Ichigo's Treat – Part 1
Halloween. What a wonderful time of year. Ichigo couldn't help but look fondly out at the ghoulishly garbed children parading down the street as the setting sun dusted the sky in haze of pink. The clouds looked like cotton candy. And with the Sakura blossoms falling across the street, it almost looked like the clouds were raining candy down on the children. Though he wasn't sure how much they'd appreciate leaves among their treats.
Ichigo sat down in his office chair, the door ajar just in case someone came knocking into his clinic. A doctor's work was never really done, even on nights like this. Still, he was content with just having his windows wide open, able to look out and see the procession go by. He even had a large bucket of candy bars off to the side in case he got any trick-or-treaters, though not many thought to knock into the local clinic.
Now though, he was struggling to find some paperwork that needed doing. He wanted any excuse to just stay in the clinic on the off chance he got a knocker and was able to surprise them full sized KitKats, Milky Ways and Mars Bars.
The sky had gone dark by the time he felt like just packing it in, and the procession of children was replaced by cackling teens with low-effort, revealing costumes and dubious backpacks filled with things he imagined would have them on his doorstep first thing in the morning.
But then, just as he was about to pack it in and turn off the lights, there was a sharp, five-knock rapping on the front door. Ichigo smirked and picked the bucket up in one arm, still as heavy as when he filled it earlier that evening.
"Hey there," he said as he opened the door. His eyes scanned, expecting a small clutch of masked children all holding up their sacks or pails expectingly. Instead he saw just one, a boy, about seven, with bright blue hair shoddily dyed, crude paint under his eyes, and a pair of cat ears atop his head.
But what stood out most to Ichigo, even though it was quite mundane, was the fact that the boy was wearing an open shirt, his bare chest and stomach exposed to the elements.
"Don't you look fierce, Grimmjow?"
"Trick or treat!" the boy barked up at him, a ravenous smile on his face as he eyed the big bucket of candy under Ichigo's arm. "And fuck yeah I do! I spent all week makin' it, Ichi-sensei!"
Ichigo smiled at the boy. He shouldn't have been shocked to see Grimmjow at his door. If any kid was gonna think to knock for him, it would be Grimmjow. The kid liked to come in himself for a check-up every chance he got. Even if it was for something as simple as a scraped knee.
Ichigo knew why, the boy barely had a home life, and it seemed that Ichigo was the only one, family or teacher, who talked to the kid like he was, well, just a kid. He couldn't say for sure, but he got an inkling that other adults just saw him as a trouble-maker, a boisterous little brat who couldn't sit still.
Ichigo thought different. Well, Grimmjow was all those things, but he was sweet too, and passionate, but no-one ever seemed keen on acknowledging those parts of him.
"C'mon, we talked about using those words, Grimmjow." Ichigo raised an eyebrow and put a hand over the bucket as if to keep it away. The boy's eyes widened and he sputtered an apology with pursed lips, his teal eyes, darting to the ground in light shame.
"It's alright, kid, here." Ichigo took a large handful of candy from his own stash and deposited into Grimmjow's empty pillow-case. "First stop?" The boy shrugged and kicked the ground.
"Didn't feel like goin' anywhere else, it's cold, ya' know." Though Ichigo noted that he didn't seem to be shivering.
"Oh yeah? Wanna come in? I can even give you another check-up if you want." Ichigo carefully laced his words with a casual tenor that couldn't be mistaken as anything more than a medical professional wanting to make sure a child was healthy. Even if no other person was within earshot, it didn't mean he couldn't try and lie to God.
Grimmjow perked up at the notion of going inside. He looked up at the man before him with a bright, wide look and beamed. He liked Ichigo's doctor's office, it seemed like the only place in the whole wide world he could talk and someone would hear him. He may as well not have a voice at home, and at school he wasn't heard unless he was the loudest brat in the room. Here, he didn't have to try so hard.
"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, but quickly sucked his lips in upon realising his slip of the tongue. "Sorry…"
"It's alright," Ichigo chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, which was stiff from the misapplied dye.
Ichigo locked the door after Grimmjow came in, and he dimmed the lights too. He didn't want anyone else to come a-knocking right now, and if they did then they'd better be dying.
"Into the back room as usual," he said as he followed the boy down the hall. Grimmjow knew the way by now. He couldn't help but watch the kid's butt as he walked on, a slight skip in his step as he jostled his barely full sack of candy.
It, perhaps, wasn't the most moral thing to use his authority as a doctor for, someone trusted to mind the health of those around, but Ichigo just couldn't help himself. He'd never felt any kind of bodily attraction to someone until just under a year ago, be they man, woman, boy or girl. Not one person ever got him to feel anything others described as 'sexual attraction'. Even though he knew the intricate ins and outs of how it worked, physically and chemically, he just never had the feeling himself.
That was, at least, until little Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was brought to his little clinic last December. A passer-by had found him by the frozen-over river, a massive lump on his head and a trickle of red dripping down his face. The clinic was just a street over so it seemed like the best choice.
He'd assured the good Samaritan that the boy would be taken care of and eased them away. Ichigo couldn't even remember if they were a man or woman. He did a routine check-up that night, concluded that Grimmjow wasn't even concussed, but insisted on keeping him for as long as possible.
He expected a call from the police at some point during the night, as was typical when a missing persons report was made. It was staggering how many times a missing-person was just in an ER or clinic. But no call came. Grimmjow woke up, very confused and aggressive, but ultimately fine.
He'd also been very hungry and devoured the meal Ichigo had put in front of him so fast he'd gotten a stomach-ache. Ichigo wasn't simple. He put the pieces he had together and concluded that Grimmjow came from a bad, neglectful home. He wasn't homeless, he could tell that from how relatively clean him and his clothes were, but aside from that, he clearly wasn't being looked after.
When he'd sent the kid off that evening, he told him to come back around if he was ever hurt or hungry, and Grimmjow took him up on that offer multiple times. More times than Ichigo liked to think about. But there was a silver lining; with each subsequent visit, he and Grimmjow got closer and closer. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, he should have called child protective services and shown them the pictured of all the bruises Grimmjow had been given. But he didn't.
That is what kept him awake most nights. Not what he was doing, but what he was letting happen to facilitate it. He had no clue what would happen to Grimmjow if he went into the system. He could be sent so far away that they wouldn't see each other again. The notion of that made the man's gut twist and turn. It was selfish, he knew that, but didn't want to lose the one source of this feeling that everybody else swore their lives away for.
"What'll ya check today?" Grimmjow asked as he hoisted himself up onto the patient's bench and swung his legs back and forth. Ichigo eyed his profile, which had filled out healthily since their first meeting.
"A bit of everything, I think." He shrugged off his white coat and rolled up his sleeves. "I think I'll start with your growth, is that okay?"
Grimmjow nodded and shrugged his open shirt off his shoulders. Ichigo took it and folded it over the back of his chair. He eyed the boy's front up and down, his breath hitching slightly in his throat.
It was starting.
"Right," He lay a large hand over the boy's heart and felt it beat for a moment. He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, just letting Grimmjow's warmth spread across his hand and up his arm.
Then he brought his other hand up to the boy's hip and ran it slowly up his side.
"Good, firm, strong," he mumbled, not opening his eyes. Then the hand that was over Grimmjow's heart moved down to his stomach. The boy giggled, setting a flurry of butterflies loose in Ichigo's chest. The man's fingertips then dipped into the waistband of the boy's shorts. Just barely though, not enough to get near that.
Then the hand that went up Grimmjow's side started to trace down the underside of his arm, dipping into the inner-elbow before feeling his forearm. Ichigo wrapped his hand around Grimmjow's much smaller one and pressed his thumb into the kid's palm.
"You're becoming a strong young man, Grimmjow," Ichigo said with a broad smile. He then brought the boy's hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
Grimmjow beamed up at him, not just minding, but adoring the attention he was receiving. No-where else was he ever told he'd end up as anything good. No-where else did anyone touch him as softly or as nicely as Ichigo did.
"I need to check below your waist now. Are you okay with that?" Ichigo asked this question every time but the answer never changed.
"Sure!"
Grimmjow held out his legs one at a time, letting Ichigo pull off his shoes and socks, before hoisting himself up onto the bench and standing up on it.
Ichigo's throat went dry. He'd done this a dozen times before but never got used to it. He repressed the tremble in his hands and looked deep into Grimmjow's oceanic eyes as his dexterous fingers worked open the button and zip of the kid's shorts.
He hooked his thumbs into them and the underwear, white briefs, and help his breath as he slowly drew them down Grimmjow's slim, beautiful legs. First his little member sprang into view, glad to be free from the confines of clothes, stiffened and lengthened from the friendly touches Ichigo had given Grimmjow a moment earlier.
Ichigo took a moment to look the unabashed boy's bare naked body up and down before holding the last of his clothes at his ankles for him to step out of.
"Handsome as ever," Ichigo said, just holding the kid's clothes for a moment while watching him.
"Have I got something on me?" The naked boy asked curiously as he looked down at himself. He turned on the spot, trying to look at his back. Ichigo bit his lip and quickly adjusted the front of his trousers. Grimmjow had stopped with his back facing him, still looking for what Ichigo had apparently been staring at, unaware that it was himself that was the marvel.
"Nothing at all, Grimm, you're perfect." Ichigo set the shorts and underwear aside carelessly before walking right up to him again and placing his hands on his hips. "You're just perfect the way you are." He rested his chin on the crook of the kid's neck as his hands went deftly down the sides of his legs.
"Ichi-sensei?" Grimmjow asked, his hands wringing in front of his chest. "Can I tell you something?"
"Of course, kiddo, you can tell me anything." He nuzzled lightly into the side of the kid's head as his hands started making their way up the backs of his legs. They stopped as they reached the tops of his thighs. Ichigo wanted to wait before getting to that.
"Well, it kinda…I mean I…I've been havin' weird sleeps and dreams, ya know?"
"Oh? What happens in these dreams?" Ichigo had a striking suspicion in the pit of his stomach but wanted to hear the boy explain further before he came to conclusions or, even better, offered help.
"Well, you're there a lot, just givin' me check-ups like normal, but when ya get to my willy, it gets all like this," He looked down at his small, bald, boyish member and poked it. "And then ya keep checkin it with yer hands, and then I wake up all sweaty and stuff. Am I sick?"
Ichigo's throat had almost closed in pure euphoric disbelief. Grimmjow had started having wet dreams about him.
"No," he barely managed, and even then he sounded like he'd gone without water for a month. "No not at all, it's completely normal." Ichigo's hands finally slid up that last little bit, up onto Grimmjow's naked ass.
His cheeks were so soft and pliable, warm and full and still bouncy with boyhood zeal. Ichigo could feel them for hours on end if given half a chance. He didn't know what he'd done in a previous life to deserve this sort of Halloween treat, but he felt like he owed his ancestors some serious worship.
"If you want, I can do what I did in your dreams right now? And show you that it's okay. In fact, it feels really good, better than anything."
"Really?" Grimmjow's delighted little cry filled the small room. His cheeks clenched in Ichigo's hand and his little cock bounced with him in anticipation. "Can you do it now?"
Ichigo didn't say anything, he just continued to grope the naked boy before his hands snaked around to his front. He had only fantasised about this up until now. For hours upon hours he'd touched himself to the idea of doing the same to Grimmjow, of making pleasure surge through his little body, of making him tremble and cry and cum and bringing him to his knees to beg for more.
The copious number of pictures he had of the kid didn't hurt either.
"It might feel weird at first, but if you just bear with it all, it'll be worth it, okay?"
"O-Okay…" Grimmjow sounded a bit confused but not scared. There was an eagerness underlying his tone that Ichigo latched onto as internal justification.
The man's hands delved between the boy's legs, feeling the soft, creamy insides of his thighs before drifting the short distance up to his little package. He pressed a kiss to the crook of Grimmjow's neck as one hand slid further up his hip and over to his little protrusion.
"Brace yourself," Ichigo whispered. He fingers then pinched the base of the boy's small, hot, trembling little cock and gave it its first stroke.
"O-Oh!" Grimmjow moaned, his hands wringing more as he pushed back into Ichigo's chest and bucked into his touch. His little willy felt a way it'd never felt before. It was like there was a tightness in the pit of his stomach, one that his body really liked and wanted more of. He didn't really realise it'd been there up until now, but with the first meaningful touch from Ichigo's fingers, it was unignorable.
"Hehe, you like that?" Ichigo whispered into the boy's ear. He ran his fingers back down to the base of the kid's shaft and then up to the tip again. He had a beautiful, uncut little cock, with a little pink head that disappeared under its hood with every stroke he gave.
Then Ichigo's other hand stopped being idle. It retraced its way back to Grimmjow's ass and felt his cheeks before two fingers slid between that dark crevice and traced their way to the back of the kid's little marbles. Then those fingers pressed up, pushing on a spot that Ichigo knew would make Grimmjow feel a way he never had before.
"Ichi!" The boy cried out, his hands reaching forward and latching onto the man's wrist as he bucked his tiny member into his hand. "Feels! So! Good!" he cheered, his cheeks flushing red, his small body trembling and heaving as it started to approach the brink of its first ever orgasm.
Ichigo quickened his strokes, pumping Grimmjow's cocklet with the fervour he'd address his own with. His pleasured voice was the sweetest music against Ichigo's ears and now that he'd heard this little song, he knew he never needed to listen to anything else again.
"Ah! Ah! AH!" Grimmjow cried out in pure, boyish discovery, his body wracking and clenching and breaking out into a light sweat as he came for the first time, shooting nothing onto Ichigo's fingers.
Grimmjow slumped back onto the man, his breath ragged, his knees knocking, his chest heaving. He looked up over his shoulder and shot the man a toothy grin.
"That was great! Can we do it again?"
"Absolutely, Grimm, but only if you promise to keep a secret between us, okay?" Ichigo help up his pinkie for Grimmjow to accept or deny. The boy accepted, of course, and wrapped his much littler little finger around Ichigo's.
"I promise, or I'll swallow a thousand needles!" the boy declared, standing himself up on the bench, a look of astute seriousness crossing his face.
"Good, now we seal it with a kiss." Ichigo leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Grimmjow's. It was the first time they'd kissed like this, Ichigo had wanted to for a very long time but always thought against it. Now seemed like the right time though, they'd passed a milestone and he wanted to celebrate it with something even Grimmjow couldn't deny as special.
When he pulled back, the kid's cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were wide. Ichigo could tell he was trying to suppress a small smile as he looked down bashfully. He toed the bench and wiggled his hips, his little flaccid member wagging side-to-side. Ichigo's heart almost stopped dead in his chest. He would gladly cast himself into the deepest level of Hell if it ever meant getting to see that again.
And since he'd condemned himself this much, what was a little more?
"Oh, Grimm, do you think they'll miss you at home tonight?"
The boy looked up, the bashful look falling into something more dour.
"Nah, there's no-one there tonight." The kid held his own arms, looking off to the side. Ichigo regretted having to broach this topic but knew that his next words would remedy all.
"Well, in that case, would you like to spend the night here with me?"
That did certainly change Grimmjow's demeanour. The boy looked up at him with wide, bright blue eyes and a face-splitting grin.
"Yeah! For sure!" He bounced on the spot, his cocklet jolting up and down with him. Ichigo steadied him by putting his hands on his hips and pulled him in a bit closer.
"Great, we'll have a lot of fun together."
Ichigo's Treat – Part 2
Ichigo pressed his lips against Grimmjow's as his hands felt and kneaded his milky-white thighs. From his position on the doctor's desk, Grimmjow was entirely open to him, bare and naked and only for his own viewing. All he had on was the man's long white coat draped over his shoulders. His member poked up, trembling and eager, wanting to be seen to as soon as possible.
"Are you sure you don't want to go trick-or-treating?" Ichigo asked, his hands migrating to the boy's hips. "You didn't get much of a chance last year."
"Fuck that, this is way more fun!" Grimmjow said, grinding his cock against the open air. He glanced down and smirked, able to see his doctor's bulge straining his trousers. "Or maybe I'll go out dressed like this, whaddaya think?"
Ichigo's cheeks dusted pink at the thought of Grimmjow walking around outside with naught but an oversized, open coat fluttering in the breeze, his little boner wagging in front of him. It was titillating to be sure, but not something that could become a reality.
"Maybe we should give it a miss for now, Grimmjow, some other time, perhaps." Ichigo's went up and he wrapped his arms around the naked boy. He pulled him close, the coat sliding from his shoulders, and sat him in his lap. "And honestly, I'd rather keep all this to myself."
Grimmjow kissed up against the man's jaw as he rode his hips and ass against his lap. Sure enough, Ichigo's hands slid down to cup his cheeks as their lips met and their tongues danced. Ichigo could easily overtake and dominate if he wanted to, the boy knew that, but he didn't. Ichigo always made sure it was a fair, even exchange, even if his much smaller partner tried his damnedest to overtake him.
It'd been an entire year since the first time Ichigo had made Grimmjow cum, the first time he made him feel those good feelings that the kid quickly got addicted to. Visits once a week turned to visits every other day, and then daily. Then one day Grimmjow was told that he didn't have to go home, that he could live with Ichigo and that his parents wouldn't have anything to say about it. He didn't know why and he didn't care. He didn't have to worry about eating again, or about having somewhere warm to sleep or water drink or a place to wash. Ichigo's home was his too, and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And aside from the occasional spanking, which Grimmjow could admit he'd earned, they'd gotten on like a house on fire. Not only did Ichigo make him feel good, he made Ichigo feel good in turn. He'd been a little shocked the first time he'd made the man cum, he hadn't expected anything to actually come out, even if it was called "cumming".
It'd been a dark, cold, rainy night, shortly after Christmas. He and Ichigo were in the flat above the clinic, lying on the couch in front of the crackling fire, more warmed by each other than the naked flames.
It'd been just some innocent cuddling while watching a film at first, but then Ichigo's hand found itself under Grimmjow's pyjama shirt, massaging his tummy and his chest. This made him tent his bottoms and writhe under the touch. Ichigo has asked him if it was okay for him to touch and Grimmjow responded by telling him to "get the fuck on with it".
At this point, Ichigo had agreed to let Grimmjow curse in the house but doing it outside would get him a mouth-soaping.
And so, Ichigo's fingers traced their way into Grimmjow's pyjama bottoms and stroked his little dick until he was panting and mewling on the spot, culminating in him letting out a series of flushed gasps and falling limp.
He liked it when Ichigo continued to rub his willy even after it'd gone soft, he liked being touched by him in general. But this time, he felt like giving back. It was Christmas after all.
"I wanna do that to you now!" He'd demanded, having wormed from Ichigo's embrace and standing his ground.
"Grimm, you don't have to," Ichigo had started, but Grimmjow interrupted him by pulling his top over his head and pushing his bottoms to his ankles. He knew by this point how to get the mans attention. He grabbed his soft little cock and started to stroke it while turning on the spot, stepping out of his pyjama bottoms as he did. He knew this would make Ichigo's willy hard too, and while he'd seen it both hard and soft before, he'd never seen the man cum and was determined to see it.
"If ya don't let me, then I'm gonna run away naked!" It wasn't the most logical argument, it'd likely just result in him getting a bad cold, but it seemed to work well on Ichigo, who admitted that he'd fantasised about this before.
Then it was Ichigo's turn to strip, and he did so slowly and deliberately, smirking and winking at Grimmjow at just the right moments as to make the kid flush crimson. When the man was naked and his clothes were folded away, he faced the equally naked boy with one hand on his hip, his manhood hard and the tip glistening.
"Are you sure-"
"YES!" Grimmjow pushed Ichigo onto the couch, though he knew the man was letting himself be overpowered, and made him lie down on it. He then climbed on top of him, his back to the man's head, letting him have a good long look at the bare ass he loved to grope so much.
Then it was time for Grimmjow to put his money where his mouth was. Ichigo's cock dwarfed his own several times over. It was thick and hot and firm and veiny, all things his little wiener was nowhere near being. But Ichigo assured him he'd grow up big and strong one day and to not worry.
Grimmjow wrapped one of his little hands around the base of the man's member, barely able to wrap his fingers all the way around, and did so with the other hand closer to the tip. He ran his thumb over the slit, which made Ichigo's breath hitch behind him. He'd smirked, glad to have this much control over the man.
He'd had a good idea what to do, he just needed to move his hands up and down. But while Ichigo had very big hands for his tiny winkle, Grimmjow had very small hands for Ichigo's massive cock. He went slowly at first, worried about hurting the man, but after a moment of little to no reaction, he sped up. That'd gotten him what he wanted. He could feel Ichigo's breathing start to labour under him, his stomach rising and falling with each breath, rocking Grimmjow and making him stiffen all over again.
"Grimmjow, Grimmjow, Grimmjow!" Ichigo had moaned, one large hand tangling itself in the boy's blue locks as he bucked and moaned, thick ropes of hot cum erupting from his pulsing member and splattering all over Grimmjow's front and dripping all over his hands.
He'd been very close to crying, thinking that he'd hurt Ichigo, but was quickly shushed and cooed and hugged, and told everything was okay. Ichigo had explained everything while they were in the bath, and after that he made Grimmjow cum again, this time by touching behind his balls too, not just by rubbing his willy.
Grimmjow got used to sperm very fast, though even Ichigo admitted that he tended to make more than was normal. Grimmjow got his first taste of it about a month when curiosity had gotten the better of him and he put some in his mouth. He'd had his back to Ichigo, so the panting man didn't catch on until a minute later and Grimmjow had already swallowed a good bit of it.
Ichigo had nearly fainted at the sight of cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Another weapon in his cache for him to use when things weren't going his way.
"Suck my dick," Grimmjow demanded when they separated from their kiss this Halloween night.
Ichigo smirked down at him and lifted back up onto the desk. Grimmjow lay back, clasped his hands behind his head and spread his legs, his cocklet pointing towards the ceiling. This wasn't his first time getting sucked, it'd been one of the first things Ichigo did after Grimmjow ate his cum, justifying it by saying that there wasn't much further for them to go at that point.
Ichigo's hands rested on Grimmjow's thighs and pushed them apart as far as they would go. Grimmjow sucked his lips in when he felt warm breaths on his balls, followed by a light kiss. Then he shuddered when he felt Ichigo's hot tongue wet his taint. His little member pulsed tightly when a pair of fingers pinched the base. He looked down and felt his heart nearly burst from his chest when the man pulled back his foreskin and ran his tongue across his pink tip.
"Fuck!" he cursed, clenching his cheeks and bucking his hips.
Ichigo smirked and continued on. He wrapped his lips around the little tip and dipped his head down. He felt the boy tremble under him as he took his few inches into his hot, wet mouth and attacked with his tongue.
"G-G-G-GOD!" Grimmjow shouted again, feeling an unimaginably hot streak of fire shoot from his cockhead to his extremities. His toes curled, his hole clenched, his throat struggled to made a sound. He felt his world rock and his body catch fire as he shot it blank load hard and heavy into Ichigo's mouth. Even though there was nothing to suckle, the man kept at it for a moment until there was nothing left for Grimmjow to feel, and he was left a quivering mess on the doctor's desk.
Ichigo held him in his lap after that, running a hand up and down his back as fingers slid down between his cheeks and pressed against his little hole. Ichigo told him that there was a good spot in there that he'd touch one day, but that he'd have to wait for that.
Grimmjow wondered what on Earth was up there but didn't feel quite brave enough to start exploring. Yet.
Instead, to close off the night, the boy slithered off the man's lap and knelt between his legs. He shot a grin up at Ichigo and pressed his hands against his tenting cock. Ichigo undid his belt and zipper and pulled his member out from its denim prison.
Grimmjow wrapped his hands around the thick, veiny shaft, but instead of stroking it like Ichigo had been expecting, he wrapped his mouth around the tip in a mirror image of what Ichigo had done to him minutes before. The man's breath hitched and he tried to pull back but Grimmjow's hold on his clothes was too strong. He had to sit there as the boy started to work his hands up and down the lower half of his shaft while his mouth went down as much of the cock as it could go.
"God, Grimmjow," Ichigo moaned as his fingers laced through the kid's blue hair.
Grimmjow moaned onto Ichigo's cock, sending vibrations ricocheting through it as he squeezed and pumped the lower half. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking as much as he could, trying to emulate the amazing things the man had done to him so many times before. He could tell he was making progress given how tight his hair was being held.
Grimmjow dared to go a bit deeper. He could feel Ichigo's cockhead brush the back of his throat, so he breathed in and the gagging sensation disappeared. He mewled when he pushed himself to take a bit more, his drool slobbered down the shaft to mess with his fingers, his bare ass wiggled as he psyched himself up to keep going.
"God, Grimm, don't hurt yourself," Ichigo panted, though try as he might, he couldn't find the will to pull the kid off his cock. Too many fantasies were coming to life right that very moment.
Grimmjow decided to ignore that warning and closed his eyes as he sucked another inch into his throat. He felt like that was his limit so he decided to pull back. He breathed hot breaths onto Ichigo's cock as he regained his bearings. He could taste the saltiness of the man's precum on his tongue and was eager to get the full dose.
So, down Grimmjow went, taking as much cock as possible into his mouth before pulling back, and then going down again, then up, then down, then up, then down. Over and over again, getting quicker with each subsequent suck, draining more and more pre from Ichigo with every passing second. Within ten minutes, he was sucking the man off almost as fast as Ichigo had done him.
"Shit, Grimmjow! God, I'm gonna-" Ichigo clenched, his hands tugging harshly on Grimmjow's hair as that coil in his gut the kid had been pulling taught shattered and he started to shoot hot ropes of thick cum down his throat. He continued to spew them as Grimmjow pulled himself off, filling his mouth and coating his face with a thick layer of cum. It didn't help that the whole time, Grimmjow's hands were furiously pumping him, squeezing him for every drop he was worth.
"God, that was amazing, Grimm," Ichigo said between deep breaths. Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at his boy, who was working the cum in his mouth down his throat before scraping his fingers across his cheeks to swallow some more. Ichigo's heart almost gave out at the sight.
He picked Grimmjow up and sat the naked boy in his lap and wrapped his arms around him.
"You sure you don't want to go trick-or-treating?" The man asked, inwardly cooing as he felt Grimmjow nestle against him.
"Nah, this is all the treat I want."
Ichigo's Treat – Part 3
To Be Continued in Chapter 2
