I have a pleasant surprise for all you little, lovely smut lovers ;) Read on and thanks for the reviews on the previous chapter!
Disclaimer; I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.
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Aw boy.
Grimmjow was fucking ecstatic; at the beginning of the night, Ichigo had made love to his purring stomach and finicky mouth with that delicious dinner and now he was going to make love to the orange haired man, as a form of gratitude... And a little bit of personal pleasure. Besides, Grimmjow had neglected his sexual needs for a while, since his mind was solely focused on his former patient.
The blunet parted Ichigo's legs and settled between them. Ichigo was breathing heavily, not uttering a single word but Grimmjow knew that the anticipation was killing him. Such behavior was only normal when an individual lost the sense of sight and the ability to move the limbs, especially the hands.
But let's be honest; Ichigo all tied up and blindfolded was the sexiest sight Grimmjow had ever laid his eyes on. The blunet been contemplating on whether he should wear a tie to their date or not and right now, he was so thankful he did. It came in extra handy, since he used it to immobilize the orange haired man, leaving that toned, sleek torso all to his mercy.
Heh.
Bon appetit me.
Grimmjow slowly ran his finger down Ichigo's chest, up to the man's bellybutton, grinning like the Grinch when Ichigo's breath hitched, the taut muscles of his abdomen quivering under the teasing touch.
Yes, his inner sadist was enjoying this very much, thank you.
As much as he would love to torment the orange haired man some more, he wanted some nice skin-to-skin contact as well. To achieve that, Grimmjow sat up from his heels and hovered above the open, trembling body underneath him, bracing his palms on either side of Ichigo's head. He then scooted a tiny bit closer and with his lips only, he seeked the oranget's ear.
"Ichigo," he murmured huskily over the delicate appendage, loving the way Ichigo's breath caught and accelerated, "Tell me..."
"T-Tell you what?", the other croaked.
Grimmjow gently kissed the ultra sensitive spot behind Ichigo's ear, gaining a very satisfying, muffled moan.
"Tell me what I did to you in your dream."
The orange haired man panted, licked his lips and swallowed a few times before he was able to speak. "You w-were...", he stuttered but tried again, "Y-You were... Touchin' me."
"Touching you?", Grimmjow feigned innocence, running his hand over Ichigo's side, down to the man's hip. Ichigo's back arched dramatically, his eyebrows pulling together in a pleasurable frown.
"Like that?" He liked hearing it. He liked the confirmation of the power he had over the orange head.
Ichigo nodded vigorously, biting his lower lip. "Yeah," he breathed, "B-But... More."
Grimmjow's lips were once again creeping upon the oranget's. He rubbed them together, purposely avoiding Ichigo's nudges to actually indulge in the task, however his hands were on constant move; traveling over tight and strong musculature, fingers capturing tawny nipples and teasing. Grimmjow even sat back on his heels again and spread Ichigo's legs further, throwing one over his shoulder and kissing the sensitive underside, where the thigh met the leg.
The therapist touched and felt the whole length of the miles-long appendage, marveled at how soft Ichigo's skin was, thoroughly enjoying the shuddering, heady breaths coming from the smaller man. It was exhilarating, that ultimate control he had over another person's pleasure. Ichigo's manhood was rock-hard between his legs too, leaking heavily, pulsating with every single one of the oranget's heart beat and that made the Grimmjow's ego swell dramatically.
But he wouldn't touch the man directly just yet; in fact, he was touching everywhere but that oversensitive area, excited to draw more and more of these small, disappointed sounds Ichigo made when his wish wasn't granted.
Truth to be told, Grimmjow was just as hard as Ichigo, since his gentleman's sword was literally throbbing in his pants, the tightness of the fabric smoldering him. Fuck, why was he still wearing clothes to begin with? He had been so absorbed into Ichigo's pleasure he had completely forgotten about the offending articles on him. Therefore, he quickly got rid of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, breathing a sigh of relief once they were off and adding to the existing pile on the floor.
Then, he went back to Ichigo, giving the man some one-on-one with his naked body. Shit, it felt so good, the sensation similar to sinking into a jacuzzi bath; warm, sizzling, causing goosebumps to erupt all over Grimmjow's skin and the lavish, breathy moan the smaller man gave off did nothing to help the situation. In fact, it only made Grimmjow's erection fill in with more blood.
"Ichigo," he whispered, this time supporting himself on his forearms, his body right on top of the orange head's. Ichigo mercilessly tugged on his confines, huffing in frustration.
"Grimm."
"What is it?", the blue haired devil murmured, gently nipping Ichigo's lower lip.
Ichigo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "L-Lemme go."
Grimmjow smirked. "Why?"
"I wanna... I w-wanna touch you."
Grimmjow hummed in satisfaction and thrusted his hips forwards, biting the inside of his cheek in order to kill the moan threatening to escape his throat. Damn, that had felt surprisingly good. Ichigo's mouth fell open but no sound came out, which wasn't what Grimmjow wanted so he intensified the humping movements, accompanying them with a shower of kisses on Ichigo's neck.
Of course the orange haired man was moaning louder now.
"I think," Grimmjow said, his voice coming out all breathy and weak, "I think you're touching me already."
"N-No," the man denied, shaking his head as well, "Not enough."
Grimmjow snickered sadistically. "Don't be greedy, baby."
Before the orange haired man had the chance to complain, Grimmjow captured those parted lips into a kiss and everything died in Ichigo's throat almost instantly. The man was trying to rush, to initiate a deeper kiss though Grimmjow made him understand that they were going with his pace, aka the slow, torturing one.
Grimmjow's head was fuzzy, despite how much he was denying it. He felt intoxicated and weak, unable to keep his eyes open. So, he decided to kiss Ichigo until he got his bearings back which, of course, backfired since the moment their tongues joined the intimate play, something simply... Popped inside Grimmjow's brain. The orange haired man though, had finally gotten the message that everything Grimmjow said goes and he accepted the blunet's prodding tongue, kissing back lazily but ferociously.
After a dozen of open-mouthed kisses, the sensations were all too much. Grimmjow also got extra stimulation from their grinding hips and the orange head's quiet moans, so he pulled away to hide in Ichigo's shoulder for a few moments to catch his breath. However, Ichigo didn't cease the desperate thrusting movements of his hips and the blue haired man had to grip the narrow waist until it bruised to stop it.
"Hang on second," he growled into Ichigo's ear. The other shook his head from side to side.
"No, no! Gimme more, Grimm... Please."
Now, how could he ever resist a request like that?
Taking a deep, calming breath, Grimmjow shifted and began placing chaste little kisses on Ichigo's neck, then went straight to lave at the protruding clavicle before, finally, made Ichigo shift and moan and curse with a passionate assault on the man's chest. Grimmjow couldn't take his eyes off of Ichigo's face, not willing to miss any of the man's expressions.
With a final, hard suck on the oranget's nipple, Grimmjow maneuvered down low, across a quivering belly, briefly messed with Ichigo's bellybutton, thrilled when the other man giggled and wiggled away from the ticklish sensation, and then headed down south, until he was molesting Ichigo's hip bone. He purposely skipped the orange haired man's weeping erection and tongued the sensitive inner thighs. Ichigo had become strong and defined since they first time they met but there still were some spots of pliant muscles on his legs.
So cute.
"G-Grimm," whispered the oranget, his whole body shuddering, "Please..."
Grimmjow stopped his actions and gave the oranget a long, hard stare. Even in a situation like this, Ichigo still surprised him; Grimmjow was a passionate lover, there was no doubt in that, so it was a routine for him to listen to loud moans and groans and desperate pleas. But Ichigo did none of these. Okay, yes, he was asking for more but he wasn't over-zealous with his reactions and that somehow stung Grimmjow's ego. Weren't his ministrations good enough to make the man... More voical?
All his doubts, however, died down the moment his fist closed around the rock hard erection; Ichigo hissed and arched his back, thrusting into Grimmjow's hand erratically, to the point that the blunet had to pin those writhing hips to the mattress.
"Take it easy, baby," he calmly instructed and Ichigo groaned in frustration but calmed down.
Now he was able to work.
Pulling the foreskin taut, Grimmjow spent some time admiring the little masterpiece before his eyes. Luscious red colored, with all the veins angrily bulging out of the skin, Ichigo's manhood was... Beautiful at the very least. Grimmjow's mouth was already salivating and he licked his lips before he pressed them on the head.
"Nhhgh!", was the response he received.
Louder.
He flicked his tongue and dragged it against the sensitive underside.
"Nggaah!"
He smirked saucily, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he was drawing. Without any other hesitation, he popped Ichigo's erection into his mouth, taking it half way in one go.
"Oh my God!"
That's just about right.
Ichigo still wasn't screaming nasty things, however his voice, whenever he either whispered or grunted, was thick and full of lust, enough for desire to build inside Grimmjow, up to blinding levels. The blue haired man slid his eyes closed and bobbed his head, letting the sounds Ichigo made guide him.
"Hah, yes!", was the most usual one.
"Ooh, yeah baby, there! There!", another one. Grimmjow cushioned the thick underside, paying more attention on the head.
"Grimm...! Oh God, Grimmjow!"
Grimmjow deep-throated Ichigo, until his nose buried into soft orange curls, swallowing around the thick length. It didn't hurt that his gag reflex didn't work so well.
Ichigo almost screamed.
"Ah! Fuck," he chuckled once he came down from the initial shock, "Ya don't even have g-gag reflex."
Grimmjow smirked, pulling away then quickly going down again, repeating the same movement over and over rapidly, as if pointing out that indeed, he didn't have a gag reflex.
The oranget laughed breathlessly again. "Yeah, ya don't."
"Hmm."
"A-Ah, shit," Ichigo stuttered as the vibrations from Grimmjow's throat stimulated him further, "Haah, baby... Lemme fuck yer mouth."
Stopping his downfall mid-way, blue eyes slowly opened again and Grimmjow stared at his partner's face. Ichigo was smirking cockily, something that actually surprised Grimmjow and made him think that the sneaky oranget may have planned this all along. It pissed him off that Ichigo was able to outsmart him so easily like that because all the blunet wanted now was to get face-fucked.
"Mhm," he hummed in agreement around the mouthful, already thinking of ways to get back at Ichigo later. He freed the man's hips, loving the way how effortlessly Ichigo's dick slid in and out of his mouth. It was long and thick, hard like bricks but the skin was soft on Grimmjow's tongue.
Ichigo's thrusts sped up and so did his breathing and moans, the audio, along with the slick, lewd smacking sounds from the mouth-to-cock contact, was music to Grimm's ears. Spit was running from the corner of his mouth while he bobbed his head in sync with Ichigo's movements, his ass was throbbing like crazy, his hips ramming into the mattress too, to relieve some of the pressure around his pelvis.
It felt so fucking good, it had started to hurt.
The length in Grimmjow's mouth pulsated and twitched, the writhing hips moving almost erratically now. It only meant one thing.
"F-Fu-aah... Fuck... Fuck, fuck, Grimm I'm...", Ichigo ranted, "Fuck! C-Can I come i-in yer mouth?"
"Mmhm."
As if Ichigo was waiting for the green light and only, as soon as Grimmjow hummed his approval, he... Erupted, his hot come sliding down Grimmjow's throat, hips twitching, a long, loud moan leaving his mouth. Grimmjow assisted his climax, prolonging it, sucking greedily on the vibrating member until none of Ichigo's essence was inside anymore. Collecting some on his tongue, the blunet let the spent erection go and quickly headed up to capture Ichigo's parted lips and share the seed. The orange head whined a little, sucking Grimmjow's tongue before they began kissing passionately again, tongues fighting, teeth colliding, lips making the most lewd sound in the world.
His boxers were abnormally tight. They had to be removed soon.
Grimmjow gingerly pulled out of the kiss and sat on his heels, peeling away the offensive underwear. Fuck, he was rock-hard, so hard that as soon as he freed himself, his dick snapped and bobbed a few times until it was standing proudly between his legs, not giving two shits about the forces of gravity. He touched himself and hissed at the surging pleasure that coursed through his body by such simple touch. Fuck, he was wet too. So fucking wet.
He couldn't take the torture anymore.
"Where's the lube," he rumbled thickly, voice full of accumulated lust. Ichigo's body was attacked by a viscious shudder and the young man made a soft, whimpering sound, manly nonetheless.
"U-Under the bed," he breathed, "In the box."
Although it was the first time Grimmjow had come across someone that stashed his lubrication under the bed, he wasn't in the correct state of mind to entertain the thought. He almost leaped under the bed and grasped a small, wooden box, yanking it open and obtaining the small bottle of thick, clear fluid he found in there, along with two-three condoms that were also inside.
What? Did you expect that he would fuck Ichigo only once?
Heh. That's cute.
Grimmjow quickly opened the lid and poured a satisfying amount of the substance on his hands, slicking up his fingers neatly. Since Ichigo hadn't had sex in ages, Grimmjow would have to be careful with the preparations. In fact, he squirted some of the lube directly onto Ichigo's hole. The orange haired man hissed and yanked on his confines.
"Cold!", he complained.
The blue haired man grinned sadistically and shifted on the bed, his body once again hovering above the smaller one underneath him, his fingers rubbing circles around Ichigo's entrance. The other man was in turn gnawing on his bottom lip, obviously forcing down moan after moan.
Nu-uh. No good enough.
"Relax," Grimmjow whispered above Ichigo's lips, "Lemme hear you." And with that, he initiated another erotic kiss. Once he made sure that the oranget was distracted enough, he pressed one of his fingers inside, slowly, carefully. When Ichigo didn't show any signs of discomfort, he pushed the digit further to the hilt and moved it around. This time, Ichigo abruptly ended the kiss to gasp and breathe, tilting his head to the side and leaving space for Grimmjow to make love to that delicious neck.
The second finger soon followed the first one and so did the third one. By that time, the orange haired man was panting and writhing, fully aroused once again, moaning whenever Grimmjow poked his prostate.
"G-Grimm-jow..."
Grimmjow's vision darkened with lust, his dick screaming profanities.
Yeah. Yeah, I will fuck you.
His mouth left the brown nipple he had been endlessly molesting and Grimmjow slowly pulled his fingers out of Ichigo's body, smiling at the disappointed sound he received. Quickly, he reached out for the condom he had retrieved from the box earlier and tore the plastic container with his teeth. With the corner of his eye, he caught Ichigo grinning like the Cheshire Cat and he couldn't help but mimic the action, even though the orange haired man couldn't see him.
Obviously he wasn't the only one excited about what was going to follow.
Once he finished rolling the latex on his erection, Grimmjow kneed his way between Ichigo's spread legs and brought them apart even further, throwing one of them over his shoulder. Then, he reached for one of the pillows around the headboard, lifted Ichigo's hips, placing the bouncy material under Ichigo's ass. For greater access but he also remembered he had done that in Ichigo's dream.
"You've got pretty good memory," Ichigo rumbled sexily with a teasing smirk, his voice going straight to Grimmjow's aroused man. The blunet grinned and grasped the lube again, pouring lots of it on himself and stroke his erection to spread it all over.
"It's called attention to details, baby," he murmured and aligned between Ichigo's shuddering thighs. He nudged the entrance, not quite entering yet, relishing how Ichigo's hips began shifting against it, before he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Ya ready for me?"
The cocky man chuckled. "I was born ready, babe. Yet, ya keep stallin'."
Grimmjow liked that side of his, he liked it a lot. Ichigo was a walking challenge, always smart-talking and that only made Grimmjow want to fuck his brains out even more.
And that was what he would do. When a challenge was issued, Grimmjow always came on top. This time, he planned on doing it quite literally.
Without anymore patience to tease or torture, Grimmjow slowly pushed himself in, through the tight ring of muscles until he was completely sheathed. The smirk had vanished from his face and so had Ichigo's, both their mouths hanging open and eyebrows marred together in a pleasurable frown.
What the fuuuuuuuck?
The very first sensation was the utter tightness. But then came the warmth and the fucking wetness. Shit, even through the condom, Grimmjow could feel pretty much everything and it was in-fucking-credible. He carefully tilted his hips back and forth, getting Ichigo used to his length but the man adapted faster than he had expected. As always. He was even thrusting back, searching for more friction, more stimulation... More everything, really.
"C'mon Grimm," the oranget urged, "Gimme more, babes."
"Yes sir."
Grimmjow took hold of both long legs, grasping them under the knees and pushing them closer to Ichigo's chest. Then, he started fucking the orange haired man for real, his blue eyes never leaving the face of ultimate pleasure in front of him. Ichigo was getting louder and louder, pulling on his bounds, his abs flexing and stretching more often than not, while Grimmjow pounded him into the mattress. No, there was no building up the rhythm slowly; neither of them had the patience for shit like that anymore.
Sooner or later Grimmjow realized that he was moaning as well. Fuck, he sounded like a fucking wounded animal or rather, like a wounded panther in heat. The grunts and curses escaped his mouth constantly and without his permission, his hips growing mind of their own and ramming into his partner's gorgeous body.
"Shit," he muttered, the coil in his pelvis growing unbearable.
"Fuck yeah."
He let go of Ichigo's legs and leaned in for a kiss that turned passionate and heady within seconds. He was losing his mind, there was no other explanation and Ichigo moaning so lavishly and tilting his hips to meet every single one of Grimmjow's thrusts wasn't helping at all.
"Harder," Ichigo whispered sensually in his ear, "Harder."
Grimmjow growled low in his throat as a response, granting the orange haired man's wish. In fact, he thrusted in so hard the bed creaked and made a loud thud against the wall, however the sound was muffled by the pitch of Ichigo's scream. Once he made sure he was the deepest possible inside his lover, Grimmjow stopped moving his hips for two reasons; first, to slow down the build up of his orgasm and secondly to untie the man's confines. Yeah, he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted Ichigo to touch him, to hug him back, to bruise him or maybe hit him. Shakily, fumbling with the silky cloth, Grimmjow was finally able to remove it and as soon as Ichigo realized that he was free, his hands went straight to Grimmjow's ass, fisting the supple flesh, maneuvering and rocking his pelvis to push Grimmjow's length even further inside.
"Ah, now that's so much better," grinned the oranget. Grimmjow chuckled and shook his head, reaching for the pink blindfold as well and taking it off. Moist brown eyes slid open and blinked many times to grasp their initial focus. Dark brown locked with navy blue, yet none of the to spoke or moved an inch for a while. It was Grimmjow, though, the first one to break the silence.
"I'm sorry but I can't carry on with yer fantasy," said the man, "I wanna see yer face when you come."
Ichigo gave him a dazzling smile and kissed him chastely. "I don't really care," he murmured, "I want to see you come too."
His smile was contagious because Grimmjow soon found himself grinning back. "Alright," he nodded, "Shall I continue?"
A snort, a pair of brown eyes rolling indignantly. "What a pointless question."
Shaking his head and chuckling at the smartass-ly retort he received, Grimmjow picked up from where he had left of, though this time there was some sort of pace build up.
Sort of.
Ichigo's eyes had fallen to half mast, his lips slightly parted, his fingernails digging into Grimmjow's back and scratching mercilessly. Ah, he loved the pain Ichigo caused him. It was a huge turn on for Grimmjow to wake up after a night of great sex with angry red marks on his back. It only meant that he had done his job correctly.
Then after, Grimmjow sat back up on his heels, grasping Ichigo's legs from the ankles and thrusted with back-breaking force. The orange haired man looked as if he had reached nirvana, eyes closed, moaning loudly, one hand touching his chest, the other sneaking its way down to his crotch. Grimmjow watched enthralled as the oranget pleasured himself, all the little faces he made, noticing every bob of Ichigo's Adam's apple or every time the man licked his lips, his own hips picking up pace without him noticing.
It was coming closer and closer however Grimmjow wasn't willing to stop and prolong it like he had done before. He moved briskly, slapping Ichigo's hand away and jerked the orange haired man off in sync with the bruising thrusts. The coil was tightening and tightening...
"I'm comin'," Grimmjow growled, "Fuck... I'm fucking comin'."
"Shit," Ichigo cursed, his eyes now fully open and greedy, "Come for me babes, give to me."
Grimmjow instantly snapped, a groan left his throat, his vision going white for a split of second before he felt the muscles around his erection pulsating vigorously, milking him dry. Ichigo moaned and bursted a few seconds later, streams of unintelligible sounds and curses leaving his mouth as well.
Shit.
Shit...
He was about to pass out.
No, no, no Grimm, get your shit together man, it's not the time to zone out.
Trying to avoid the sporadic darkening of his vision, Grimmjow lowered himself on his lover and hid his face into Ichigo's neck, trying to catch his breath. Ichigo was hugging him close with both arms and legs, not letting go as he as well tried to catch up with the atmospheric oxygen.
"Fuck," he muttered quietly, "That was amazing."
Grimmjow smirked, agreeing more than a hundred percent.
That wasn't sex, people; that was The Apocalypse.
"Tell me about it."
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Grimmjow had finally rolled off him, laying next to him, his breathing heavy and deep. Ichigo on the other hand was trying to register where every single one of his limbs was. He couldn't feel his body, his face, his nose, his fingers... Nothing. He was throbbing from head to toe, especially his ass and dick, his blood tingling and singing in excitement.
What the hell just happened?
Oh right; he had sex with Grimmjow.
Fuck, those past dreams of his had nothing on the actual act. They were a mere nuisance.
Grimmjow had been incredible; he had teased and tortured Ichigo just the right amount, he had literally worshiped Ichigo's body with both hands and mouth, fuck, he had allowed the oranget to come in his mouth... Argh, fuck indeed.
Ichigo rolled on his side, away from his blue haired partner with a stupid, post-coitus grin and closed his eyes. He was tired and already playing between consciousness and sleep.
However, a few minutes later, just when he was about to fall asleep, a hard body fitted right on his back, his eyes popping open when he felt something hot and unmistakably familiar rub against his backside.
Ah, that's right. The five minute rule.
"Why yer running away?", Grimmjow's deep, sultry voice caressed his ear, waking up every cell, every fiber in his body.
"We're nowhere near finished, Ichigo."
Ichigo chuckled under his breath and buried his face in his fluffy pillow.
What has two thumbs and is the luckiest person in the world?
Heh, you tell me.
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How's that? Please review, I wanna know if y'all liked it. Something so wild like this is a first for me.
Thanks for reading,
Queen.