No real excuse for not having had this out earlier, was reading phoenixreal's newest one as well as few of my old favourites instead of writing my own!
Plus this is where the fic earns its true M rating, and i always get a crap response to any smut i write.
But hey officially my longest fic ever! and what a response, thanks folks!
Chapter 11
Grimmjow was fussing with his tie, not sure if he like the way it sat. He was wearing his black suit, with the double collared shirt, the blue tie around his neck. He'd already untied it and retied it three times, still not able to get the knot as neat and small as Starrk could. He'd go and get him to fix it except the man wasn't back yet, having gone out on an errand for their master, the younger man not knowing that he needed more moral support that day.
Gin Ichimaru had been a blessing in disguise, the sly man with the snake grin being almost an inside man in the enemy camp. As he had time for the 'help', the slaves got to find out a lot of information they would otherwise have to get from Ichigo himself, whether he would have told them is a different matter. The man was still bottling things up, something that was becoming a worry for his friends in the house.
Gin was coming by regularly to see Ichigo, and was giving him a peer to lean on. Ichigo would never feel like he needed a proper friend of rank, him feeling naturally that there is no difference between people regardless of state at birth, but out in the world, where etiquette had to be followed, all the slaves were grateful that someone could sit with him and the naturally hands on Count gave Ichigo the grounding he needed when in public. Hence the reason Starrk was going to get him.
Today Ichigo was facing his trial. Not that he was on trial; it just felt that way to the young noble. He'd been stressing out and waspish to everyone in the house, Szayel having a spat with him the day before when he had refused to eat. Grimmjow had been thrown out of the room as well, after taking the pink haired man's 'side'. Short of clambouring over the balcony again, the staff had been unable to speak to the orange haired noble again until he'd come out after dinner, sullen faced as he slumped into the kitchen where they had been sitting for their dinner, which had been cleared away but they still hadn't moved. Ichigo had kept his eyes down and made his way over to Grimmjow's seat, who pulled away from the table as he approached. The younger man curled himself onto his lap, the strong arms wrapping round him as he hid his face away.
"I'm sorry." His voice was very small and sad.
Since all of them cared about him so much they all took a collective sigh, letting the grip of the newest member calm the distraught man. They gave him a little while before Szayel walked over to the pair on the chair, kneeling down to try and catch Ichigo's eye. "If you were really sorry, you'd let me make you something to eat."
Ichigo just nodded, not moving until a plate of roasted cheese on toast appeared in front of him and his human chair. Ichigo just sat up, still seated on Grimmjow and munched on his toast, taking tiny bites but finishing the two slices, mainly due to the concentrated gaze from the rest of the room.
Grimmjow checked his tie in the mirror one more time before heading out, not wanting to embarrass himself in the slightest. The plan of the day was to keep Ichigo's stress level at a minimum. His body was recovered from the pneumonia but he had a natural weakness and raised stress would only make it worse. They were due at the court room at ten am, and hour and a quarter from now and they had to leave in twenty minutes. A light knock at the door made him rush the last steps towards the portal, opening the door as his hand came to the knob. Nnoitra stoop on the other side, the tall slave looking very fine in his grey suit with black on black shirt and tie as he leaned on the door way. He allowed his eyes to travel over the blue haired man's body really slowly, purposely trying to embarrass the man before meeting his eyes with his one slightly lidded, letting the other know he still wanted him.
"Yeah, you look hot too, but you know fine well we don't have time." Grimmjow pushed the man out of the way, heading for the staircase.
"You don't know how fast I can be though. And it's not like it's as messy for us as it is for you and Starrk? It's a great stress reliever you know?"
Grimmjow left Nnoitra on the top landing, knowing the other slave was just winding him up, not that he'd not go for it if Grimmjow suggested it. He was still unsure as to what was happening with his love life. He knew Ichigo was for him, but as soon as Starrk said he was basically taking a step back, it had hurt, and he knew he'd have to sit down with both men and figure out the best way forward.
His fantasies were centred round him with them both, but being open enough to welcome Nnoitra into their bed at times. He knew Szayel was active with the others, but he'd never had a spark with him. He was sure if he saw the pink haired man getting fucked by Nnoitra, something would spark however.
He could picture himself taking Starrk, and Ichigo and possibly Ichigo with Starrk. Maybe Nnoitra taking him, while he took Ichigo or Starrk. There were so many combinations it had to be amazing.
He came to the entrance, the door opening as he'd crossed the room revealing the head slave and the Count, both wet from the rain outside. The Count greeted the blue haired slave, complemented him on his outfit before disappearing into the drawing room with Starrk, the brunette giving Grimmjow a look before he entered to say that he agreed with the Count. The heat in the other's eyes made Grimmjow realise he was turned on, the thoughts going through his head a moment ago to blame.
Szayel and Nnoitra appeared, waiting in the hall with Grimmjow, Szayel not dressed for court as he wasn't going. Only the three others were going with the two nobles, the rest having to stay home but Szayel had wanted to see the master off.
Ichigo eventually made an appearance, dressed in all black. The shirt and tie almost seemed part of the jacket, the colour being such a perfect match and the only hint of light was the silver cufflinks and matching tie pin and of course his hair, now trimmed neatly as he liked it but left naturally spiky.
Grimmjow had a haircut too, and they'd gone for clipping his sides a bit shorter and leaving the top longer, to fall as it did naturally. It seemed like it belonged on him and was universally liked.
The group left the house, splitting between the town car and the Mercedes before jetting off to the court house which was in town thankfully. They got parked in the preferential parking at the court, both cars next to each other and the group left the rainy weather to enter the marble entrance of the court room. Even Ichigo was standing with his head turned up, staring at the magnificent ceiling with the intricate carvings surrounding a huge painting, even the thought of lying on your back to paint that high up made him wince in sympathy. Something bumped the young noble, Ichigo tripping forward with the immediate apology for being in the way. The word faltered on his lips as he realised who was walking away, the brown haired noble glancing back to make sure Ichigo had seen him. Nnoitra was standing in his way in a heartbeat, not letting him get more than a second of face time. Grimmjow was a step behind him, hating the fact he couldn't touch his not yet lover. As Aizen was ushered away, his legal counsel realising what had happened and corralled the man out of the room, he turned to his master, hoping he wasn't panicking and was glad to see not only Gin there for him, but Kisuke had arrived as well, each man taking a side of the distraught noble. Ichigo on the other hand looked furious, surprising Grimmjow, the noble's usual frown pressed deeper and his lips thin as they were pressed to each other. It seemed for a moment that the other nobles were actually holding him back, rather than holding him up.
They got their own side room, something the slaves were grateful for. Once Gin had joined the viewing gallery they would be able to relax, and when Ichigo wasn't in giving statements, they could be normal with each other.
The lawyer on the prosecution side was waiting on them in their room, they had met the man twice when he'd come to the house to speak to each of them individually. He'd deemed only Ichigo and Grimmjow would need to speak to court, though the opposition might call the other two, if they felt it necessary. Kisuke was warned similarly but he would have come anyway for support.
The wait was hard. Ichigo had hung his jacket up and lay on one of the benches, closing his eyes to rest as the others milled around in the room. An hour passed before the door opened, Ichigo being asked to enter the court room. He was away for around twenty five minutes, but it felt a lot longer to the ones in the room. He entered again, white as a sheet and trembling, walking straight into Starrk's arms, the older slave being the closest to him at that point. Grimmjow had come up; hesitating as he tried to make sure the noble was alright. Ichigo was clinging to Starrk, who was trying to get the man to transfer his affections but he was stubborn.
"Ichigo, Grimmjow is here." Starrk turned, facing the younger man at the slave.
Ichigo just buried his head in and Starrk held him close, shrugging at Grimmjow, confused at the noble's choice. He was so sure he'd been replaced in Ichigo's affections.
Grimmjow was called out moments later, Ichigo's choice now seeming a wise one. He walked out of the side door, through a narrow corridor before a door at the end opened and he mounted a set of stairs, entering a small wooden booth as directed, a padded plastic chair waiting inside. He had been told he could sit or stand depending on his preference. He chose to stand, making himself look as large and intimidating as he could, narrowing his cold blue eyes.
He was asked to take an oath, which he did before the questions started. It wasn't really hard, him having only the first contact and the first view of his injuries. He answered truthfully, saying what he saw, and how he'd helped the man. The court heard how he'd seen the marks on the man's trousers, even if they'd been washed away as well as the streaks on his master's inner thighs that he'd washed off after the bath. Having to tell the truth, while hiding his master's true lifestyle was difficult but even after being cross examined by Aizen's lawyer, Grimmjow left the court with his head high, sneering over at the man being held in the dock.
Re-entering the room, it seemed like nothing had changed, like he'd only been gone for a moment of so except Ichigo's eyes were closed, and there was a smear of red under his nose, the bleed starting again and having been wiped away. He went straight to him, gently stroking his face as he knelt at the men's side. Starrk reassured him it was only a minor nosebleed and he'd just been too distraught and when he'd calmed down, the nose had stopped. Grimmjow leaned his head on Starrk's arm, feeling the brunette lean his own onto the blue hair and he inhaled the scent of both men, noting it was a very pleasant mix. He fumbled his hand up and gripped Starrk's hand as it held their love, Grimmjow now knowing he wasn't to be a couple with Ichigo, they needed a third.
Iiiiii
The day in court took a lot out of all of them, even if it was mainly sitting around and not doing anything, the tension in the air and the warmth in the room had them all grumpy and sleepy. Ichigo went to head to his room just wanting to fall into his bed but they dragged him to the kitchen, telling in he had to eat.
After a quick think, Ichigo decided he wanted pizza, delivered from a nearby restaurant he loved. As pizza was a universal favourite, the decision pleased everyone. Grimmjow had tried pizza a couple of times, the other slaves having ordered it as well and his favourite had been the spicy one with the hot peppers and spicy meats.
They headed off to the TV room, Tia and Nel joining them and set down to watch a comedy film, Ichigo curling up against Starrk with Grimmjow leaning onto the noble's lap. Ichigo absently ran his fingers through the long blue strands on the top of his head, making Grimmjow want to purr.
The film was about half way through when the food arrived, Grimmjow and Nnoitra going to fetch the boxes. Szayel ran down to the kitchen to fetch bottles of juice, cups and plates for them all and they say around the open boxes on the floor, helping themselves to slices of the greasy food. Ichigo took a peperoni slice and sat cross legged, Nel coming to press against her as she chomped down on her plain cheese slice. The little girl was on her third when Ichigo was still halfway through his first. He'd started picking the slices of meat of his pizza and nibbling on them rather than eating the bread. He glanced up, feeling heated glares and realised everyone was staring at him, and he picked the spice up, taking a big bite out of it, chewing slowly; anything to avoid another lecture. He managed two and a half slices; they were big pizzas, before he cuddled up to one of the big fluffy cushions half watching the film, while he observed his family around him. Little Nel nearly decimated the cheese pizza herself and was dozily sitting, doing her best to stay awake. Tia sat next to her, wiping her face with a napkin before pulling her in to lean against her mother.
Ichigo was joined by Grimmjow, reassuming his previous position in front of Ichigo and Starrk finished up his food before lying behind the noble. They were all pressed quite close together, and Grimmjow felt a hand lie across his body, stroking at his clothes, the thin t-shirt he'd changed into providing a poor barrier to the heat of the hand. The film drew to a close, and Nnoitra put another one on, not having to move thanks to the universal remote powering the on demand film service.
The second film didn't really register on Grimmjow's mind, the feeling of the questing hand more important to him. It travelled under his t-shirt, tracing over the skin on his side before dipping over his abs, outlining each muscle it came to, the warm flat palm lying over his skin and rubbing, blunt nails digging in slightly. The hand travelled up slightly but stopped when it hit the edge of his pecs, smoothing round the curve under them. Dancing down, the naughty fingers ghosted around the rim of his boxers, rubbing over the elastic. A noise grabbed his attention and he glanced over to the other two men in the room, Nnoitra not being nearly as subtle as Ichigo, the tall, black-haired man pulling up Szayel's t-shirt and teasing the pink haired man's nipples. Szayel saw his audience and grinned, though his face looked mildly embarrassed. He leaned over and whispered something in Nnoitra's ear, whatever it was it made the other jerk up, taking his partner with him and they left the room, barely saying a farewell. Now the room was empty to them, Ichigo pulled Grimmjow round till he was lying on his back, Ichigo leaning over him and sealing their mouths with a heated kiss. Grimmjow sank his hands into the wild orange hair, holding the other man close. Starrk ran his hands into both of their hairs, pulling their attention over to him. He pulled Ichigo towards him, stealing a searing kiss before attacking Grimmjow on the floor, pushing him down with his strength, much more than he'd ever use on the younger man. When they broke apart, Ichigo stood, holding out a hand to each of them and the three left the room, heading for the master bedroom.
Once there, Grimmjow was pulled into another hot kiss by the fiery young man, and he pushed Ichigo against the wall, the noble wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Grimmjow groaned into the kiss as their third pressed himself against Grimmjow's back, holding his hips tightly as he pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along the back of his neck. The sensation of being pressed against the two men had him hot and horny, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his groin by rubbing it on the man in front, inadvertently rubbing his ass on the groin behind him. Starrk responded by thrusting his forward slightly, pinning the other two more firmly. Ichigo broke away from the kiss, gasping out as Grimmjow just moved his attentions to his neck.
The noble was a bit breathless but he managed a few words. "Bed, now."
The other two men agreed and the pressure eased, allowing them movement. Grimmjow didn't let go however, deciding to lift the noble, wrapping his long legs around his waist before walking into the bedroom. He dropped Ichigo onto the bed, instantly covering him with his larger frame and sharing another long kiss with him before sitting up. Starrk crawled onto the bed, pulling the blue haired man off the young lord and pulling him into a kiss.
"Sorry folks, but we need a quick pow wow before we start." Starrk placed himself between the other two, feeling he had a shred more self-control; that was unless he watched any more Ichigo/Grimmjow porn then he would certainly lose it. "Ichigo, I need to know that you feel ok with this, and you're not rushing yourself."
Ichigo smirked at him. "I know what I want, but it has far too much clothes on." He held his hands up, preventing Starrk from speaking for a moment. "I know what you mean, but I do want this, and I have waited long enough."
"Right, good." Starrk rewarded his honesty with a quick, but heated kiss. "Next, all of us, are we sure? Is this a one-time deal for me?"
Both other men started to speak at the same time, both heavily denying it. Ichigo couldn't believe his first lover would think he'd want him gone and Grimmjow maintained he wanted both of them.
Starrk had a small flush on his face, and a smirk he couldn't quite get rid of. "Still good." Both of them got a good kiss. "This time, is about Grimm; Ichi, did you know our blue haired Adonis is a virgin?"
Grimm blanched as Ichigo's face snapped to his, the noble's mouth open in genuine shock. "How, why? How old are you?"
Grimmjow frowned at the question, not immediately seeing the relevance. "Twenty six, why?"
"In twenty six years you've never been close to someone, not even for pleasure?"
Grimmjow just shrugged, looking down at the bed sheet, embarrassed with his lack of experience. His face was pulled up by an eager hand, pulling his chin into a sweet kiss, the noble leaning over Starrk's lap to reach him. Grimmjow cupped his face, swallowing a gasp from him. Starrk was not shy at running hands all over his lover, tracing the familiar body under the t-shirt as Ichigo kissed their new lover. He sat back, allowing Starrk to pull his top off, him immediately returning the favour. Starrk hooked his arm around Ichigo, pulling the younger man under him and as the long legs parted, Starrk sank down over him, aligning their groins with practiced ease. Grimmjow sat back for a moment, watching the two men maul each other, Ichigo clutching at Starrk, leaving marks behind him. Starrk was running his hands all over the other, taking more care due to Ichigo's sensitive skin; the noises coming from both of them was making Grimmjow's already excited member, rock solid. He rearranged his legs, trying to relieve some of the discomfort of wearing snug jeans.
His now outstretched legs were grabbed and dragged further onto the bed, Starrk having broken away from Ichigo and turned to him. It was his turn to be pulled under the older man, his strong legs clenching round Starrk's lean body as their erections rubbed against each other under their clothes. Starrk broke away from his mouth, pulling the t-shirt up he transferred his mouth directly to Grimm's left nipple, teeth grazing the little nub as it hardened. Grimmjow arched his back up at the new sensation, his hand sinking into the long brown hair, clenching but not pulling too hard on the strands. Ichigo took his chance to lean over him, delving his tongue into Grimmjow's mouth. He had to break away as Starrk tore the shirt off the blue haired man's body, Grimmjow sitting up for a second to allow it before being slammed down again. His other nipple was graced with the same attention as a wandering hand slunk down his chest, along his muscled stomach before popping the button on his jeans. The zip's noise was hidden by the groan from the man being consumed but he took a breath, eyes opening and his mouth not responding as a large, warm hand wrapped itself around his dick. Ichigo grinned, glancing down to see what the problem was, even though he was pretty sure he knew. Starrk sat up, leaning over the panting man. Ichigo's face was right next to his, both drinking in the other man's lust.
"I am going to suck you off, and then I am going to fuck you. Ichigo's going to watch. After that maybe you can fuck him, if you want."
Grimmjow nodded, unable to say anything as Starrk grinned, dropping a quick kiss on his lips before turning and stealing one from the younger man, his hand sinking into the long hair for a second, holding him close. Starrk crawled backwards, ending up at the Grimmjow's feet before pulling on his jeans, stripping him of his boxers at the same time. Ichigo and Starrk drank in the sight of the man, naked for the first time and flushed with want. His long, powerful legs were sitting akimbo, his long and proud member standing to attention between them, a patch of navy blue hair resting at the base and coating a pair of heavy balls. His upper body was like a dream, every muscle defined, and currently covered in a thin layer of sweat; his face stared back at the other two, drifting between them.
Starrk sank between his legs, reaching up and grasping the thick cock in front of him, stroking it firmly. Both Ichigo and Grimmjow were watching him as he lowered his mouth over the slightly weeping head, swirling his tongue to collect the moisture before taking him in one swoop, sinking right to the hilt without a blink. He was used to deep throating Nnoitra, and he was longer; not as thick at the same time though. Grimmjow writhed, arching off the bed, trying to sink into the sensation at the same time he tried to escape it. Ichigo leaned over him, holding his chest down as he went back in for a kiss. Grimmjow attacked the younger man with his hands, trying not to grasp too hard. He ran his hands down his back, cupping his firm backside above his jeans before squeezing one hand inside to clutch at his skin. Both hands then went to the front, loosening the trousers before pushing them down, exposing more flesh to his wandering hands. Ichigo sat up, stripping himself naked before lying down again. He kept his distance this time, sitting back to watch Starrk; the sight of the dick in his mouth making his own jump. He wrapped his hand around it, slowly stroking himself as he viewed. The precum at the tip was making the ride smooth and he rubbed at his helmet, his fingers feeling rough against the sensitive skin. A large hand ran up his thigh, wrapping itself round his own. He laced his fingers with it, allowing the other to control the strokes. He dropped his own hand away after a moment, leaning back on both arms as Grimmjow jerked him off, the man's larger hand doing an excellent job.
Grimmjow squeezed a bit harder than Ichigo was expecting for a moment, making him cry out, not in pain and he opened his eyes to see Starrk holding Grimmjow's hips down sucking deeply for a moment before he broke away, a big grin on his face. He surged up, capturing the blue haired man in a kiss, the other flinching at first at the taste of himself in the other's mouth but lapping at the tongue as he got used to it. Starrk broke away, sitting up to pull Grimmjow onto his front, lifting the man's hips till he sat on his knees, chest pushed to the bed still.
"This is going to feel strange at first, it shouldn't hurt but it will be a bit weird. I promise you it gets better." Starrk spoke soothingly along Grimmjow's back, lips pressing down on the tanned skin as he worked backwards, ending up kneeling at his rear. He ran his fingers down the side of the small entrance, watching it quiver as he stroked the sensitive skin. He went to stick his fingers into his mouth to moisten them but Ichigo caught his hand, holding the wrist as he licked and sucked at them himself. It made Starrk groan, the feeling of the familiar mouth on him made his dick twitch and Grimmjow responded with his own moan as he watched from his prostate position.
Starrk guided his middle finger down to the little hole, slowly pushing through the strong resistance. He soothingly hushed the man, rubbing at his back with his other hand to try and make him relax. He felt the walls loosen slightly, allowing him to plunge more of his finger in, and start pistoning it. The grip hadn't relaxed much and Starrk started to wonder if maybe Grimmjow was one of the total seme types, who found no pleasure in penetration. Twisting his finger slightly, trying to see if he could find the magic button, he grazed something in Grimmjow that made him jerk, only Starrk's firm hand on his back holding him in place. Starrk turned his finger so he could crook it, rubbing the pad of his finger across the spongy spot. Grimmjow could feel his body sweating and his erection reawakening at the stimulation in his rear. Ichigo lay along the side of him, stroking a hand through his hair as he grinned at the man's wanton face. He allowed his other hand to ghost over the stiff rod between Grimmjow's legs, the man instantly thrusting into his grip to relieve some of the pressure in him. Starrk sank his teeth into the soft flesh of the man's ass cheeks, halting the third thrust midway. Starrk knew what he was feeling, but didn't want him to push back too far and end up hurt on Starrk's fingers. Ichigo's ministrations were helping relax the man and Starrk found himself easing his second, and then his third finger into the man, using their full length to fully prepare him for what was to come. He judged Grimmjow was ready and sat back to remove his own jeans, his dick springing out to smack against his lean stomach.
"Ichi, come help prep me." Starrk sat back, welcoming the orange haired man into his lap. Grimmjow hadn't moved and had an excellent view of not only Ichigo swallowing Starrk's impressive member down, but Ichigo was in a similar position to him, his narrow hips up and his own entrance on display. Grimmjow started to imagine him up behind the other, using first his fingers then himself to bring the other to the same place he was just now.
Starrk hissed, and sank his hand into the spikes on Ichigo's head, his own head dropping back. He pulled the younger man off, a long string of saliva attaching his mouth to Starrk's cock until Starrk pulled him in for a powerful kiss, the younger man clutching at his arms. Starrk grinned wildly at him, laying him back to get comfortable before taking his place again behind Grimmjow. "It's your first time, what do you want, where do you want to be?"
Grimmjow had to take a moment to relearn how to speak. "I don't know, where do you think would be best?"
Starrk was in a quandary, he really wanted to take the man as he was, ass in the air but also didn't want Grimmjow's first time to be about just fucking. He laid across the man's back, one arm wrapped round his abdomen and he pressed a kiss to the centre of Grimmjow's shoulder blades. His dick had drifted between the man's legs and he thrust forward, feeling it rub against the other man's and he moaned into the skin under him. He quickly twisted Grimmjow round, spreading his legs before sinking between them, his dick still against the other.
"Why don't we start here, and see where we end up?" Starrk didn't let Grimmjow say anything before he lined himself up with the prepared entrance and sank in, a bit at a time, swallowing the noises leaving the other's throat. He started to thrust gently once half of him was inside, just using that half to get him used to the large intrusion when Grimmjow raised his legs a bit, changing the position of his hips till Starrk slid home, his balls resting against Grimmjow's ass. Both of them let out loud groans once he was seated, Starrk breaking out in a hot sweat as he trembled, desperate to move and fuck his lover, but not wanting to rush him. Grimmjow was in a similar way, the sensation of the long thick rod inside him was strange, but he wanted more, and he said so, letting the other know it was safe to move. The first thrust was gentle, but they gradually sped up until the sound of flesh striking flesh was loud in the room, second only to the noises leaving the men's mouths. They exchanged messy kisses, Grimmjow desperate for grounding from the sensations attacking him and Starrk needing a distraction from the tight walls around his excited member. He didn't know how long he would last, it was a while since his last session with anyone, and the blue haired man had got him so worked up about fucking him he felt the need to blow.
Glancing over at their third was a mistake, Ichigo leaning so far over to the left; he was basically in a heap as he ran his hand over his dick, his hips thrusting at the same time as he watched them through half lidded eyes. His lean body was flushed and Starrk wished he was closer so he could have joined in more. He looked down to see that Grimmjow was also watching Ichigo, raising his own hips up to meet the thrusts.
Starrk pulled out, pulling the man up with him, exchanging a quick kiss before he pushed him back into his prep position, leaning over him as he re-entered fast and hard, hitting Grimmjow's prostate first time before he started to really fuck him, the blue haired man's language taking a turn for the worst. Grimmjow leaned on his forearms, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him as he felt Starrk's balls impact his own. He could feel his release coming fast but was shocked out of it when he opened his eyes to see Ichigo right in front of him the younger man swooping in for a closed mouth kiss. He lay across in front of Grimmjow, aligning their faces so it was comfortable for them both. With Ichigo's soft hands carding through his hair, directly contrasting with the firm grip on his hips and the relentless pounding In his backside Grimmjow felt himself at his end, breaking away from Ichigo's lips to bury his head on the other's chest as he felt himself release, Starrk's hand gripping at his member just in time to help him ease over it. Starrk dropped to lie over his back, his hips not easing their speed but the tightness around him was sucking his dick too much. He seated himself fully, unable to ease up even a bit as he emptied himself deep inside the other man.
He took a breath before peppering his lips over the exposed back under him, rubbing his hands up the sides of the body, tracing the muscles as he felt the chest under him struggling to return to normal breathing too.
"Fuck that was amazing." Starrk pulled out gently, rubbing a hand over the reddened skin as he flopped to the side, pulling the man down with him to spoon on their sides. "Grimm?" He was a bit worried about the lack of response from the other man.
"Ask me again later, can't think right now." Grimmjow twisted, pulling the man in for a searing kiss, trying to say what he couldn't yet utter.
"Yeah I love you too babe." Starrk just pulled the man closer, enjoying the feel of the hot skin against his.
"Oh hell no, are you pair just going to fall asleep now?" Ichigo was only half joking as he sat watching them. Yeah it was lovely seeing them entwined and comfortable, but the raging hard on between his legs wasn't relenting.
Starrk sat up a bit, eyes hooded as he looked over at the younger man. "Well Grimm, you got anything left? Or is poor Ichi going to have to get to know his hand again?"
Grimmjow ran his tongue over his lips, wanting to jump the noble, all feelings of tiredness retreating as he raked his gaze over the thick full cock bending gracefully towards the toned stomach. Both men started to move at the same time, surrounding the neglected lover, Grimmjow taking the front and Starrk at the back to attack the pale skin, even the lightest love bites leaving marks but no one cared; the man in the middle least so. He let out the most delicious noises as he clutched at Grimmjow's hair, pulling more than he realised but the blue haired man wasn't complaining. He licked and suckled at the rosy nipples, keeping his teeth away on purpose before lowering himself, heading for the weeping head further south. Ichigo was lifted off the bed and onto Starrk's lap, the older man using his own long legs to part Ichigo's, allowing Grimmjow to sink into place easier. Starrk raised Ichigo's arms, hooking them round his own neck before running his hands over the exposed body on him, his dick hardening at the sight. Ichigo was so vulnerable, totally displayed for them both to see, Grimmjow still drinking in the view before swallowing the cock in front of him.
He was slightly nervous, having only ever received one blow job in his life he wasn't sure of what to do and both Starrk and Ichigo realised this. Starrk relieved the pressure on Ichigo's arms, and they both went to touch their third, reassuring him.
"Just try and see how it feels, you will enjoy it. Don't go too far though; Ichi is shaped wrong for deep throating this way. I'll show you how later ok?"
Grimmjow nodded, eyes only for the blood filled helmet in front of him. Steeling himself, he swept his tongue out and tasted it, running his tongue down the length. Finding it only strange, and not unpleasant, Grimmjow swallowed him down, bobbing his head like he'd seen Starrk do to him. He felt Ichigo move with him, and figured he must be doing something right.
"Let your cheeks hollow out as you pull up, it'll create suction."
Grimmjow followed the tip and heard Ichigo cry out, making him repeat it, faster and harder. His hand moved up and cupped the soft balls under the cock in his mouth, fondling them gently, scratching his blunt finger nails over the sensitive skin. Grimmjow looked up, still sucking, and saw Ichigo's head pressed back on Starrk's shoulder, the brunette looking over his shoulder to watch Grimmjow while holding the younger man firmly against him, his own erection evident under Ichigo, peeking out between his ass cheeks. Grimmjow pulled himself off Ichigo, holding him up while he ran his tongue over the other man's dick before sucking at the sacks, pulling one then the other into his mouth. Starrk's head was now pressed heavily into Ichigo's neck as Grimmjow swirled his tongue over Starrk's bell end, before returning to Ichigo's, taking him as deeply as he could. He could feel what Starrk had meant about Ichi being shaped wrong to go down your throat; he curved up along the roof of Grimmjow's mouth and hit the gag response at the back of his throat each time. A hand in his hair pulled his head off and he released with a pop, sitting back for a moment. Ichigo was breathing heavily, body still exposed fully as he lay in Starrk's arms. It was Starrk that had stopped Grimmjow, and he helped manoeuvre Ichigo, leaning over him and whispering in his ear, both of them gazing wickedly at Grimmjow.
The blue haired man was quickly laid on his back, Ichigo's dick back in his mouth as the younger man straddled his head, resting on all fours before swallowing Grimmjow's own down, having to hold the hips with his hands as he bobbed on it. Grimmjow was doing his best to remember to breathe, with Ichigo's cock now slipping down his throat with ease; and he swallowed around it, making the younger man whine around his own. Starrk came into his view, sitting just behind Grimmjow's head, his throbbing cock being in view as well. Grimmjow wondered whether Starrk was going to take Ichigo himself at first before the older man leaned forwards, running his tongue over Ichigo's entrance, while running one hand through Grimmjow's hair on the side of his head. He looked down into the cerulean eyes, smiling gently. "I'll prepare him for you; I'll show you how another time alright?"
Grimmjow just nodded round Ichigo's dick, watching as Starrk fucked the noble with his tongue, spearing the tight muscle one moment before widening his tongue the next and lapping at it. He worked two fingers into it gradually, still running his tongue around the entrance, making it dripping wet with his spit, one drip running over the tight sacks and down past Grimmjow's mouth, disappearing down his cheek. Grimmjow was mesmerised by the hand fucking Ichigo, the two fingers had grown to four, the pinkie tucked in between the other three. Starrk twisted his wrist, shallowly thrusting in until Ichigo broke his face off Grimmjow's dick, screaming hoarsely as he came, Grimmjow having to deal with the torrent down his throat, spluttering slightly as some of it escaped. Starrk was looking slightly apologetic as he helped Ichigo get off the other man, Grimmjow coughing as he cleared his throat. He went to wipe his face on his arm when Starrk grabbed his chin, lapping the mess he was responsible for away. He ended with a peck to the lips as he grinned at the other man.
Ichigo wasn't shy as he hauled Grimmjow to him, wrapping his arms and legs around the larger man, lying back onto the bed. Grimmjow felt his dick ache as it lay on the man's hot skin, desperate to feel the inside of him. Starrk smoothed Ichigo's legs higher, guiding Grimmjow's hand to his own member then helping him penetrate, taking control of the speed.
Grimmjow just tucked his head, gritting his teeth as the hot, tight tunnel absorbed him. Ichigo moved on him, fucking himself on the thick rod and that brought a response, Grimmjow thrusting forwards instinctually. He sat up, looking down to see himself disappearing and he let out a long moan, thrusts speeding up. Starrk was behind him, one hand on Ichigo's hips to stop them meeting too harshly. Grimmjow could feel the hard dick pressed against his back and the thought of the other re-entering him made him thrust a bit too hard, though Ichigo loved it.
Ichigo did like being taken harshly, the feeling of being utterly dominated turned him on, but he wasn't interested in being tied up or anything; just the pure strength in another's body was enough. And his new lover was so powerful, he could get a handhold in the cords of his arms, the shaped muscles standing out as well as the chords in his neck. Of course he wasn't stupid to know he couldn't take it as hard as he would like, it did feel good when he got it.
"Can you pull him up, onto your knees? I'll help you hold him." Starrk's voice was breathy, his hands all over the others.
Grimmjow sat up, pulling the smaller man into his arms. Ichigo clung to his lover with arms and legs, gasping at the sensations the move was giving him. His head was buried in Grimmjow's neck, his breath moistening the other's skin.
Starrk was behind him again, holding onto the underside of his hips guiding him up and down, aiding Grimmjow with his own strength. He laid his head against Ichigo's, lips nipping at his ear.
"Can you take us both?"
Ichigo moaned at the statement, nodding his head as he raised himself up in the grasps.
Starrk wrapped his arm around Ichigo's torso, grasping his member while guiding himself to the already full entrance with the other hand. He pressed in, feeling the flinch of the younger man at the burn of fullness in him. Grimmjow almost screamed as the second dick slid up beside his own, unable to move as he felt Starrk start to thrust, the rub against him enough to get him going. Starrk stilled, readjusting his grip on the younger man before beginning to raise and lower the younger man over both of them, Grimmjow's arms grasping at his after a moment to aid him. They both stood on their knees, spread out to support the weight as Ichigo was fucked over them. The noble was boneless, cries and whimpers leaving his mouth at each double impact to his prostate. Grimmjow and Starrk's eyes snapped to each other over his shoulder as they felt the muscles surrounding them move, Ichigo wrapping a hand around his back to sink into Starrk's long hair as the other grabbed blue strands before he dropped himself harshly, crying out as he painted Grimmjow's stomach with his release. His body slumped forwards, hands dropping loosely as his internal muscles squeezed the sense out of the other two men. They quickly adopted an alternating rhythm, one entering as the other left, Grimmjow coming first before Starrk followed him, both men feeling the over flow come down their members to drip onto the bed covers. Slumping down, Grimmjow landed on his backside, Ichigo still in his arms and Starrk following. Starrk pulled himself out gently, Grimmjow's softening member making an exit as well, drawing a groan out of the younger man. Ichigo was quickly losing consciousness, the exertions along with the stress of the day having taken its toll and the other two men gently lifted him into the bathroom, cleaning themselves as well as him of all traces of their love making before returning them all to the bedroom. Grimmjow stood holding Ichigo bridal style as Starrk quickly stripped the sheet off the bed and snapped a new fitted one on, smoothing the unsoiled covers back onto the bed and reseating the strewn pillows. Ichigo lay between them, dressed in a pair of his pj bottoms, pressed up against Grimmjow's side with Starrk spooning behind him. Grimmjow's long arm played with the ends of Starrk's hair behind his head while the other one was over Ichigo's hand on his own chest.
Ichigo sighed loudly, a small smile on his face. "I love you both."
Grimmjow looked over at the brunette, seeing the smile on his face made him return it. "I love you too, and you Starrk."
Starrk buried his face into Ichigo's hair, closing his eyes against the tears threatening to fall. He briefly opened them, not speaking but communicating his feeling clearly to Grimmjow anyway before snuggling down in the combined warmth.
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