Thanks for the reviews on the previous chapter. I figured that everybody would like some lemon, Ichigo and Grimm certainly enjoyed it. *winks*
Onwards.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters.
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The room was messy, clothes spread all over the floor and the bed, some even hanging listlessly off the countertop in the kitchen.
Utter chaos.
Then the phone started ringing, the stupid buzzing sound pissing Ichigo off, more than he already was.
"What?", he barked at the caller as soon as he picked up.
"That's not a very polite way to greet your friend," Rukia said, her voice hiding amusement.
Ichigo picked up a pink shirt from the pile and scowled at it. What the fuck was that? Oh yes, once in high school, Renji had thought it would be extremely funny to buy Ichigo a bright neon pink dress shirt to celebrate his "coming out of the closet". The orange haired man threw it over his shoulder and reached out for the next.
"I ain't got time to talk to ya, Rukia," he mumbled absently, "I gotta find some clothes..."
"Why? Going somewhere?", the woman ask, he voice raising in higher octaves from excitement. Ichigo sighed. He really, really didn't want to tell Rukia about his date with Grimmjow because she would start screaming and giving lame suggestions but... But fuck, he was so fucking excited he wanted to tell the whole world.
"I... I have a date with Grimmjow today."
There was a long, reflective pause on the other end of the line before the expected screams started. Ichigo frowned and pulled the phone away from his ear, to avoid the fatal damage to his eardrums Rukia's screeching voice could cause. The woman was hysterical; not even Ichigo, who was supposed to be head over heels for the man, didn't react that way.
Yeah... About that... After his last "session" with Grimmjow, he did the winning dance all around the house in his boxers for three hours. Did that count?
The small memory of what had actually happened during those few minutes had Ichigo's entire body shuddering. Fuck. Seriously; f.u.c.k. That had been... Mind-blowing. And it was only oral sex. Imagine how the actual act would be.
Ichigo tried to stop himself before the erection in his pants was at its full potential.
Grimmjow had been so incredibly sexy, so hot; with his dark blue eyes drilling lust holes into Ichigo's skull, his perfect body shining from a sheen of sweat... And, damn, when the blunet had forced his cock down his throat, hard enough to make Ichigo gag and cough and then after... Shit, when he came in his face...
Yup, his man was now saluting them all excitedly.
Ichigo never had a facial before. Although the idea initially disgusted him, when reality came around, it literally made him come too. And then Grimmjow got all serious and apologetic and Ichigo wanted to smack the blunet but also kiss the life out of him. Grimmjow was a true gentleman, something that was beyond Ichigo's imagination and never stopped catching him off guard.
"Are you serious?", shrieked Rukia, bringing him out of his musings. He sighed.
"Yeah..."
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Goooooood!", she screamed again.
"That's why!", Ichigo tried to shout over her, "I gotta go now."
"Wait Ichigo-"
The orange haired man didn't hear what his friend had to say because he abruptly ended the call and turned his phone completely off. He didn't have time to speak and hear Rukia go ballistic over his date because he had no idea what to wear!
The orange haired man plopped on his bed and buried his face in his hands, huffing in desperation. How was it possible?! He had so many fucking clothes to choose from, yet he couldn't find anything... appropriate. Should he keep it simple and fine or sexy and spicy, a little bit careless?
Gaaaaaah! What did Grimmjow like?!
His desperate thoughts came to an abrupt halt as soon as the doorbell went off. He jolted off his bed and bit his tongue not to scream and curse. Ah yes, that had to be Yuzu. The little sister had promised to help Ichigo with his cooking, since Ichigo couldn't cook anything but chocolate brownies. Not that he ever tried to cook, but that's irrelevant.
Just as he had expected, his baby sister stood on the other side of the door, her hands full of grocery bags and with the hugest grin on her face.
"Heyyy!", she chirped.
"Hello teddy bear," Ichigo greeted and planted a kiss on her forehead while taking the bags off her hands, "Thank you again, Yuzu, I owe you one."
The teen chuckled and waved him off, following him into the apartment, "Shut up, it is noth- What the hell happened here?!"
At the last, screamed part of her sentence, Ichigo looked at her over his shoulder and saw her staring at his bedroom-living room with wide eyes. He instantly cringed.
Yeah...
He had forgotten how anal Yuzu was with cleanliness.
"I-I," he tried to excuse himself but Yuzu held a strict index finger in the air, silencing him in an instant.
"I don't want to know what happened," she said, oh so very motherly-like, "Get your ass over here and help me clean this mess!"
"Yuzu!", he scolded, "What kind of language is-"
"Hush, you little delinquent and get here before I lose my patience!"
Ichigo stared at his little sister who had already started picking up after his mess, completely thrown off but her new, bossy and badass attitude.
What the hell just happened?
Did he just got chew off, rather harshly, by his baby sister?!
"Ichigo, I'm not gonna say it another time," clipped the little girl, her face morphed into a full blown scowl before she sighed in defeat, "Clean this up, make the food then dress up for your date, yes?"
Albeit still a little shocked, Ichigo followed his sister's simple instructions and sooner than he could ever blink, his house was squeaky clean.
"I don't know how you do this, but I'm really glad you do," Ichigo sighed in the end, watching in awe his house sparkling. Yuzu chuckled.
"I've been cleaning after your mess for years," she reminded him before gently punching his shoulder, "Now let's get to work; for appetizer we're gonna cook an awesome mushroom soup and then..."
Ichigo listened to his little sister and her plans for her menu, smiling like an idiot the whole time. Yes, it was true that his weak spot was Yuzu but he always wondered who deemed him worthy to give him family as caring as the one he had. And yes, Yuzu had gone out of her way, missed a date with her new boyfriend - for which Ichigo was surprisingly happy about; the fact that she had missed the date not that she had a boyfriend - to come and help him.
Whoever that someone is, he thought, Thank you.
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Ichigo was warming up the mushroom soup, humming quietly to himself and grinning goofily when the doorbell rang. The orange haired man jumped and chomped on his tongue in order to kill a scream. Why was he all jittery today? But then his eyes widened in realization.
Grimmjow was there, Grimmjow was there, holy fucking shit, Grimmjow was fucking there!
Although he was ashamed to admit it, Ichigo started to panic, to pace around the kitchen, cleaning up the already clean surfaces, lighting up the small candles on the kitchen table where he had set everything. Shit, his stomach was churning. He wanted to throw up, so anxious he was. Taking a last look of himself in the mirror, straightening his black shirt and his dark grey jeans, Ichigo took a final calming breath and clutched the doorknob. He tilted the small bud, slowly letting the door open and positively felt his eyes bulge out of his face, his insides stirring again, but this time not because of anxiety.
Holy crap. One of the pictures he had drawn came alive.
On the other side of the door stood his ex-specialist, wearing the sexiest of all black suits, a contrasting white shirt, a black-grey stripped tie and of course that dazzling smile of his, the smile that did strange things to Ichigo's libido.
Just... Just fuck me already, you cock-tease, Ichigo mentally swooned but masked it with a small, pleasant smile.
"Welcome."
Grimmjow shifted on his legs but he looked as cool as ever. "Thanks for having me," he said, his blue eyes straying down to his hands. To Ichigo's utter surprise, in his one hand he held a flower, a rose to be exact. A red, dethorned and fully bloomed rose. The blunet extended his hand until the soft petals gently touched the tip of Ichigo's nose.
"This is for you," the blue haired man drawled.
Ichigo knew that his face was redder than the flower itself. Damn, he was a complete sucker for such things and Grimmjow was aware and taking advantage of it. He cradled the delicate stem in his hands, staring at the red fluff on top, his insides reducing to mush.
Damn you Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
"I didn't know what else to get you," Grimmjow suddenly muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Ichigo looked up and his initially lost state promptly changed to flabbergasted.
He had never seen the blunet nervous before.
He liked it.
"This is fine," he blurted, motioning to the other to step inside. Grimmjow nodded and entered, sliding off his suit jacket on the way. Ichigo was watching the man's every move like a hungry hyena, his nose buried deep inside the red rose. Gawd, Grimmjow was just so painfully, sinfully beautiful. The way he moved oozed sex and confidence, with an extremely appealing finess. The blunet was good-looking and he knew it and that was one of the things Ichigo liked in a man. He didn't like pansies and insecure dudes who were overly apprehensive about how they looked.
However, Ichigo couldn't blame them; if there were guys like Grimmjow walking around, he'd be insecure too.
Said man slowly turned to face him, chocolate brown locking with ocean blue. Grimmjow looked like he wanted to say something but somehow he couldn't. Ichigo frowned. "What's the matter?"
"No, it's just..." He averted his gaze, fixing his tie, "I hope it's not too lame. The rose I mean. I'm not as creative as you so I... I stuck with the old school."
Ichigo wanted to scream. No, fuck that; he wanted to croon and hug the blunet to his chest then fuck the man stupid until he forgot about his uncertainties. Who would have thought that a man as flawless as Grimmjow was could ever, ever have insecurities of that sort? It was the most adorable thing in the world.
The list of "Why I like Grimmjow" grew one bullet-point further.
"It really is fine," Ichigo said with a reassuring smile, "I love old school."
The other man's shoulders visibly relaxed and a sultry grin took over the previous tight smile. Grimmjow took one, two, three steps closer to Ichigo, his hand cupping the oranget's flaming, by now, cheek. His blue eyes stared persistently at those full, pink lips and before he spoke again, he glanced up and captured Ichigo's gaze.
"That's too bad, y'know," drawled the blunet, "Since you're a fan of old school, I have to wait until the fourth-fifth date maximum until I can kiss you." Grimmjow bit his lower lip. "And I was dying to kiss you again."
Ichigo's mind was cloudy, filled with fluffy little white cottons. How could Grimmjow do this to him in a matter of a few seconds he had no idea. His heart was on the verge of having an arrest, his body hot and intoxicated.
"Eh... Not that much of a fan," he managed to say through his haze, voice hoarse and thick.
The blue haired demon chuckled and rubbed his nose against Ichigo's, his hot breath fanning on the orange haired man's lips, scorching them. Their faces kept coming closer and closer, their necks reflexively tilted a little before their lips bumped together. Ah... The same old fire boiled Ichigo's blood until it turned to gas.
The man smelled liked a fucking sin. Now that they were so close, Ichigo could take a large whiff out of it all he wanted. He didn't know what sort of cologne Grimmjow was wearing but it was ruining everything Ichigo had planned for the night, especially the dinner.
Thankfully though, Grimmjow had greater self-control and he was able to break their kiss before it got to the tongue-battling stage. He smiled over Ichigo's lips and Ichigo noticed he was breathing just as heavily as him.
"Dinner first," the blunet husked and Ichigo didn't bother hiding the shudder than raked his body at the sound of that sinful voice.
"Fuck dinner," he muttered hoarsely. Grimmjow chuckled, unfortunately moving away.
"They say that if you wanna win a man's heart, you gotta first satisfy his stomach."
Ichigo blinked for a second before a shit-eating grin took over his face. Satisfy his stomach, huh? Well then, he surely had this one in the bag because everything he had cooked were under Yuzu's strict instructions and we all know how good Yuzu is at cooking.
"Let's head to the kitchen, then, shall we?"
"After you."
Being with Grimmjow was... Simple but a little bit unnerving. Well, for Ichigo at least, but that was mainly because Grimmjow knew him already. After all these sessions they had, it was peculiar to see the bigger man walk around his apartment, looking at his stuff without saying anything, save from some subtle nods to himself every once in a while.
"I like your house," the blunet suddenly said, answering all of Ichigo's mental questions, "It is small and cozy. Perfect."
"Thanks," Ichigo said as he walked into the kitchen, straight to stir his mushroom soup, "All these... Ideas I had for my books were born in here."
"Interesting," Grimmjow said from the bedroom-living room. The house didn't have those two separated and the kitchen was defined only by a countertop. Every once in a while, Ichigo would look over his shoulder to see where his favorite guest had gone, until, at some point, he saw that the blunet was leaning on the countertop and going through one of the sketchbooks.
"Why yer lookin' at these?", he chuckled.
Grimmjow replied without looking up from the pages. "Because I like them. I'm not psychoanalyzing you at the moment, be at ease."
"O-Okay," Ichigo muttered and went back to his soup. Even though the man had seen all of these drawing before, Ichigo still felt like his soul was being bared. Maybe back then, when they had this doctor-patient relationship he was more... Relaxed, simply because Grimmjow was doing his job.
Right now... They were on a date. Which meant that they were going to talk about each other, get to know one another. God damn, Ichigo had so many questions he wanted to ask the blunet he didn't even know where to start.
"Why did ya choose psychology?", he finally asked, making up his mind.
Grimmjow sighed behind him and the oranget heard the sound of a book closing shut. "I dunno really. I guess because I like it."
Ichigo took the soup off the heat and made a small turn to look at the other man. Shit, when had Grimmjow moved? He was in a kitchen already!
"Why not psychiatrist?"
The blunet cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips. "Because I don't wanna deal with crazy people, giving them drugs and stuff. Things are simpler in psychology, since I mainly observe and listen to my patients. Besides, for psychiatry you hafta go through med school and that really ain't on my list."
"Why not?" Ichigo was entirely too intrigued in Grimmjow's explanation. It didn't hurt that the man's voice was like mapple syrup sliding over hot pancakes.
"Because," the blunet sighed, "I want to work and not grow old while buried in books. Even psychology took too long, if you ask me."
The man had a point but Ichigo still frowned. "Yer not old, shut up."
Grimmjow shook his head. "When ya get to twenty seven, you'll see what I mean."
"You're twenty seven?" Ichigo felt a little embarrassed now, because he had thought Grimmjow was around thirty. The man was clearly apprehensive about his age.
The other nodded. "Twenty six and a half, to be exact. I'll turn twenty seven in August."
"C'mon man," Ichigo joked, patting the blunet on the shoulder, "Cheer up. Ya've got all life in front a' ya. Think about people that are eighty. What would they say if they heardja?"
Grimmjow smiled and gingerly took Ichigo's hand into his, planting a soft kiss at the top. "You always seem to know what I need to hear," rumbled the man on top of Ichigo's skin, "Thank you."
The oranget blinked, startled by the sudden, tender moment but didn't say anything else. That of course galvanized Grimmjow into action; the gorgeous devil kept showering the hand with kisses, up to the point when he turned it palm up and placed a kiss on the base of Ichigos thump. Then travelled down to the wrist. It was unecessary to mention that Ichigo's man down low was shrieking in excitement. But then Grimmjow went and made matters wrong, hoo boy the motherfucker was sneaky; he flicked that sinful tongue of his and dragged it over the skin on Ichigo's palm.
Okay, that was it, he was about to faint and nosebleed to death.
Ichigo's breath hitched and he yanked his hand away from the other's grasp, whirling around, pretending to look for some plates to put their food. His face was flaming, his body was throbbing, his brain in the state of red alert.
What the hell was Grimmjow doing to him?
"I-I'll serve the soup," he muttered, his voice breaking and he had to clear his throat before continuing, "Take a seat."
He didn't have to look over his shoulder to know that Grimmjow was grinning like the smug idiot he was, he could feel those blue eyes digging his back already, shining with arrogance.
Fucking asshole.
But Ichigo couldn't stay mad at all.
With his hands trembling, his mind running with hundreds of miles per second, Ichigo managed to make it to the table with their food on the plates. Once the food was served, he sat on his chair, right opposite from Grimmjow and he really wanted to smack that amused grin the man had on his face, as he watched him falter and stutter.
The asshole was enjoying this.
"Dig in," Ichigo bit out harsher than he intended and immediately regretted it. Okay, Grimmjow had pissed him off but he was his guest and he shouldn't act like this.
However, Grimmjow seemed absolutely unfazed, grin still in place. "Thanks for the food," he said and instantly took a mouthful. Ichigo stared at him while the blunet swallowed, watching closely for his reaction on whether he liked the food or not. Yeah, you guessed it; his confidence from before had evaporated like alcohol. Blue eyes locked with impatient brown ones and Grimmjow quirked an eyebrow. "Why yer starin' at me like this?"
"You like it?", Ichigo came straight out with his worries.
Grimmjow frowned before he grinned. "Ichigo," he said, "Don't worry so much. It's delicious."
Ichigo let out a long, shuddering breath he hadn't realized he was holding, relief washing over him like a tidal wave. The blunet chuckled and shook his head, reaching out with his hand to tease the tip of the oranget's nose.
"That's better," he nodded, "Now eat and don't think about it."
As if Grimmjow had put a spell on Ichigo's nerves, then after the orange haired man relaxed and being himself, like always. They talked a lot, they laughed a lot, and Ichigo learnt a lot about the blue haired man, things that he had never imagined before. For example, when he was younger, Grimmjow was the lead guitarist of a band called Espada and they had won many high school tournaments. Ichigo tried to hide how much the idea of Grimmjow with a guitar, his fingers dancing on the chords had aroused him.
"I did a lot of sports too," the blunet said, slowly sipping from his red wine.
"Well," Ichigo said with a sultry smirk, "I can tell."
"Smartass," chuckled Grimmjow.
The oranget cackled, agreeing that, yes, he was a smartass but he still wanted to know more. "What kind of sports did ya do?"
Full lips pressed together in a thin line of consideration, blue eyebrows marring together. "I did a little bit of everything really; I was in the soccer team, football team, basketball team and I also did a hundred or four hundred meters hurdles in track. Oh yes, I forgot the swimming team. I was swimming competitively, in hundred meters freestyle and butterfly as well as relay."
Ichigo was speechless. In fact, he stared at the blue haired man as if he had sprouted another head while they spoke. Amused by his expression, Grimmjow laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Adorable.
"I was practicing four hours everyday," he added, pushing a hand through his hair, "That's why I don't want to lose that fitness I had as a youngster."
"You serious?", Ichigo nearly damn shrieked.
"As a heart attack."
Orange eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Did you do anything else in your life other than running and swimming?"
Grimmjow nodded. "I did everything else normal high schoolers to; studied, partied, got drunk, sex, heh, I had lots of sex..." He trailed off and smiled, lost in the reminiscing, "I was really immature back then; thrashing things, breaking hearts... I was bad tempered and referred to as a delinquent but I was popular nonetheless."
Jealousy flared at the pit of Ichigo's stomach and suddenly he wasn't hungry. "Well," he gritted sarcastically, "I wonder why."
Compared to the teasing retort Ichigo had expected, the nostalgic smile on Grimmjow's face morphed into a bitter and sarcastic snarl within seconds. The man wasn't even looking at him and yet Ichigo felt all the hairs at the back of his head stand up to attention.
"Yeah," clipped the blunet, "I was really popular."
"I-It's not a bad thing," Ichigo tried to rescue the situation. He really hadn't meant to offend the man.
Grimmjow raised his eyes from his plate and his face softened a little. "It's not a good thing. Not for me. I got lots o' bullshit back then because I'm good lookin'."
"Why?", Ichigo asked with a frown, his interest spiking.
The blunet let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes. "I lost many of my friends because the whores they called their girlfriends started hitting on me." His face was once again hard and stony, anger carved onto his handsome features. To Ichigo he still looked like an angel.
"My friends blamed me, of course," he said quietly, "They were jealous and insecure. I found myself alone more times than not. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind being alone, it's just that I thought that friendship was worthy of something more than a cheating whore that got in the way."
Ichigo averted his gaze and grazed on his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say to comfort the blue haired man. Things got into another direction than he had initially intended to and even though he felt bad that he awoke such unpleasant memories, he was glad that Grimmjow trusted him enough to share them.
"I think," Ichigo began and he cleared his throat, "I think that if they were true friends, they would just smacked these hoes away and stick to ya." Grimmjow's eyes were glued to him now and he swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I know what you mean; like, I had many friends in high school too but most of them..." Ichigo sighed sadly.
"Most of them distanded themselves because I wasn't... I wasn't there, because I preferred writing," the orange haired man chuckled dryly. "I can't help it, really. When I am inspired, I'm out of this world and very few people understand it and not misunderstand it. Those few friends I currently have are the ones who stayed despite everything. You see, the bonds you form with people can be strong, they can be brittle. But those friends who stay by your side, no matter what and not when they find it fitting, they are the ones worth keeping."
Ichigo wasn't sure at first whether or not his words had reached and loosened Grimmjow's uneasiness but soon, the small smile that tugged the edges of the blunet's mouth upwards was enough to reassure his job was done.
"You couldn't have said it better," Grimmjow said, "Thanks."
"I have my way with words. I'm not a best selling author for nothing," Ichigo chuckled and placed his cutlery into his empty plate, "Anyways, don't thank me. It's the least I can do for you."
Grimmjow mimicked his actions and gathered his eating utensils. "Will you at least lemme thank ya for the food?", he asked while he stretched and rubbed his stomach, "It was really good."
Ichigo grinned and stood up, mentally noting to send a bunch of flowers to his baby sister, gathering their plates. "I am glad ya liked it. Ya got room for dessert?"
At that, Grimmjow's ears perked up. "Dessert?"
"Yup," Ichigo nodded and placed the dishes in the sink, "I made brownies with vanilla ice cream." He saw the blunet hesitating a little and he didn't like it. "Something's wrong?"
"No... U-Uh," Grimmjow stuttered and scratched the back of his head again, "It's just that... I... I don't eat sweets. I take responsibility, I didn't tell you when you asked."
Ichigo was dumbfounded, his eyebrows hitting his hairline. "You don't... Eat sweets." It wasn't a question. He was too shocked to make it a question.
"No. Sorry I didn't tell you," apologized the blunet.
That sure was intriguing. Ichigo didn't know anybody that didn't like sweets. "Is it out of choice or ya simply don't like them?"
"Mm... Both," replied the other earnestly.
Ichigo respected the other man's opinion, even though he was thrown off completely. He himself was the sweetest tooth existing in nature and he couldn't stop eating chocolate or candy to save his life - and teeth.
"Okay," the oranget said, "I'll make you something else."
"No!", Grimmjow sputtered, "You don't have to. I'll make an exception today."
"No, no, no," Ichigo insisted, shaking his head as well, "You're my guest, I have to do anythin' possible to make ya more comfortable."
"Ichigo please." The blue haired man was on his feet and walking towards Ichigo. He took the oranget hands into his larger one once again, his eyes reminding Ichigo of shining sapphires. "You made this for me," he rumbled and Ichigo swore he was losing himself, "I wanna cherish it."
"B-But...!", Ichigo tried again in his haze, only to be silenced by a pair of two lips that chastely touched his.
"Please," whispered the blue haired demon, "Don't spoil me so much."
"Alright," he finally agreed with a sigh. Grimmjow smiled and kissed him again, holding their lips together longer before he kissed the tip of Ichigo's nose.
"Change my mind," the blunet husked and made his way back to the table.
Ichigo's head was spinning, his body was pulsing all over again, heh, so did his hands. However, he managed to impress Grimmjow with his cake - reminder; he had made that one by himself, without Yuzu's help. As a matter of fact, Grimmjow had blurted an entirely too cute line, "It tastes like a wet dream." The oranget had laughed heartily at that.
How did wet dreams tasted like? L.O.L Grimmjow.
Once they were done with their dessert, they washed the dishes together, even though Ichigo insisted he did the work on his own, and after a while of arguing with the blunet, he lost and let the man do as he pleased. Grimmjow was an assertive bastard, Ichigo had to acknowledge that.
He would have hard time taming the man.
But he would do it in the very end. Besides, he was Ichigo Kurosaki. Everything he set his mind on, he brought it around.
After the dishes were done, they decided they could watch a movie on Ichigo's fifty two inches TV and since Ichigo didn't own a couch, they sat together on the bed, side to side. Sooner than not though, the orange haired man couldn't stand being apart from his crush and thus, he slowly approached the blunet and laid his head on a broad shoulder. Grimmjow got the message and wrapped his arm around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling the smaller man closer, fitting him to his side like a koala.
What to do, what to do, what to do? Ichigo's mind was on rampage once again, thoughts swirling around like a whirlpool but he didn't find anything suitable enough for the situation. Should he try to kiss the man? No, no, Grimmjow looked so tranquil like this, maybe he didn't want to be bothered. Maybe touch his crotch?
No Ichigo!, he chided, That's rude!
Yes but he was frustrated! He wanted something to happen! He had waited for a situation like this for so long, one months and two weeks exactly, and he couldn't stop himself any more.
Maybe... Yeah... Maybe try to work on the mood slowly.
Ichigo took a deep breath and set his plan in action; slowly, he began rubbing circles onto the blunet's stomach, spending some time mapping the defined chest over the offending clothes, up until he reached Grimmjow's neck tie and gingerly loosened it. When the blue haired man didn't react or said something, the oranget continued, bolder this time. He removed the tie, placing it next to his ass and then he went straight to Grimmjow's button-up shirt, sliding the little beads out of their slits.
Grimmjow didn't move a muscle.
The first five buttons were finally loose and Ichigo dug in with his hand to feel that sculpted chest. God damn, Grimmjow felt so fucking good, it was blowing him away. Shit, he was getting horny just by feeling the man up and Grimmjow hadn't even moved yet.
"That feels good," Grimmjow suddenly spoke, his voice quiet and thick but booming enough to make Ichigo jump. "Keep going, baby."
Hooo boy. When the blunet called him baby something nasty happened inside of him. Every single time.
Growing hornier and more impatient, Ichigo raised his head from Grimmjow's hard shoulder and licked the thick column presented in front of his face, before showering it with kisses. The blunet hissed and tilted his head to the side, giving more access. Ichigo got a little more confident in what he was doing and got it a little further; he sucked and nipped the bigger man's neck but before he got to the point of a hickey, Grimmjow stopped him.
"Please don't leave marks, I've got work tomorrow," he scolded the orange haired man, cupping the other's cheek and bringing their faces closer. By that time, Ichigo was a lost cause of a blundering mess, but he managed to nod and apologize.
"'m sorry," he whispered, unable to find all of his voice.
He didn't have to say anything else - not that he could but anyway - because Grimmjow cover his mouth with his own, effectively silencing him. The world slowly faded away as they kissed, eating each other up, their tongues soon joining the intimate play.
"Mmh," Ichigo hummed in satisfaction, his hands working on whatever was left of Grimmjow's buttons, his fingers running over taut skin and mouthwatering musculature. Grimmjow was responding just as ferociously, since he too was tugging the buttons of Ichigo's shirt, sliding it over the oranget's shoulders in a blink. The blunet pulled away from the kiss and pushed Ichigo on his back, those large, calloused hands roaming freely all over Ichigo's chest, adding more oil to the fire.
"Yer working out pays off," rumbled the blue haired demon, his fingers capturing two towny nipples and tweaking them lightly, "I like it."
Ichigo hissed and panted pathetically. Shit that was ridiculous at the very least. Ichigo! Get a grip!
His attempt to regain his composure didn't last for long since Grimmjow assaulted his chest, sucking his nipples into that furnace of a mouth. He even moaned like some lame chick and mentally slapped himself for being such a girl. He was a man damn it!
Grimmjow knew how to play him, he knew his game pretty well and that was pissing Ichigo off. But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't move his body.
"Ichigo," the blue haired man whispered huskily, his mouth once again hovering above Ichigo's lips, "Do you have a scarf?"
That sounded rather odd, odd enough to make Ichigo force his eyes open and stare at the face of perfection. "S-Scarf?", he parroted dumbly. The blunet nodded, a sly smile on his face.
"I... I have one...", Ichigo cleared his throat, "L-Lemme get it."
Reluctantly parting with that warm, solid body above him, Ichigo stumbled towards his closet and threw a few things on the floor as he fumbled to find the silky scarf Rukia had once bought on his birthday. He never wore it. Why? Because it was pink. What was up with his friends and pink anyway? He was gay but not a fucking girl damn it.
Even Grimmjow raised an incredulous eyebrow when he saw the scarf. "Pink?"
"Courtesy of Rukia Kuchiki," snorted Ichigo, rolling his eyes too.
"Aha," hummed the blunet, staring at the cloth in his hand, "I can make it work." Then all of a sudden, those bone-melting blue eyes were on Ichigo once again.
"C'mere," he rumbled, beckoning with his finger too.
Moving in autopilot, Ichigo kneed his way on top of the bed and approached the blunet, settling next to him, not quite touching him, his skin crawling and itching in anticipation. Grimmjow rose to his knees once again, folding the scarf into a thin band, straightening it to its fullest.
"Do you trust me, Ichigo?", asked the blunet quietly.
"Blindly." What the hell was Grimmjow talking about?
A feral grin broke Grimmjow's face into two. "I like your choice of words," he said and sighed. His blue eyes were gleaming in mischief, a sentiment Ichigo wasn't quite familiar with but he wasn't exactly sure if it made him uncomfortable or not. But it made his stomach flutter for sure.
"Can I blindfold you then?", Grimmjow asked.
Ichigo's eyes widened and glanced at the silky scarf in Grimmjow's hands then back up to Grimmjow. It clicked. That... That was... What if the blue haired man...? No, no, Grimmjow wouldn't hurt him, don't be ridiculous Ichigo. Taking a deep, calming breath, Ichigo gathered his wits and answered sternly.
"Yeah." It didn't sound as confident as he had wanted it to sound but it didn't matter.
"I promise I won't do anything to hurt you physically or emotionally," Grimmjow caught up with Ichigo's thoughts, soothing all of his worries in an instant. Ichigo smiled a little and nodded.
"I know."
The silky scarf was neatly wrapped around his head, his vision pitch black, nothing to see, only feel. With Grimmjow's guidance, Ichigo soon lay on his back, in the middle of his bed, his head on one of his fluffy pillows. The sensation was incredible, and Ichigo began wondering how could he even hesitate in the beginning; Grimmjow's hands were everywhere on his body, his lips too, soft hair tickling his chin, full lips traveling down the whole expanse of his chest. His breath was hitching and catching on his throat, his belly quivering under the teasing assaults it received.
"Lift your hips, baby."
How could Grimmjow do that? How was it possible that just at the mere sound of his voice, Ichigo's body would react and satisfy any command? The orange haired man obediently lifted his hips from the bouncy mattress, his legs trembling while Grimmjow took his time on sliding the grey jeans over the oranget's ass.
He was exposed like the day he was born, at the mercy of a hot-blooded male who appeared sadistic enough to tease the shit out of him. Ichigo was a little wary as to the extent of his future suffering but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the pain.
"Ichigo?"
Ichigo couldn't force down a small moan, his back arching when strong fingers wrapped around his cock and stroke.
"Ichigo," Grimmjow called again, his voice deep and thick with lust, "Hands over your head, baby."
Not questioning the blunet a second time, the orange haired man submitted to the request, lifting his hands above his head. He waited for something to happen but nothing did until he noticed a soft material sliding around his wrists and tightening.
That moment he realized and his whole body spasmed.
"Hey!", he gritted, trying to free himself, however Grimmjow was stronger and had greater hold of him, "No!"
A soft pair of lips silenced him once again, calming down his writhing body too. "You don't trust me?", Grimmjow asked with an almost hurt voice, however chigo could practically hear the smugness and arrogance oozing in tidal waves.
"I trust you," the orange haired man said, "But I... I... Why're you doin' this?"
Grimmjow let out an airy chuckle and finished tying Ichigo on the slim poles composing the headboard of the bed. He then settled between the orange haired man's spread legs and rocked his hips, the sensation mind-blowing enough to have Ichigo gasping in astonishment.
"Why, you ask...", whispered the blue haired devil over Ichigo's waiting, trembling lips. His hips were on constant move, depleting the oranget's air supply more and more, up until his head was spinning. Again.
Grimmjow wasn't done though, he hadn't answered Ichigo's question yet. But when he finally did, a feral grin spread over the orange haired man's lips, all of his worries gone and thrown out of the window.
"I'm making your fantasies come true."
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Shit was about to go down!
Thank you. Thank you, whoever is up there.
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For those so don't remember, Ichigo had a dream exactly like this and he had drawn it for one of his sessions with Grimmjow.
As for me... *grins evilly and grabs popcorn*
Thanks for reading,
Queen.