust as he watched his engorged cock disappear little by little into Ichigo's hot cavity. His fingers laced into orange locks as the boy's head began to bob in a fast rhythm. Ichigo's tongue ran along the sides of Grimmjow's member, sliding over balls and sac only to end back at the sensitive head once more.
Grimmjow released a shaky breath. "I-Ichigo," he stammered. "I-I'm gonna…"
Ichigo raised deep brown eyes and released the Espada's penis. "Come for me, Grimm," Ichigo murmured, mouth covering the blue haired male's cock once again.
Electric blues grew darker at the utterance of that sentence, and Grimmjow released his seed. Ichigo expertly caught every drop.
Once Ichigo released his now limp appendage, Grimmjow straddled the boy yet again, mouth trailing over sensitive skin, down to the boy's erect and throbbing member. Grimmjow hadn't meant to ignore the body part for so long, but when Ichigo became playful, he really couldn't be blamed.
Fiery lips placed wet kisses to soft inner thigh before a teasing tongue came out to play. Ichigo moaned "Grimmjow," as the Espada took him fully into his mouth. An experienced tongue ran along Ichigo's shaft, tracing the base, skimming the sensitive underside.
Ichigo fisted the Espada's blue tendrils as the man deep throated him with ease. This action was repeated several times, and the tugs Ichigo unleashed upon the male's scalp became harder and more insistent each time. With a large intake of breath, an arch of the back and a thrust of hips, Ichigo unleashed a stream of cum into the waiting mouth of the Sixth Espada.
Grimmjow moved back up to face his lover, grinding against the boy's still pulsing member as their lips fused in a searing kiss.
"Grimm?" Ichigo questioned when the kiss was broken for air.
"Hmm?" Grimmjow cast a curious look at the chocolate eyed boy.
"What's your favorite part of my anatomy?" Curiosity lit Ichigo's eyes.
"Well," Grimmjow purred as fingers trailed to the curls that lined the boy's manhood.
"I mean besides the obvious part." Crimson tainted the boy's cheeks along with the usual scowl that graced his features.
"Mmm. That's a bit difficult. There's so much I love." Electric blues turned thoughtful. Then, lips began to explore Ichigo's neck, latching onto the boy's jugular vein. "This would have to be my favorite part," Grimmjow whispered, breath sending goosebumps over the saliva coated area. "There was a time when I longed to slice this vein and watch the blood flow. Now, all I wanna do is this…"
Ichigo inhaled sharply as Grimmjow's teeth applied pressure to the area just above the vein. The immense pleasure which swirled to the surface from this little action made Ichigo dizzy. "Holy hell," he gasped.
"Like that, eh, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked, amusement rang clear in his voice.
"You know I do, bastard." Ichigo breathed. As if to reassure the Espada, Ichigo's member stirred with renewed interest.
"So, tell me brat, what's your favorite part of my anatomy?" Grimmjow's purr of a voice was liquid smooth. He was sure he knew the answer, given the amount of attention that was paid to it earlier.
Ichigo's lips moved to latch onto Grimmjow's clavicle. "I have a thing for collar bones," he mumbled, nibbling the soft skin. He began to suck hard enough to leave a nice red mark.
Grimmjow sucked in a breath as his penis began to harden. "Damnit, brat." The Espada growled.
Ichigo laughed softly. "What do you propose we do about that?" Ichigo asked teasingly.
"I've got an idea," Grimmjow assured, bringing his member to Ichigo's entrance. "Wanna pay a visit to the wonderful world of white twice in one night, Ichi?"
Ichigo smiled. "If you think you can make that happen," he said, brown eyes gleaming with challenge.
"Oh, you bet your sweet ass I can," Grimmjow growled, as he began that first thrust.
As Ichigo's prostate was stimulated with that first thrust, he knew his lover could bring him into that white abyss soon. Releasing a moan of content, anticipation began to mount. He couldn't wait to greet the world of white.
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To Be Continued.