Oh-kay! Teasing time is over, here's some candy. Thank you all for the awesome reviews on the previous chapter, I hope you like this one as well. My muse went ballistic here too, the bitch is crazy I swear. Moody and bipolar, I ain't got no idea what to do with her.
Onwards.
I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.
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Saturday.
"Why are you, idiot, so happy about?"
Ichigo looked at his sarcastic raven haired sister but the smile didn't fade from his face. Yes, he had been smiling like an idiot the whole day but he had his reasons. Actually, let's be honest, there was one reason and only.
Grimmjow.
"Nice things're happenin' to me, Karin."
"Eeeeh?", Yuzu exclaimed, her brown eyes wide and gleaming with interest, "Nice things? Like what?"
The oranget shrugged nonchalantly, his smile turning teasing. "You know, this and that..."
Karin rolled her eyes and snorted in indignation, however Ichigo could definitely see that her curiosity had reached the "blinking red" levels. The orange haired man chuckled and reached out for one the salmon sandwiches Yuzu had made. He had invited his family for a picnic on Saturday morning because first of all, he wanted to see them and secondly he was more than willing to share the news that this day forward... Grimmjow would become his and only his.
In fact, he would kill every bitch that tried to take the gorgeous blunet away from him.
"Sooo?", Yuzu nudged, unable to bear with the torture anymore, "Tell us!"
Ichigo took a long sip from his mint tea and swallowed before he spoke. "I found a man that I like."
Both his sisters knew exactly how finicky he was with men so it wasn't quite surprising that twin jaws fell on the ground at the same time. "Huuuuuh?!"
The oranget smirked at their priceless faces. "That's right," he said, wiggling his eyebrows, "I found The Man; he is absolutely flawless."
"Tell us more, tell us more!", Yuzu prodded, her eyes now twinkling. Karin was a more contemplated but she was obviously dying to learn more. Ichigo knew his sisters inside out by now to read their thoughts.
"It's a long story actually," Ichigo began, pushing a hand through his hair. "I'll definitely tell ya both one day but for now lemme get to the main point..." He trailed off, giving his anticipating sisters a sneaky look, loving how much their eyes were gleaming. As a writer, he always had this... urge to keep his readers at the very edge, and it seemed that the same thing worked with his sisters as well.
"It is simple really," he said, feigning a dramatic sigh, "I was here, he was there, our eyes met and... Bam. That was it."
"Love at first sight?", Karin stated sarcastically, "Pathetic."
On the contrary, Yuzu crooned loudly and wiggled around like a spaz. "How romantic!"
Ichigo chuckled at his little sisters' reaction. "So, I told him-"
"You told him?!", came the unanimous, shocked exclaimation which only made the big brother laugh heartily.
"Yeah, I couldn't bear it," he said, his body shuddering a little at the memory of the blue haired man and what he did to Ichigo's libido, "And he said that I stood a chance so now... Here I am. Today I'm gonna ask him out!"
Karin snorted and shook her head in disbelief but Yuzu "aww"ed once again and jumped Ichigo, giving him a squeezy hug. "I am so happy for you!"
"Finally," Karin said, munching on a carrot, "You're gonna get some and lose that damn scowl on yer face."
"Watch yer mouth Karin, I ain't gonna say it another time," Ichigo growled, the very same scowl Karin was talking about back on his face. The sister rolled her eyes again and huffed indignantly but she said nothing, listening to her older brother... like she always did.
"So," Yuzu attracted his attention, her eyes big and doe, "You're gonna get him flowers or anything?"
Pause.
Blink.
Realization.
"Dude," he breathed with eyes wide like saucers from the shock, "Yer a tiny lil' genius, Yuz!" He grapsed his sister into a bear hug and Yuzu laughed in his ear, "I hadn't thought of that!"
Flowers! Fucking flowers! Was there any better way to ask someone out other than a bouquet of flowers?!
"You've got to buy some flowers with meaning," Yuzu stated in a serious manner, her index finger raised in a teacher-ish manner, "Like, does he have something that makes him stand out?"
"He stands out," Ichigo said with a blank face, as a matter of fact. Yuzu rolled her eyes and chuckled, while Karin simply snorted.
"I mean something special about him, silly."
Ichigo pressed his lips and tried to find what made Grimmjow stand out; well, first of all how tall he was... Then, maybe his well built body. Or his long fingers. Maybe his blue eyes? Hmmm yeah but there was another thing... Oh, shit.
"He has blue hair," Ichigo blurted. How the fuck didn't he think of this first? Who else he knew had blue hair?!
Yuzu quirked one questioning eyebrow that reminded Ichigo of their mother, "Blue hair?"
"For real?", Karin asked curiously. Ichigo glanced at his sister and shrugged.
"Dunno."
"Well," Yuzu muttered, lips pursed into a thin line, "You can get him bluebells."
An orange eyebrow arched. "Bluebells?"
"Yuzu, you can't be serious," Karin sighed. The auburn haired girl scowled.
"Shut up, I'm serious." She turned to her brother and Ichigo tried hard to keep a straight face at the adorably serious expression Yuzu wore, "Ichigo, get him bluebells. He'll love it."
"Sure I will," Ichigo nodded and kissed his sister's forehead, "Thank you, teddy bear." Yuzu giggled and blushed.
"Che," Karin remarked with a snarky smirk, suddenly in the mood to tease her twin sister, "Yer such a sap Yuz." The fearsome Kurosaki scowl surfaced.
"Shut up!" Ichigo laughed heartily at the cute sight of his little sisters bickering, mentally noting a few flower shops he could visit to buy his favorite blunet some pretty bluebells.
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Grimmjow was writing down the progress of his patient, Gin Ichimaru, and he shook his head. The man with the creepy, toothless grin wasn't making any progress at all. In fact, he turned scarier and scarier session after session and that had started to make Grimmjow genuinely uncomfortable too.
Maybe I'll suggest him to a psychiatrist, the blunet thought, The fact that he tells me he hears voices is a little... Unnerving.
He barely registered the soft knocking on his door and muttered a "Come in", expecting his assistant, the young redhead called Inoue Orihime, to enter and announce the rest of his schedule. He didn't raise his head from his papers until a familiar baritone, dripping seduction spoke.
"Ah, ya look so sexy when you work."
Grimmjow's head snapped up and he gave the orange haired man a confused look. He briefly glanced at his clock, which blinked 4:30pm then back to the oranget.
"Ichigo," he said, "You're half hour earlier."
Ichigo leaned back at the closed door and Grimmjow heard the soft sound of the key turning to locking mode. He swallowed and stared at the smirking man, his whole body tensing unpleasantly. What the hell was Ichigo doing?
"Don't be so tense Grimm," chuckled the oranget and shook his head, "It hurts me."
"I don't understand-"
"I couldn't wait, okay?", said the other man and pushed away from the door, his hands hiding behind his back while he walked slowly towards Grimmjow's desk. His brown eyes were serious and intense enough to have Grimmjow twisting on his seat nervously.
"I wanted to see you," added the orange haired man, now standing right into front the blunet's desk, "I nearly had to tie myself on somethin' so that I wouldn't come here eight o' clock in the mornin'."
Grimmjow let out a sigh and facepalmed, rubbing his large hand all over his face. He couldn't handle this; he couldn't handle Ichigo at all. The man was so damn straight forward and he was moving so fast, the blunet couldn't catch up with him. He kept surprising Grimmjow, he kept him over the edge all the time, thinking about all the possible reactions the oranget would have however Ichigo always did the one the blunet had least expected him to.
"Damn you're so direct," Grimmjow huffed.
"You dislike it?"
Blue eyes locked with worried brown and the edges of the blunet's mouth lifted in a small smile. "No. I'm just not used to it. Nobody has ever approached me so... passionately before."
Ichigo blinked at him once or twice, sucking in the words that were just uttered before a huge grin broke his face into two. "I'm glad I make memorable impressions then," said the oranget and offered his hand to Grimmjow. Grimmjow stood up from his chair and grasped that appendage for their normal handshake, however Ichigo went and surprised him again; the oranget brought Grimmjow's hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on top of it, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's. Then two kisses. Then three and four... Heat gathered at the pit of Grimmjow's stomach, his man downstairs giving a small nudge. Kiss number five was the last, before he let the blunet's hand go and smirked saucily, making Grimmjow think that he wasn't done anymore.
And he wasn't.
The other hand that was hiding behind the smaller man's back revealed itself and along with it, a bouquet of flowers appeared in front of Grimmjow's face. The blue haired man, albeit caught off guard, glanced down at the flowers and chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.
Bluebells. Really?
"You lil' smartass," he muttered in amusement, earning a small chuckle from Ichigo, and took the flowers in his hand before looking at the oranget again. "Thank you," he said with a smile.
"Don't mention it," Ichigo beamed, a bright blush adorning his cheeks and making his brown freckles oh so adorably visible. Grimmjow had a soft spot for freckles and skin marks in general. Dimples too and from what he had seen, Ichigo had dimples.
"So," Grimmjow began, motioning to Ichigo to take a seat while he himself settled on his comfy chair, "Since you're already here, what do you wanna talk about?"
"You," came the instant reply. The blunet smirked, extremely flattered by Ichigo's choice of words.
"Alright, shoot."
Ichigo pursed his lips into a thin line of consideration before his eyes lit up. "What's your favorite food?"
Grimmjow frowned a little at the unexpected and strange question but he shrugged it off. "Dunno, I eat everything 'cept broccoli, cauliflower and zucchini."
"I see," the oranget hummed and nodded to himself, falling into his own thoughts before he added, "Do you drink?"
"Sometimes I do."
Ichigo nodded again and cleared his throat, squaring his shoulders. "So, do you wanna come over at my place on Tuesday for dinner? I'll cook for you."
Grimmjow blinked, slowly taking in the words Ichigo just said, the heat in his stomach started to flare all over his body.
I'll cook for you, his mind repeated, I'll cook for you...
He'll cook for me. Me.
There wasn't anything sexier than a man that could cook.
"Sounds cool."
A shaky sigh came out of Ichigo's lips and Grimmjow saw the obvious relaxation of the other man's shoulders. It was so adorable that the other man was so apprehensive yet he came straight out with what he had so say, no matter how much his nerves got in the way. Grimmjow liked this kind of personality; strong and decisive, even though they are not 100% sure of the outcome, they still went for it.
"Well... That's all I had to say," the oranget added, snapping Grimmjow out of his musings. A blue eyebrow rose in question. He didn't want Ichigo to leave just yet.
"Just that?"
Ichigo's smirk came back full force and he sighed. "I want to ask for another kiss but I'm not sure if I'm taking it too far or not..." He inched closer, his sculpted forearms supporting his weight on Grimmjow's desk and the blunet felt his eyes drop down to Ichigo's lips on their own, without permission.
"I wish I had someone to help me solve that dilemma," the smaller man then added, voice low and seductive.
"And why am I here for?", Grimmjow husked, his throat dry and he tried not to hyperventilate. What the hell was Ichigo doing to him? Seriously. Judging from his own reactions Grimmjow could admit, with a pain in his heart, that the orange haired man was actually... Dominating him.
And. He. Loved. It.
"So," Ichigo whispered, their faces now few inches apart, "Can I kiss you?"
"I have a condition," Grimmjow said and for a split of second, he noticed Ichigo's eyebrows furrowing before they went slack again.
"What condition?"
The blunet bit his lower lip, mentally rubbing his hands at the darkening of Ichigo's eyes, his fingers traveling the length of the oranget's perfect forearms slowly, steadily.
"Give me... Your number," he said as sexily as he could. To his self-satisfaction, it worked quite well because Ichigo's eyes were all pupil now, his breathing fast and shallow as it puffed on Grimmjow's lips. The orange haired man nodded and blinked in his haze.
"Okay... Okay, my number," he ranted and Grimmjow had to force a chuckle at the lost expression on the pretty face before him. Without taking his eyes off of Ichigo's flustered face, the blunet fished his phone from his ass pocket and handed it over, satisfied by the sight of the oranget's hands trembling ever so slightly.
"Shit," the man cursed and scowled, "What are you doing to me?" He glared at Grimmjow, the look accusatory but with so much heat that the blue haired doctor had to mask a moan with a soft snicker and a cough.
"Yer stallin' us," Grimmjow said saucily, earning a sarcastic look before the brown eyes focused on the screen of his phone, and Ichigo's long fingers started pressing the buttons.
"Here," Ichigo grunted, passing the little device back into Grimmjow's hands, "I put me in speed dial too."
"Ah, making things easy for me, thank you," Grimmjow said with a sigh but he was grinning the whole way to butt insane like his patient, Gin Ichimaru.
"Yeah, so that every time you wanna call someone, you'll think of me first," the oranget explained in a rush, obviously unable to wait anymore to get to his prize. "Now, where's my kiss?"
At the face of utter impatience, Grimmjow smirked and stood up from his chair, beckoning at the smaller man. "C'mere," he said. He had expected Ichigo to jump on the table and attack him right away, however, as always, Ichigo reacted in a way the therapist hadn't expected; he bolted up from his seat and walked briskly around the table, up to Grimmjow and before the blunet had time to blink, fingers were at the back of his neck and a pair of soft lips crushing against his with outstanding vigor.
Ichigo was in a state of frenzy; he was on his toes to make up for their height difference, hands pulling on blue locks, his body fitting closer and closer by the moment. Grimmjow snickered in the kiss, amused and very much flattered by the smaller man's desperation, however he tried to slow him down a little. Besides, why shouldn't they take their time to enjoy their kiss, huh? Grimmjow ran his hands up and down Ichigo's sides, then up to the oranget's chest, until he reached a slender neck. He briefly pulled away, chuckled at the frustrated growl he received, and whispered upon the waiting lips.
"Slow down, baby..." Ichigo's body was attacked by a violent shudder, making the orange haired man moan and roll his eyes close.
"S-Say it again..." A swallow. "Call m-me baby again," the man husked and began rubbing himself subtly against Grimmjow's thigh. He is hard already?! Unbelievable, Grimmjow thought to himself in surprise.
"Baby."
A moan. Grimmjow growled low in his throat, his vision darkening with lust.
"Baby...", he repeated under his breath.
"Hmm."
The blue haired man ran his tongue over a full lower lip until another writhing appendage came out to play. The tips teased, messed with each other, ragged breaths coming and going until finally, Ichigo initiated a deeper kiss.
Heat erupted in Grimmjow's stomach and it circulated around his body while Ichigo had made it his life purpose to taste all of Grimmjow's mouth. Seriously, the other man's tongue was lapping and laving on every available surface, every nook and cranny, every sensitive spot and that had the blunet panting and hard within minutes. He hadn't even realized in his haze that Ichigo had pushed him against the desk until his ass collided with the edge.
Damn, his pants were so insufferably tight. And then Ichigo went and made the matters worse by palming the throbbing erection through the black slacks. Grimmjow pulled out from the erotic kiss and hissed but the oranget didn't stall his ministrations at all; he instantly worked some of his magic on Grimmjow's neck.
"Hey Grimm," a husky voice whispered in his ear and the blunet shuddered so much he thought he was losing his mind. Actually, he was. He had never, ever been at the receiving end of foreplay in his life before. Even when he bottomed - the number of times which he had bottomed could be counted on the fingers of his one hand - he was always in control.
But then again; Ichigo Kurosaki was an exception.
"Will you fuck me on this desk?", requested the other man, his tongue teasing the sensitive spot behind Grimmjow's ear. Deft fingers had unbuttoned and unzipped the blunet's pants and were at the process of cupping his dick. The grip on narrow hips tightened as images of Ichigo bent over his desk, panting, moaning and screaming his name flooded the blunet's mind.
"I-I...", Grimmjow panted and swallowed to moisten his dry throat, "I don't think... I-It is a good i-ah-idea..."
The hand in his pants stopped moving and so did the lips on his neck. Ichigo's blushing face revealed itself, orange eyebrows pulled together in a confused frown, eyes filled with disappointment. "Why not?"
Grimmjow took a deep, shaky breath to stabilize his heart and get his thoughts in some sort of order before he cupped Ichigo's face and gave him an apologetic smile. "Because," he murmured softly, "Inoue is right outside..."
"I promise I'll be quiet," the oranget rushed to explain, his brown eyes desperate, his arms wrapping around Grimmjow middle. The therapist sighed and shook his head.
"No, it ain't gonna work for me like this," he said and tried to look serious, not light headed like he actually felt, when he spoke again.
"I wanna hear your screams," Grimmjow rumbled as seductively as he could, "I won't be satisfied until yer throat is hoarse and hurts from too much screamin'."
Grimmjow swore that Ichigo's eyes got ten shades darker, close to onyx black so to say, as soon as the words left his mouth. The oranget bit his lower lip, a barely audible, sensual growl echoed through the thick silence that had fallen between them.
"If you keep tellin' me this shit," Ichigo hissed, sucking Grimmjow's lower lip in his mouth harshly before letting it go with a wet plop, "I'll be the one to fuck you on this desk."
Grimmjow smirked in amusement. "You gotta work really hard to make that one happen, baby."
"Hmm," Ichigo hummed, a sarcastic smirk lifting the edges of his mouth, "Alpha male huh?"
"To the bone."
"Well then," the oranget husked over Grimmjow's waiting lips, "I'll take my time to make you submit for sure."
"Wanna see you try, baby," chuckled the blunet.
Ichigo's hips began grinding against Grimmjow's and the blunet's smirk slightly faltered at the sensation. He wanted to feel more, hell, he really wanted to fuck Ichigo stupid but he wasn't kidding when he had said that he didn't want Inoue to hear them.
Save this for another time, Grimm, take your time and cherish it, he assured himself and pulled the overheated orange haired male in another steamy kiss.
Their lips came together with wet, smacking sounds and oh, it was so erotic. Grimmjow was pulsing in his pants, desperate for some release and he was sure that Ichigo felt the same, if how hard the other man was grinding on him was any indication. Ichigo's hands were in constant frenzy too; he tried to feel up every surface on Grimmjow's body and this time, the blunet had allowed the man to unbutton his shirt and touch him underneath. Insert a muffled moan at that; the orange haired man's hands were rough and calloused and a little chilly but ask Grimmjow if that didn't turn him the fuck on. He simply loved cold fingers on his skin.
The situation was turning a little more urgent, a little more heated. Grimmjow was desperate to feel more, even though he had just taken Ichigo's shirt off and was at the process of mapping the creamy skin. He wanted more; more kisses, more grinding, more... He wanted Ichigo to-
"Grimm," whispered breathlessly the other in a shaky voice, pulling away from their kiss. His eyes were glimmering with lust, intense enough to burn Grimmjow's mind into a crisp.
"Yeah?"
The oranget swallowed and took a deep breath. "Can I suck you off at least?", he asked, his voice steadier than before. Grimmjow had to force down a pathetic moan; he shut his eyes closed and nodded furiously, grateful that Ichigo was able to read his thoughts.
"Yes please."
Without saying another word, the oranget got to work; he kissed his way down Grimmjow's neck, over his chest where he stopped and played a little with the blunet's nipples before licking every single one of the defined set of abs and laving the two protruding hip bones. His slim fingers hooked around the loops of Grimmjow's slacks - he had forgotten to wear a belt today. How convinient - sliding the offensive clothing over Grimmjow's ass to his thighs, letting it pool around the blunet's feet. Ichigo then nuzzled the remaining tight black boxers, making Grimmjow's hands fly and hide within orange locks. Once he felt fingers in his hair, the oranget looked up and dark chocolate brown locked with navy blue.
The little imp's tongue slowly darted across the clothed manhood, carefullyl, almost shy, subsequent licks that had Grimmjow's mind shutting down on him. And that as only be beginning; things got worse once Ichigo took rid of the blunet's underwear and wrapped those delicate fingers around his love rod, giving the needy member some of the attention it wanted in the form of slow, maddening strokes. Grimmjow hissed and grunted and thrusted his hips, indicating that he craved for more, but the suprisingly sadistic oranget simply snickered and continued with the initial pace.
"Ah," Ichigo sighed in contentment, his eyes glued on the package in his hand, "Yer well endowed in both physical and mental aspects..." The smaller man then looked up, holding Grimmjow's hazy gaze before he said, "You're absolutely perfect, you know that?"
"No, I ain't," Grimmjow grunted as the hand on his erection sped up a little, "Nobody's perfect."
"Hmm," the oranget hummed, suckling around the base of Grimmjow's cock, his eyes never wavering, "I don't know who that mister Nobody is but I am sure he is not as perfect as you are."
Grimmjow barked a laugh at Ichigo's pun, watching satisfaction filling those expressive brown eyes. "I like yer smart mouth." Long fingers pushed through soft orange locks, the humor draining completely from Grimmjow's face as he said, "How about we put it into a better use, yes?"
Ichigo's lower lip vanished behind his teeth and he gave Grimmjow the sexiest look on the planet. "Yes, sir," he murmured and dragged his tongue across the whole length of the underside of the blunet's erection.
Insert breathy moan.
The orange haired man wasn't done yet though; he spent his time tasting the whole length, even caring for the two hanging sacs underneath it. Grimmjow had his eyes squinted shut and was biting on his tongue until he tasted the metallic essence of blood in order to stop himself from making loud noises while Ichigo had fun stuffing his mouth with them. Then, the oranget let the delicate sacs go with a lewd wet sound before Grimmjow felt a hot breath brushing the head of his erection. Blue eyes opened slowly and damn all the Gods upon the sky, Grimmjow nearly came at the half-mast brown eyes, full of pent up lust and desire staring up at him. Once he was sure that the blunet was watching him, Ichigo took the sensitive member in his mouth and gave it a small suck.
Grimmjow moaned. And yes, it was loud. Hopefully Inoue was somewhere else and not in her office.
Ichigo took some more inside his mouth before he started bobbing his head, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow's face. The rest of what he couldn't handle, the oranget was stroking with his hand. It couldn't have been better. Shit, what was the little sexy wildcat doing to him? Grimmjow couldn't feel his legs; they were in fact trembling and weak. He wouldn't be standing if his ass wasn't sitting at the edge of his desk.
Ichigo Kurosaki, you glorious creature. I'm gonna do the nastiest things to you, just wait.
Grimmjow's hips had started thrusting along with Ichigo's sucks, fucking that pretty, dirty mouth and it seemed that the oranget was loving every minute of it because he was moaning and humming in satisfaction, the tongue cusioning the underside becoming more aggressive. Grimmjow moaned and grunted almost with every breath, shit he was getting closer and closer. His hips began thrusting harder and harder and harder... Until Ichigo made a gagging sound and pulled away from Grimmjow's erection, coughing and clutching his mouth.
"Shit, I'm sorry," Grimmjow panted, his fingers running soothingly through the orange hair, "I'm really sorry, Ich, I got a little too into it..."
The orange haired man unclasped his mouth and took a shaky breath, his eyes finding their way to Grimmjow's again. He gave the blunet a small smile and wrapped his fingers around the waiting manhood, stroking once again. "It's fine, Grimmjow, don't sweat it," he said, his voice hoarse and a little strained. He gave the head of Grimmjow's erection a small kiss and licked the underside, on the spot where it was the most sensitive before he spoke again.
"Besides... I like being forced."
Grimmjow didn't know what happened. Hell, he didn't even know how it happened. He didn't know he had it in him and it came so unexpected his whole vision turned white, then starry, then clear again.
He came. As soon as those sexily husked words left Ichigo's mouth, his orgasm was yanked out along with his spine, his seed spilling all over Ichigo's mouth and face. The oranget was clearly startled at the sudden wetness hitting him, but thankfully he understood and closed his eyes soon enough to avoid the come getting into his eyes. That would be awful.
Grimmjow gaped at the man between his legs, without quite realizing what was happening, his breath rushing out in short, shaky spurts. Ichigo's eyes slowly opened and locked with blue ones, come dribbling down his face, the corner of his mouth and his cheek, the sight so incredibly erotic that Grimmjow wished he could move to find his phone and take a picture as a memento.
However, there came the moment of revelation; Grimmjow realized what had happened and the worst of all was he had just come, without warning so to say, in Ichigo's face.
That was so rude.
"Shit, I'm really sorry," he muttered and facepalmed, completely mortified, "I'm sorry, Ich, I... I fucked up."
"No," Ichigo said sternly and at the sound of his voice, Grimmjow peaked through his fingers. The oranget was staring at him, eyes wide in admiration as if Grimmjow was a God that descended upon Earth. That seemed a little odd.
"What do you mean, 'no'?", Grimmjow asked with a frown.
"I mean that you didn't fuck up," Ichigo explained, his face never changing, eyes never wavering, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."
"But I-"
"You can come anywhere you want on me," the oranget interrupted him. He was grinning broadly now, his tongue daring to come out for a little taste. Grimmjow swore he felt himself harden again.
"You can come in me if you want, too."
Grimmjow facepalmed again and chuckled nervously, heat gathering on his face all of a sudden. Damn. How could that man do that? How could he surprise him like this every fucking time?
"Tissues," the blunet muttered, blindly opening the drawer and retrieving the tissues. He glanced down at Ichigo and beckoned. "Up."
Ichigo bit his lower lip and rose to his feet. "Yer so sexy when you give orders like this. It makes me wanna obey you, even though I never do as I'm told."
The blunet chuckled, out of words to say and began to carefully clean Ichigo's face. The oranget was staring at him, he could feel it, but he wasn't able to look back at him. He was embarrassed okay?
"You gotta stop being so gentle," Ichigo muttered, breaking the silence between them, "Or I'll fall for you."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and snorted but other than that he said nothing. Apparently, Ichigo was not quite entertained by the reaction he received because the familiar scowl appeared on his face.
"I am serious. Don't take me lightly."
The blunet wiped the last bits of his seed from Ichigo's face and discarded the soiled tissue. He then proceeded by tucking himself in his underwear once again, noticing that Ichigo was already neatly ready, pants buttoned and everything. He frowned in confusion. Ichigo had been as hard as he had, so how-
"I jerked off, silly," Ichigo interrupted his thoughts, answering the question on the way.
"Oh," was all Grimmjow could muster. Well, you couldn't blame him, could you? Yes, he felt bad for ruining their moment by choking Ichigo; yes, he was mortified about coming so early and, yes, it was really rude of him to just... Burst without any warning. The orange haired man had waited so patiently for this moment and Grimmjow could feel how much he was looking forward to it but then ... he ruined everything. He felt as if he had disappointed the man, even if Ichigo said it was alright. Obviously he had said it out of politeness...
Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped on his chin and forced him to look into aggravated and worried brown eyes. "Grimmjow," Ichigo gritted through clenched teeth, "Talk to me."
"What do you want me to say?", Grimmjow said, almost defiantly. The oranget closed his eyes and growled before snapping them open once again. He was angry. He was pissed beyond belief.
How beautiful.
"Look," he hissed but all of a sudden his face softened, "I-I really like you okay? I... It... Fuck, I wanna work things out between us and I don't wanna push you away or anything, like... Argh, just... Just, if I did something that you didn't like, 'm sorry 'kay? I won't do it again."
Grimmjow gave him a quizzical look. So the oranget thought that Grimmjow was mad with him?
"Is it because I'm too forward?", the other kept ranting and Grimmjow felt a smile crawling up to his face, "I, shit, I'm sorry, I can't help it, I-"
"Will you shut up for a change?" Ichigo's mouth clamped down almost instantly and the blunet sighed, pushing a hand through his hair.
"You ain't the one to blame, yeah?", he said, "I'm just pissed at myself that I ruined our moment."
Ichigo frowned and cocked his head to the side, making the cutest confused face Grimmjow had ever seen. "I don't understand."
"I... Fuck, I'm sorry I choked you and came in your face... I shouldn't 'ave done that, it ain't cool."
"But I told you it's fine," Ichigo argued, his expression hardening once again.
"Listen to me-"
"No, you listen to me!", the oranget finally erupted, brown eyes spitting angry fire, "I dislike those seek-n-hide games and you of all people should know it. I ain't the one to hide behind my finger, sending mixed signals and messages, no. I am cocky and rude and blunt and shit, and I don't care about what other people think about it." Ichigo took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So when I say something is fine, it really is fine. Have I made myself clear?"
Grimmjow blinked many times, shocked by the heated speech but also a little turned on. What! He couldn't help it! Finally, he let out the breath he had been holding and nodded. So that was how it was.
"Arite. Crystal clear."
"Good," grunted the oranget and then groaned in agitation, tugging his hair. "God, you pissed me off so much."
The blunet chortled. "That's one of my specialties."
"Like I said; silly."
"It goes with the package," Grimmjow teased and welcomed the airy chuckle from the other man. Ah finally, things were back to normal.
"So...", Ichigo began after a while and averted his gaze, a blush brightening up his face, "I'll see you on Tuesday?"
Grimmjow smirked and cupped the smaller man's face, bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss, drawing a small content sigh from Ichigo's throat.
"It's a date," he husked as soon as they pulled away, mentally crooning at the intensifying of Ichigo's blush. It was somehow odd but at the same time adorable that Ichigo was fine with any kinds of dirty, nasty, sex play but blushed whenever Grimmjow was gentle with him.
Reluctantly, the oranget took a step back and grinned. "I'll text you the time, yeah?"
"Sure."
"'Mkay... Talk to ya later."
Grimmjow nodded with a smile. "Yeah."
Damn, he couldn't wait until Tuesday.
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