A/N: Ugh I can't with this boys. Have you ever feel so invested in your OTP that you constantly think about them? I think about GrimmIchi, their dynamics is so ASDFAFHAGLKKJF. Enjoy guys!

It was a fucking long day. The night ended and they got a ride home to Ichigo's place. Shinji rented them the same limo as the both of them were a little drunk. Shinji had to stay behind for the press so he sent them off first. The limo driver had offered to send Grimmjow to his own place but the man denied. His reason being he didn't need people near his area to stare at him after getting out of a white Bentley in a damn suit. It was also three in the morning, it would be pretty obvious the people staring wouldn't exactly have good intentions.

Ichigo had also somehow managed to coerce the driver into stopping by a drive-thru. They were starving, they hadn't eaten anything at the event because all they had there were fucking appetizers and the suits they wore weren't worth messing up. In what world was tiny pieces of bread and potato enough for a meal? And the people there were too hesitant to eat anything, being all high class and shit. By the time they got served their food, Ichigo and Grimmjow practically inhaled it the moment they got their hands on the damn burgers.

After devouring two McDonald's burgers each, the driver made his way to Ichigo's place. Now they were finally sated and sleepy. They dragged themselves to Ichigo's apartment. Grimmjow had made his mark on the couch and was laying on it. His legs were too long to actually fit them on the couch so he left them hanging on the edge.

Ichigo, on the other hand, had an itch on his back the whole time he was wearing the suit, so he decided to strip and scratch the damn thing. He wrestled out of his jacket, hung it on the chair and untucked his shirt, he took it off the moment the sleeves were unbuttoned. Finally being able to scratch it, he let out a long moan. Being under the suit the whole day was exhausting and so constrictive. He wondered how women felt after being in a tight dress the whole day, actually that would be worse. He strutted into the room, half-naked, oblivious to the stare he was getting.

It was the middle of the night as he stared out the window. He was just standing there. He couldn't believe his life right then. He had been in the same spot months ago, thinking about the same thing. The circumstances were wholly different and he felt like he couldn't comprehend all of it. How did he become a runaway alcoholic to a somewhat decent man in just a short span of time? It was mind boggling and he had so many people to thank for the opportunities, especially the man outside his room.

Time just stood still for that moment.

"Hey, you okay there?" Grimmjow had walked in, standing at the door of his room. Ichigo immediately whipped out his phone, trying to avoid the conversation by acting somewhat busy on the device. The other man decided to walk around him and stand right across him. Ichigo was still looking down on his phone, actually absorbed at the new emails regarding his work at i.d. Ichigo could physically feel that the man was in front of him but he ignored it.

"I'm busy," Ichigo muttered. The other man, getting no attention, stepped even closer to him. Ichigo could see the man's clothed chest almost touching the other end of his phone. He could feel the man's calm breaths right next to his ear. He had to control himself from falling right into Grimmjow's trap. It was a game that both of them knew how to play.

"You playing with me, Ichigo?" the blue haired man seductively whispered in his ear, rubbing his large warm palm down the span of Ichigo's bared spine. Ichigo was already at a disadvantage since he was already half naked. Ichigo liked this game a lot and he knew his own tricks.

He finally looked up to stare at the taller man, maintaining his expression, he pushed Grimmjow back with a palm on his chest, "No. Grimmjow. Heel."

Ichigo had to hold back his laugh at the end. In the limo, Ichigo brought up the fact that Grimmjow had been acting like his guard dog during the after-party. Ichigo found it hilarious but Grimmjow didn't see it the same way.

"I just don't like the way they look at you," the man defended.

"I'm a model Grimmjow. They have to look at me, it's my job." Ichigo had to let the man know that it was his job to be under everybody's gaze and scrutiny (and certain forms of appreciation).

Grimmjow grabbed the phone he was holing and tossed it across the room. It landed precisely with a thud on his dresser. The man did it without looking at where he threw it. Instead he was deeply staring at his ginger haired partner before him. Ichigo was mesmerized by the man in front of him, he was wearing the same black button up shirt and a pair of dress pants with his hair slicked back. This man was a danger to his heart. The man was slowly nearing him until their chests were finally touching.

The room was noticeably getting hotter which definitely meant that they were a little too close especially since he had his torso bared. He kind of regretted doing it, somehow feeling self-conscious under the other man's stare. For a model to feel self-conscious is an embarrassment. However, the man before him was in fact one of the most handsome men he's ever met so he had the right to feel like he should cover himself up.

Not being able to take the tension anymore, "I, uh, need to get to the drawer to uh… wear something," he stuttered a half-assed excuse to get the hell out but Grimmjow didn't seem to buy that shit. The other man grabbed his upper arm just as Ichigo turned, pulling his smaller body on his larger one, back to chest. Whispering in his ear,

"You didn't seem to feel like covering up just now. In fact, you were pretty fine with stripping down." Ichigo felt the man's hot palms caressing down his neck, pressing on his pecs, sliding down his bare skin. He trailed them down to his crotch, letting his hands stay there, giving a slight squeeze. On his back, he felt the man's crotch on his butt, something particularly hard and large rubbing between his clothed cheeks. Ichigo blushed as he remembered they had a somehow similar occurrence in the gym a few day ago. This time it felt a little less raunchy since they were out of the public eye.

Sex. It's now or never. He had always debated internally when they were going to do it. Ichigo, being somehow a relationship virgin, wanted their first time to be something memorable. The flings he had were usually drunken instances at dingy spots or random motels. Making it worth remembering would mean something special to him. After a long time of waiting, there were no 'special' moments since all of them were special. Ichigo figured fuck it, or more likely fuck me.

Ichigo spun on his heels in the man's embrace and put his arms around the larger man's shoulders. He never liked doing this, it was rare that someone would be that much taller than him but Grimmjow was the exception. Ichigo didn't like his partners to be larger or smaller than him. But the other man always made him feel that he was that much smaller but in reality, Ichigo was the size of an average 170 pound man.

Grimmjow immediately set his hands on the small of Ichigo's back, occasionally sliding it back up.

"You got work tomorrow?" Ichigo just wondered, you know, if the man had to immediately leave after this or...

"Nope, not until next week," the man answered quietly, obviously comfortable with Ichigo rubbing hands on his shoulders and neck.

"Good. Me too."

"That's… good." Grimmjow grunted. The man's blue eyes focused on his lips. Then they immediately closed up the space, their lips meeting in the middle. It was a soft passionate touch until Ichigo decided to mess up the man's hair by raking his fingers in them. Their pace sped up, the kisses got deeper. Ichigo's moans are swallowed by his lips and quickly turn into a shameless groan. Ichi is young and eager, and incredibly responsive to even the slightest touches, and that makes it all that much easier. When his lips fell open Grimmjow took the opportunity to lick into his mouth and run his tongue along his teeth, letting himself enjoy the warm-slick slide of tongues against each other. Every time Ichigo opened his mouth and Grimmjow delved in with his tongue. Ichigo forced the man's head a little slanted to get a good angle and Grimmjow growled. Everything was steaming up real good.

Ichigo was pleasantly surprised when the man's palms slid down to his clothed rump, giving a good squeeze and massaging it a little. They were exploring each other's bodies through touch. Not yet being able to feel actual skin, and it made them impatient.

Grimmjow's hands slid down his pants, this time underneath his boxer-briefs to get a good feel of his bare cheeks. Ichigo was panting by then. Grimmjow's lips made its way down to his neck and shoulder, nipping and kissing, leaving red splotches all over Ichigo's skin. It would leave marks but he was on break, nobody was going to see it. It'll heal anyway. The other man squeezed and his rubbed his two ass cheeks together, relishing the soft yet hard suppleness of them. The man's nimble fingers finally reached the treasure in the middle while still maintaining the intense lip locking. Ichigo stopped breathing for a few seconds as Grimmjow's fingers teased his pucker. He wasn't going inside but he kept pulling the skin there and even the rim, it was a needy call for it to open up for him.

Ichigo thanked the lord that he had actually did a major body clean up yesterday just because he felt like it. He made sure to clean all the extra good areas with more care and deliberation. He didn't expect anything to happen that day but now that he was going to have to get dirty, he was really glad he did.

Ichigo pulled his face away when Grimmjow decidedly wanted to test the waters by pushing the first segment of his finger in.

"Mmhh, bed." Ichigo had apparently lost his sense of words so Grimmjow just nodded. The man undid his buttons as quickly as humanly possible and shed his clothes like he was on fucking fire. Ichigo just had to pull off his pants and his dress shoes, he left his boxer-briefs on. Grimmjow on the other hand bared himself, naked as the day he was born.

Every single time Ichigo saw Grimmjow naked, something sent shivers down his spine and his stomach lurched a little. The man's physique was perfect for the eyes, tanned skin, bulging muscles. Not too big like a bodybuilder and not too small. They were firm and fluid atop his long limbs and wide shoulders. Grimmjow's arms were ludicrously thick compared to his, and it was all muscle. The V of his back made him look like a superhero, his hero.

Ichigo had a good, athletic body too. Ichigo's was textbook, that's why he was a model. He had muscle definition but not too much. He wasn't as bulky as Grimmjow but he still had a toned body to be envied.

Ichigo's eyes could only widen as he saw Grimmjow's package. And it's not even fully erect. The man's penis was definitely porn star worthy. His shaft stood about the same size as Ichigo's dildo, a little under 9 inches. However, the dildo sure as hell didn't live up to Grimmjow's girth. The man was thick, roughly the size of those red bull cans. His penis solidly standing up by then, atop the dark blue black curls, also known as his pubes, and with heavy sack.

Ichigo had a basic one in comparison. It was around the same length but it's not even close to the size of Grimmjow's when it's hard. The other man's was more veiny and uncut. His was circumcised and clean, both just like their owners.

Ichigo hadn't pulled down his briefs yet. Grimmjow didn't seem to ask because he just grabbed Ichigo and took it off for him. Ichigo couldn't even react at how fast Grimmjow lifted him up and threw him on the bed, taking off the black underwear.

"Fuck. You look so good." The man crawled between his legs, kissing up his thighs hips chest and eventually his lips. Ichigo's own hands ran wild on the other man's body. Feeling up every single scar and tattoo, tracing the welts from all the different wounds and the contrasting plastic smoothness of the designs. It was a different texture from his own smooth unmarred skin. Grimmjow was satisfied with the roaming hands on his body, allowing it to move whilst he devour the owner below him. He was kissing down Ichigo's neck, shoulders. Kissing went to nipping and biting. Most probably because he wanted Ichigo to make more noise in bed. Ichigo had the luck to be living in a soundproofed apartment, thanks to Yoruichi, and now he understood why she made the whole block sound proof.

"Ah, grimmjow! Hurry up," Grimmjow growled and moved onto kiss down his body - his abs, and his hips, his waist. Grimmjow being the tease he was known for being, wouldn't come close to his penis. Ichigo was getting impatient and grabbed on Grimmjow's hair.

"Grimm-FUCK!" Grimmjow went on and sucked his shaft without any warning. He took it all in, circling his own lips onto the man's cock. Ichigo's eyes were practically rolled back because he was getting the best blowjob of his life. The man licked up and down, then sucked it all down, he used his hands to rub the base. He sucked the tip and Ichigo couldn't help but bodily flinch at the sensation. The man's fingers played with his sack and his perineum, playing with the sensitive skin there. Ichigo was going to come undone by this man. Feeling the ultimate pleasure, he hadn't noticed the man slowly sliding a dry finger inside. There was a slight burning sensation but it wasn't too much since he had done it himself before. The man kept on sucking his dick, relishing Ichigo's reactions. He was practically fucking his face onto Ichigo's dick, he held Ichigo's hips down as Ichigo gasped and moaned under his ministrations.

Ichigo had to find something to grab on and decided to hold on Grimmjow's hair, his legs pinned down so that he wouldn't accidentally kick the man. It was dark and all he could see was from the moonlight and streetlights from the window.

"Grimmjow, I'm gonna," Grimmjow's finger bent a little on that spot and Ichigo's world painted white. He had luckily chosen to grip the wooden headboard for dear life as he orgasmed. His body still hyper-sensitive and jittered a little in aftershock. He hadn't come like that since years ago when he just discovered prostate stimulation. It was as if he was getting the first experience of real sex. Taking a few seconds to calm his breathing, he hadn't remembered that he had actually came in Grimmjow's mouth.

"Oh shit, I'm so-" just as he intended to apologize, the man flipped him over with the strong grip under the back of his knees. He was on his all fours, he didn't like the way he couldn't see Grimmjow's face.

Grimmjow

"Grimmjow I'm gonna-," the orange haired lover came into his mouth, the liquid spurting in a single shot onto his tongue. He rubbed and squeeze the base, squeezing out the remaining. Grimmjow smirked at the aftershocks the man had from his blowjob. Keeping the come in his mouth, he flipped him over. It was a bitter taste but he didn't want to spit it out, intending it for another purpose. He heard Ichigo splutter as he was being flipped over.

As he saw the 2 globes of pale felsh, he nearly let the come drip out. Seeing the supple cheeks bare was like seeing god for the first time. He had seen it in all different forms bur seeing it naked was a sight to behold. Grimmjow had to admit that Ichigo was a little skinny for his taste but his bottom was outstanding. He was distinctly muscular but not too much. Not too frail, either, so Grimmjow won't need to be too gentle. It would be a hassle if he needed to treat Ichigo as if he was a woman. Mmmm, that ass. It was a round bubble butt with the two dimples, all covered in soft skin. Grimmjow yearned to be inside those cheeks and now he was going to get it.

He kneeled on the bed this time, his face just nicely at the man's bottom. As he flipped the man, he heard him saying something on the lines of "Grimmjow, just do it, why are you even-?"

He wanted what was in front of him. He grabbed a cheek in his hand and pulled it apart, seeing the pucker that he would soon indulge in. He pulled it far enough till it was open and he put his mouth on it, letting the come slide inside. He could hear Ichigo wailing, "Ohh God…"

Seeing how the kid grabbed the bedsheets in arousal, he knew he was being a little cruel but that was what the kids gonna get if he kept teasing him. Furthermore, that's the benefit of sexing up a man, they had more tolerance for roughness and pain, not like women. He preferred the long muscly body compared to the soft squishy texture of the other. After doing both for a long time, he knew what he liked and Ichigo met those requirements in many aspects, many.

He focused on the task before him, getting the man loose for his dick. He knew the kid had been playing with his ass a lot, the pucker wasn't too tight but he had to make sure. Putting his lips on the pucker, he kissed it, he licked it, and he sucked it. He let his tongue fuck the man and he slowly put his finger all the way inside. It was a little brutal to be doing that while the ginger was still coming down from the aftershocks of his last orgasm. Too bad, Grimmjow's patience was wearing thin. As one finger was let in, he pushed in another. And another. He counted how many times he thrusted in, and then he would pull it out. As it increased, the grunts turned into moans and the sphincter started to relax. His own dick was leaking precome like a loose tap.

He hadn't masturbated for weeks, holding off for this moment and because he had no time. It was hard not to but he wanted to really feel it inside Ichigo.

The kid had really meant something to him within the past few weeks. Ichigo's life had easily intertwined with his and it was a little scary how comfortable it felt to live with another person on his mind all the time, except himself and his sister. They understood each other effortlessly and Grimmjow was appreciative of that. All the girlfriends he had grew too clingy too fast, always wanting something from him with nothing to give in return. It pissed him off like crazy but Ichigo never once made him feel that. And that's why he was going to make Ichigo feel all his love.

He had wrapped his own hand around his dick, giving it some appeasement before it came to the grand prize. Ichigo had been moaning loudly, he could sense it wasn't on purpose and Grimmjow loved every little sound he made. All the choked breaths, the little 'unh's and 'ah's got him fired up. He wanted to hear more. Even then he had to practice a little more self-control if he was going to make sex good for the both of them. He had to make the kid loose enough. It was a near impossible task to control himself while thrusting his fingers into the pucker. it kept pulling and sucking him in. He breathed in tandem like how he does whenever he goes for long runs, just to keep it together.

"UGH FUCK GRIMMJOW JUST FUCKING SHOVE IT IN!" Ichigo had practically pushed his own ass on his fingers. Grimmjow just growled loudly and pushed his body forward. This kids gonna send me to hell. He had reached out to grab the lube in the man's dresser, at the same time getting some friction for his penis in between the cheek letting the tip catch on the rim, a prelude of what's to come.

The shade of pink made his mouth water. He wanted to give it a taste again, and so he did. Ichigo seemed to be surprised and positively loved it afterwards. He parted the cheeks, delving into the pucker. Kissing it thoroughly, he licked it a few times. He gave the flesh some loving bites as well, loving the reddening of the skin where it was bit. The entrance had a bitter taste from Ichigo's come but it was all good. When he shoved his tongue inside, Ichigo tensed. Slowly, the hole gave way, letting Grimmjow in deeper. Grimmjow finally got down to business, his penis just as red and frustrated as he was.

The hole was already lubed liberally with Ichigo's come and his saliva, but it's not as if it'll be worse with more lube, the more the merrier right. He put some in, shoving his fingers deep, getting it all wet. The pucker was more used, staying a little open from his ministrations. It was a green light. Ichigo was pretty much a slave to the pleasure, panting and moaning as Grimmjow did what he had to do. He put some lube on his own dick and it was time to get the show on the road. The kid had been vocal at every single thing he's done. He wondered whether the walls were soundproof, hearing how the kid wasn't even trying to keep quiet, he already knew the answer.

He grinded his rod in between the cheeks first and the he pushed in, slowly inch by inch. He had the tip in when, "Wait, I wanna see your face." Ichigo groaned.

Snapping out of his own reverie, "Shit, I need a condom too."

The orange haired man already turned, spreading his legs wide for Grimmjow to settle in between. His hair was in a disarray and his upper half of the body red from all the heavy breathing and panting. Ichigo's body was already marked with multitude of bites and hickies. His lips were still swollen and a little bruised from their kisses. Grimmjow outright groaned at the sight before him.

Again, he immediately reached over the dresser to find the plastic wrappers, he heard the man below him say, "You don't need it. I'm clean. I checked like a month ago. Don't worry, I know you are clean too Grimmjow."

Grimmjow never did like protection but he always had to use it out of necessity and precaution. His partners were usually with people he just met and he intended it to stay that way until he decided to settle down. He did not see the appeal of leaving any traces behind or catch anything. This time, however, he did not even consider much, he just nodded, letting his dick slide in home.

It was still tight, however a little more accommodating to his dick that previously with his fingers. He made sure to check Ichigo's expression. He had leaned down to rest on his elbows next to Ichi's head. Ichigo's face was slightly lower than his but the prefect distance for their lips. Ichigo went mad with his kisses on Grimmjow, he licked Grimmjow's neck, Adam's apple, all the way to his jaw. He didn't even mind the thin layer of stubble that already formed. From where he kept on kissing, Grimmjow could tell Ichigo liked the roughness of the stubble.

Grimmjow thrusted his hips in a slow pistoning motion. Pulling out a little then shoving it back in. Ichigo raked his nails down Grimmjow's back, sending shivers down his spine. The blue haired man took it as a taunt.

He quickened his pace, using the bounciness of the mattress to shove it in harder. Ichigo positively moaned louder, grabbing the headboard as it banged the wall consecutively. Fuck it feels so good. The kid wrapped his legs around him, locking his ankles. It was obvious he was trying to get Grimmjow's dick to that certain angle,

"God Grimmjow, ungh, So good- ah, deeper,"

Grimmjow had to close his eyes to concentrate on giving both of them pleasure. It was harder with Ichigo's moaning in his ear and all the heat around him was beginning to his head.

"Give it- give it to me harder," Shit, that's it.

Grimmjow pulled out suddenly. And ichigo was immediately manhandled back on his fours. He could hear Grimmjow mutter with gritted teeth, "You want it harder? You fucking asked for it."

"SHIT!" Grimmjow just pushed his cock in balls deep this time. He left it inside for a few seconds. Both of them sweating, the moisture in between their skins making the atmosphere even hotter than it ever was.

Ichigo

"You feel that babe? My balls on your ass, I'm all in. And I'm gonna give it," he pulled it out fully again and thrusted, all of it in,

"So make sure you're prepared, all night Ichi, all- " another thrust, "fucking, once more, deeper if it was even possible, "night."

The last thrust had hit his prostate and Ichigo practically hollered. Grimmjow's pace was brutal this time, and he loved it so much. He could feel and hear the man's balls slap on his skin in a staccato, knowing that it was so deep and so good, I'm gonna die.

His brain was legit fried and his penis was leaking precome. He had no control over it. He wanted to jerk it but he was using his arms to balance. His head was already occasionally hitting the headboard and the bed was creaking like mad, banging on the walls like a broken record.

Grimmjow was relentless and his hips were beginning to ache. He couldn't hold his body up on his hands anymore so he slipped down to his elbows. He could hear Grimmjow growling, using the new position to thrust his hips harder. The other man seemed to enjoy the position even better.

Sensing his own release finally, "Grimmjow I'm gonna- I'm"

Some would think the man would slow down, giving his partner the space to bring himself to release, but Grimmjow didn't. Instead the man took this as a cue to lean his own hips slightly downwards, his thighs meeting Ichigo's own, the other man's chest not actually touching Ichigo's back. Grimmjow forced Ichigo to arch his back even more, his legs forcibly spread wider. He saw Grimmjow place both his hands on the headboard, getting a firm grip. That's when he changed the angle of his hips. Knowing the right movement, he pulled back and slammed it back in. Ichigo practically blacked out the moment he did that.

"GRIMM, wait, unh, what are you- , Ah, Ha, ah, I can't!" Ichigo's eyes was blinded white. The new position was a prostate abuser. Something about the angle gave Grimmjow direct access to that pleasure spot and the man did it as if he knew. A few more thrusts and Ichigo was already coming hands-free, only from his ass. His whole body tightened, strained from his orgasm. Again, the normal person would expect his partner to slow down, maybe take a breather. Nope, not Grimmjow, the man just kept on going. Ichigo's brain was literally short-circuiting. It was so brutal and it began to hurt a little from all the pleasure he was getting. It just wouldn't stop.

"Ichigo, shit!" Finally, the man stilled for a second. Ichigo's muscles clenched around his dick from the orgasm but the man didn't come yet. This man had to be a sex god or something to have that sort of control over his penis.

Waiting a short while, the man did the impossible and he went on with the previous insane pace. Ichigo's body was still sensitive from aftershocks, his senses was being abused, his prostate being hit after an orgasm was like a fitted nail being shoved in deeper by a hammer. Pleasure wrecked his body and his eyes began to roll back.

"Unh Grimm, wait, You can't just- shit. unh. Grim- Please," his penis was continuously leaking come, he couldn't control it or really feel anything. The man behind him was a beast, an animal during his mating cycle. He kept giving it to Ichigo, who could do nothing except moan and be a victim to pleasure.

Without realizing, the man suddenly shoved it the deepest it could go. He heard the man shout, more likely a roar. He could hear a little of the headboard wood cracking under the man's grip. At the same time, he felt streams of viscous liquid filling his abused passage. He moaned at the feeling. It was so warm, and it went for longer than usual.

It was weird that he could feel it inside. His ass is most probably sensitive after the pounding of his life. Ichigo could finally take a breath. That's when he felt the man slump down on him, the other man's hands finding his so that their fingers intertwined. Basking in an afterglow of their first time connecting. It was a messy, sweaty affair; so full of passion that they had to always hold back from each other.

"You alright?" Ichigo had the side of his face mashed on the pillow so that he could still breathe even if he couldn't move the rest of his body. He had the fuck of his life. Grimmjow ruined sex for me. That man isn't normal.

"So great right now, pull out, will you? I can't feel my legs." Ichigo replied monotonously because he didn't have any more energy for emotion.

Both of them flinched as Grimmjow pulled out. His hole still hanging and gripping onto it, as it was being removed. As it slipped out, Ichigo could feel a dribble of come leaking down his thighs. A little gross but so worth it.

"How bad is it?" He had to admit that he hadn't had anal sex for a long time, in fact being a bottom was mostly rare. His hole should be in pretty bad condition he would expect. Though it didn't feel that bad, since the preparation that he went through was excruciatingly long.

He could feel a little prodding and pulling of Grimmjow's fingers on his hole. He heard Grimmjow mutter some mix of German and English. Under his breath, he could make out a 'fuck, that's so hot.'

Suddenly two fingers were shoved inside again. Not being able to take it anymore, he quickly grabbed Grimmjow's wrist, stopping it from going to deep. The man fingertips was so close to pushing his prostate and he felt his numb legs jump a little. He was already lying in a pool of his own come, the bed sheets were ruined and he didn't want it to soak even further. That would be a pain in the ass, literally.

"I'm human Grimm. I think I need a break, unlike you." Ichigo made sure to stare into Grimmjow's eyes to plead for mercy.

They stared at each other for a while. Grimmjow had this dazed and tired look. Most probably he did it without thinking.

"I'm sorry." He quickly pulled out his appendages and spooned Ichigo from the back.

"It's a little red and swollen but it's okay. We're okay." They didn't say anything after that since they were knocked out almost immediately.\

Be patient y'all~ Just need to make a few more edits for the next few chapters!