It all seemed to move very quickly from there in a tangle of limbs and heated lips against his own. Grimmjow, as it turned out, was very good at kissing. Each slide of his lips distracted Yylfordt to such extremes that he when he realized they had moved, he was already being laid out across a stray bale of straw that would have, under normal circumstances, been used as bedding for the horses. It would still be bedding, just a different kind.

Yylfordt groaned as his back hit the somewhat scratchy, yet soft surface of the bale of straw. He couldn't help but lick his suddenly very dry lips as Grimmjow removed his shirt, the other male's abdomen much better built than he would have imagined. But then again, he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. Taking care of horses, especially this many, surely had a fair amount of heavy lifting involved. He suppose the how didn't matter, all that really did was that Grimmjow was built.

Grimmjow's pants were the next thing to hit the floor, then his underwear. Yylfordt nearly drooled at the sight of his cock. It was bigger than Yylfordt's own, but not by much. But the fact that it was was an impressive feat indeed, as Yylfordt knew he was much larger than average. Either way, it was going to feel very good inside of him.

Grimmjow leaned down to kiss him to distraction again, tearing apart his clothing with his bare hands as he did so. The feel of air against his bare skin had him shivering lightly, but he groaned at the feeling of those sinful lips moving to kiss across his neck and collarbones, before moving lower.

The feeling of a thumb swiping across a nipple had him groaning, his hips bucking beneath Grimmjow's. He had known they were sensitive, as his brother had clearly enjoyed it when he played with them, but he never knew it would feel this good. He heard Grimmjow chuckle above him.

"Heh, yer a virgin when it comes to bein' a bottom?" Grimmjow inquired. Yylfordt could only sheepishly nod, turning red.

"It's alright. Just means a little more work 's all. We'll get you there." Grimmjow murmured, pressing a much gentler kiss against the corner of his mouth. Yylfordt watched as he then got a feral grin over his face, moving his head lower and lower until his lips brushed against the sensitive buds of one of his nipples.

Yylfordt cried out in pleasure, his cock achingly hard as he couldn't help but squirm beneath Grimmjow, the feeling of lips and teeth lightly teasing each nipple in turn driving him near insanity from the pleasure. He then whined when those lips left his nipples and began to move lower still.

The feeling of air being blown against his cock had him whining again, hips squirming in an instinctive search for more friction. He could feel every little puff of breath as Grimmjow hovered his lips near the tip, the sensation only making him more needy. He heard Grimmjow chuckle again before the head was engulfed in molten fire, it felt like.

He moaned loudly, throwing his head back as Grimmjow swallowed him down to the hilt and sucked, his hand sliding up his body to tweak a nipple, then rest his fingers against Yylfordt's lips. Instinctively, he opened his mouth to the fingers and suckled lightly on them, doing to them as Grimmjow was doing to his cock.

Grimmjow kept his fingers in Yylfordt's mouth for a few minutes before removing them, sliding them back down to rest against the pucker, and circle it lightly. Yylfordt tensed some when he felt a single finger begin to press in, only to relax as Grimmjow sucked harder.

The finger felt strange, and burned a little as it went in. But despite that, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. He could feel it twist around, probing and searching for something. He felt it moments later as bursts of white light splashed across his vision and he cried out again, coming into Grimmjow's mouth.

Grimmjow chuckled, working in a second finer as he lifted himself from Yylfordt's cock, the blonde already beginning to get hard again. It was impossible not to, with the sheer amount of stimulation and pleasure he was getting from the blue haired male.

Two fingers soon became three, stretching him and striking his prostate with every dive in. It seemed entirely too soon when Grimmjow withdrew his fingers, drawing a whine from Yylfordt. Grimmjow merely chuckled in response, positioning himself and seating himself in one smooth thrust.

Yylfordt's head fell back in a silent scream of pleasure, Grimmjow having hit his prostate head on with the first try. He was right, too. It felt amazing. Grimmjow gave him a few moments to adjust, before beginning to move.

The pace started slow, making sure Yylfordt wasn't getting hurt. But the thrusts gradually became faster, and rougher as Grimmjow worked his hips to get as deep into Yylfordt as possible. The blonde pushed his hips up against Grimmjow's in time with the thrusts, screaming himself hoarse.

"G-Grimmjow! I-I'm…!" Yylfordt cried out, coming a second time against his chest without ever having touched himself. Grimmjow was quick to follow, groaning as he moved to push his seed as deep into Yylfordt as possible. It was just at that moment that they heard someone enter the room. Yylfordt turned red when he realized who it was, though this time it was not in arousal.

Aizen raised a single brow as he gazed at them, having walked in just as Yylfordt had gone over the edge. Shawlong was standing just at his shoulder, clearly looking exasperated.

"Are you sure that they were fighting, Shawlong?" Aizen asked, glancing at the older male. He merely got a groan in response, chuckling lightly as he turned to leave. "Clean yourselves up and dress. Grimmjow, I want you to clean up in here. Granz, you are to speak with me."

Grimmjow got up hurriedly. "Hold up, it wasn't his fault. I handled his brother a bit too roughly."

Aizen shook his head. "Even so, he should not have tried to choke you. That was uncalled for. Though, you too will be punished for treating my bride so quickly." Aizen glanced at the bale of straw they had used. "That is going nowhere near my horses. Burn it. Next time you decide that you cannot wait to reach the bed, please refrain from doing it on anything that we use for the horses." That said, Aizen stepped out.

Shawlong sighed, eyeing the bright red blonde and the entire unapologetic lead stable hand. "Do as he says. I'll… Try to make him a bit more agreeable before Yylfordt comes to him." Shawlong said, rubbing his face as he turned to follow the Lord of the house.