Chapter 2

"What a day!" Ichigo thought as he brushed his teeth. Not only had he been adopted by a kind, cool, rich man, he had been given so many freedoms and liberties that he never dreamed of having.

"This is your home." Grimmjow had said, telling Ichigo that he was free to do as he wished in this massive house so long as he obeyed the rules. They were easy rules to follow, and if he did break them he decided that he would surrender himself completely to any punishment his adoptive father would give him.

He rinsed out the foam from his mouth and went back to his bedroom. He went to his walk-in wardrobe (yes, he had a walk-in wardrobe) to look for some pyjamas to wear. There were some onesies that looked soft and comfy, and some cotton shorts and vests that looked breezy and light. Grimmjow said that he liked to keep the place warm. Ichigo didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty and gross, so he put on the shorts and vest. They were very soft, and he hugged himself to rub the fabric all over his skin.

He felt a stirring in his shorts as he did this, causing him to look down and blush beet-red. He had 'masturbated' for the first time in the bath-tub earlier that day, and after feeling guilty about it, Grimmjow said that it was okay and he was free to do as he wished with his thingy. Still, it was embarrassing to think about. On the other hand, it felt so good when he stroked himself.

Without thinking about it anymore, Ichigo pushed his shorts and undies to his ankles, sat on the floor, and wrapped his fist around his stiff dick. He pumped and pumped, the pink head of his cock peeping out again and again as he repeated the motion with little breaths. He thought of the jolts that sparked through his body when Mr. Grimmjow gently touched him, the warmth and security his embrace gave. It all fuelled the fire in the pit of his gut, burning hotter and hotter until that coil snapped again and-

"AH-ahh-AHHH!" Ichigo let out a breathy yell as that beautiful feeling coursed its way to his fingers and toes. He pumped a few more times, hoping to squeeze a few more drops of electricity out of the feeling.

He let go of himself, panting as his dick went soft again. After a minute of getting his breath back, he righted his clothes and climbed into his bed. Grimmjow said he'd be in to say goodnight soon, but Ichigo wasn't sure he'd be awake for that. His new bed was just too damn comfy. His head sunk into the pillow and the mattress and quilt hugged him like a warm jumper. His eyelids fluttered closed, but just as he was about to let himself drift off, there was a knock.

He looked up, and leaning on the doorframe was Grimmjow, smiling at him, dressed in sweats and a baggy tee. He approached Ichigo's bed. The boy sat up, not wanting to be rude.

"Did you have a good day, Ichi?" He asked, kneeling to his level. The boy nodded vigorously.

"The best day of my life!" He meant it too. The last 24 hours gave him everything he ever dreamt of and then some.

Grimmjow chuckled. "I hope that we will make many "best days of your life" in the future." He then leaned in, lightly pressed his lips against Ichigo's, and whispered in his ear. "Goodnight, son."

Ichigo could only nod in response, pink cheeked and hot under his collar. Grimmjow smiled at him, kissing him one more time, this time on the forehead, before going away, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar.

Ichigo lay down, butterflies fluttering in his chest. That kiss Grimmjow gave him, the small one on the lips, sent sparks through him the same way his cock did when he rubbed it. He wondered if the man felt the same way. Probably not, Ichigo thought, seeing as it looked like it barely phased him.

Just thinking about it made him all hot again. Too hot in fact, so he pulled off his vest and tossed it on the floor, telling himself to pick it up in the morning. But even then, he couldn't stop imagining the feeling another kiss would give him. That one only lasted a couple of seconds, and was very light, barely a brush. He'd seen grown-ups kiss each other very hard on the TV before and imagined what that would feel like. Though Grimmjow probably wouldn't be interested in kissing him like that, he was only a little boy, not a grown-up. As well as that, the men on TV only kissed women, and the things sticking up between his legs meant that he definitely wasn't a woman. But he didn't really mind that, girls were icky after all.

He did try to get to sleep, but he only tossed and turned for about half an hour. His cool glow-in-the-dark clock told him that, showing it to be 10:32. To think, he was seconds away from sleep before Grimmjow came in, and now he was kept up by the mere thought of a small kiss. Just imagining the sensation made his undies tight again.

He sighed, feeling guilty again for wanting to stroke himself for the 3rdtime that day, but he quickly forgot that when his undies were down to his knees and his fist pumping again. With his free hand he clutched the covers and bit his lip, not wanting any sounds to be heard outside the door. Grimmjow was just down the hall after all, and just because he was okay with Ichigo doing this didn't mean he wanted to be part of the specifics.

It took longer for the feeling to build up this time, maybe because it wasn't that long since he did it last, but imagining the kiss again, along with the touches he got while in the bath, sent him over the edge and had him moaning into his pillow.

If nothing else it worked to tire him out again, as in his stupor of pleasure he fell asleep, drifting into pleasant dreams.

When he woke, it took him a moment to remember where he was. Ichigo expected to be back in the dorm, on his bottom bunk with a dozen other boys in the room. But he wasn't there anymore, he was in his own big bedroom, with his own clothes and freedom to do as he pleased. As he sat up he realized he'd kicked off his undies and shorts in his sleep, leaving him naked. He blushed, not really knowing why since the only other person in the house had already seen him naked the day before.

The clock said it was 09:16. Adults were usually up by now, so he pulled his shorts and vest back on and tip-toed out of the room, not wanting to wake Grimmjow just in case he was still asleep. The sound of rattling and sizzling from the kitchen told him otherwise.

He made sure his footsteps were heard as he walked in and was greeted by the man's smile.

"G'mornin Ichi, sleep alright?" That smile made him remember his thoughts the night before. He blushed and nodded.

"V-very well, thank you. An-and you?" He stuttered through his words, not able to look the man in the face at the moment.

"Alright." He shrugged. "Is there anything you'd like to do today?"

Ichigo thought for a moment, forgetting about his embarrassment for a minute and focusing on the many things he'd be able to do now.

"I-I would maybe like to swim." He said, hoping he wasn't asking too much.

"Okay then, I'll get the pool ready after we eat these." Grimmjow said, bringing out a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes. Ichigo salivated at the smell ready to devour the entire plate himself.

After thanking Grimmjow for the delicious breakfast he was told to go brush his teeth while the pool was being prepared.

He did, and when he went downstairs to join Grimmjow the smell of chlorine hit his nose. He kinda liked it though. Grimmjow himself was more impressive, dressed only in a pair of tight swimming-trunks. Ichigo noticed how, well, manly he looked. He looked to be much more of a man than him anyway. Grimmjow smiled at him when he saw him and beckoned him over.

"Are you going to go swimming in that or what, Ichi?" He asked with a smirk.

Ichigo looked down and saw he was still wearing his PJs. "Oh." He blushed. "Are-are there swimming trunks upstairs?"

Grimmjow looked thoughtful for a second. "Ya know what, I think of all the things I bought before you came here, trunks slipped my mind." He laughed. "Those shorts will do fine anyway." He reached down and pulled Ichigo's vest over his head. The boy felt goose-bumps all over his chest, but quickly forgot about them when Grimmjow scooped him up into his arms.

He blushed again but leaned into his chest as they were both submerged in the warm pool water.

"How is it?" Grimmjow asked.

"Really nice." Ichigo said, warming up rather quickly. He pushed away from the man's chest and floated slowly back to the shallower end.

"Can't you swim?"

Ichigo shook his head. "Not very well."

"Hm, then let me teach you."

For at least an hour Grimmjow taught Ichigo to be a better swimmer, promising him a treat if he put his head under the water for 30 seconds. He did it with that motivation, and when asked what the treat would be, Grimmjow said it'd be a surprise.

After a while longer Grimmjow said it was time to finish up, and that they'd go straight into the sauna. Ichigo nodded happily, never having been in one before. When they got out of the pool Grimmjow pressed a button on the wall and the tarp covered it again.

The glass door of the sauna slid open easily. It was a smaller room, with the actual sauna part being a bit lower into the floor. Besides that, there were wooden benches and some sort of stone grill in the middle.

"Alright, stripping time!" Grimmjow declared, standing behind Ichigo and yanking his clingy shorts down to his ankles. He blushed furiously and immediately covered himself. He was made to step out of his wet clothes and turned around to face Grimmjow and saw that the man had stripped himself too, his black trunks in a small wooden basket on the wall. Ichigo's shorts were thrown in there as well.

Ichigo looked away from Grimmjow and kept his hands in place, not wanting to risk his thing getting hard and being seen by the man.

"Ha, you're so cute Ichi, lookin all embarrassed like that." He was scooped up into the man's arms again, this time being balanced on his hip like a toddler as he made steam fill the small room. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, but his hands were forced to hug Grimmjow's side.

When he was put down it was face-down onto one of the wooden benches. He opened his eyes and Grimmjow was lying down next to him, his head resting in his folded arms.

"Just relax and wait a minute Ichi, it'll get really comfortable soon." Ichigo did so, mimicking Grimmjow's position and quickly found his embarrassment ebb away. After a few minutes of silence, Grimmjow spoke again. "Any clue what you'd like for a special treat, Ichi, you can choose whatever you want."

Ichigo contemplated his choices for a minute, knowing full well what he wanted as a treat but was too embarrassed and scared to ask for it.

"An-anything at all?" He asked, barely more than a whisper.

"Anything at all." Grimmjow smiled at him.

"And you won't get mad, will you?"

"Mad? Not at all, Ichi, you can have whatever you have your heart set on."

"O-okay." Ichigo steeled himself, gathering the courage to take what he wanted. "C-can you close your eyes, please?"

Grimmjow chuckled and complied.

Ichigo shuffled closer to the man, moving against his shoulder to get him to move a bit.

"You want to cuddle, is that it, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked with a smile as he turned over onto his back, his arms open as if expecting a hug. Ichigo took advantage of this and crawled onto him, sitting on his stomach, his firm, flat stomach. He put his hands and Grimmjow's chest as he felt the man's arms pull him closer. Then he felt it, his little cock was pointing up now, excited by the thoughts running through Ichigo's mind.

Ichigo leaned forward, placing his lips against Grimmjow's and keeping them there. He was flustered beyond reason, simultaneously excited about what he was doing and scared by what the man's reaction would be. Ichigo wasn't pushed away as he feared. Instead he was pulled closer, one of Grimmjow's hands moving to the back of his neck while the other massaged the small of his back. The lips were as soft as he remembered them from the night before, yet his cock was harder than ever.

A moment later they separated, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Ichigo was red-faced and panting, but Grimmjow was smiling.

"You really liked that treat, didn't you, Ichi?" He asked, glancing down at the boy's hardened member.

He blushed a deeper shade of red but nodded all the same.

"Well, if you ever want that 'treat' again, just ask, okay. You can have it whenever you want."

Ichigo couldn't help but smile as he slid from on top of Grimmjow. Then he saw that it wasn't only his dick that was longer. Grimmjow's was too, but his made Ichigo feel very insecure. Grimmjow's was big, about as long as his forearm and as thick too, if not a little thicker. His hand wandered to his cock of its own accord, and he didn't realize he was stroking himself until Grimmjow's gaze fixed on him. He flushed and took his hand away.

"Don't stop on my account, Ichi. I said you could do that whenever you wanted, remember?"

Ichigo nodded. He did remember, and since he had the man's explicit permission, he didn't hesitate in pumping himself right there in front of him. If anything, the fact that he was there, watching intently as he pleasured himself made the whole thing all the more exciting. His free hand clutched at the bench below him as he pumped even more furiously, letting out every sound that came out through his mouth, every moan and gasp that came with it was heard by the man until eventually…

That coil snapped again and the best feeling so far spread like wildfire through his entire body, all of it helped by Grimmjow's firm stare.

"You're a horny little thing, aren't you, Ichi?" Grimmjow said, moving too swift for Ichigo to see. Before he knew it, he was on his back, with Grimmjow hunched over him, his own cock leaking white droplets onto Ichigo's tummy.

Grimmjow's hands rubbed at his chest, then to his sides, and then to his hips. The man leaned down and pressed his lips against Ichigo's, harder than before. He licked at the boy's bottom lip, begging him to open up. The boy did, and the man's tongue roamed his mouth. When he pulled away Ichigo was even more breathless than before.

"Well ya know what, so am I."

With that Ichigo was flipped over onto his stomach, the man's hands roaming his back before a hand each settled on his butt-cheeks. He blushed, all of this was kinda confusing. Grimmjow had kissed him like the grown-ups in movies do, and now he was touching him all over. The touches excited Ichigo as much as they confused him, even when he felt Grimmjow's teeth bite at his neck and suck, leaving a sore spot behind. He then heard a slopping sound, felt warm drops drip onto his cheeks accompanied by the man's ragged breath. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Grimmjow was stroking himself the same way Ichigo had, but he lasted way longer.

As the minutes passed Ichigo's cock hardened again. He wanted to stroke again but couldn't while he was on his tummy. Hoping Grimmjow wouldn't mind, he went to his knees and reached between his legs, stroking his member again. But he could tell that Grimmjow was almost done, his breathing was getting faster and faster until, with a grunt, he finished, and a warm goop sprayed onto Ichigo's butt.

He would've continued stroking himself but he was startled by a slick and warm feeling sliding between his butt-cheeks. He looked over his shoulder and saw Grimmjow licking at the goop he sprayed onto him. He mewled as his little hole was touched. Never had he thought that such a thing could feel so good, yet here he was, being made harder by the stimulation.

Again, he was moved before he could have a say in it. He was on his back again with his legs pushed to his chest and Grimmjow smiling at him from between his knees.

"This will be a real treat, Ichi." And with that his lips brushed against the head of his cock, his warm breath and tongue sending tremors throughout his young, small body. His fists curled into Grimmjow's hair. It was the only thing he could do with them as the man took the whole thing into his mouth, balls and all. Ichigo moaned and yelled as pleasure like he had never known ricocheted from his cock to the rest of his body. He thrust up to meet Grimmjow's mouth as much as he could, but the man moved faster than he could, and before even half a minute had passed that coil in his gut snapped again, and this time he screamed.

Later, after getting dry and into comfy clothes, the pair were watching TV in the living room, Ichigo seated on Grimmjow's lap with the man's arm around his waist. He was happy to lean into the man's chest, happy to inhale his scent and take in his warmth.

"Did you like what we did in the sauna, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked, loosening his arm a little bit.

Ichigo smiled and nodded. "It felt really great." Then he looked down, fiddling with his fingers. "You really don't mind making me feel good like that, do you? If it's annoying you shouldn't do it anymore!"

Grimmjow chuckled. "Ichi, it feels as good for me as it does for you." He cupped one of Ichigo's cheeks and made him look him in the eye. "You could never ask too much of me, anything you want me to give you, and I'll do my best to give it to you."

Ichigo stopped fiddling and put one of his hands over Grimmjow's. "Then could I maybe have that treat again?" He blushed.

"Which one?" Grimmjow asked with a grin.

"The, the kiss." The boy whispered.

"Of course." Grimmjow leaned in and their lips met again. Ichigo closed his eyes as the man's tongue caressed his own, and as it explored his mouth again. He copied him and began to use his own tongue against Grimmjow's.

One of the man's hands travelled down and went under his tee and settled on his hip. He in turn wrapped his arms around Grimm's neck and pulled them closer. They pulled apart, Ichigo panting and wet-mouthed.

"Ichigo, how many times have you cum since getting here?" The man asked.

"Cum?" He didn't know what that word meant in this context.

Grimmjow smiled. "That great feeling you get when you finish pleasuring yourself, it's called 'cumming'. Do you remember the white stuff that came out of my cock earlier?"

Ichigo nodded, blushing at the thought of Grimmjow licking his butt to get it off.

"That's called 'cum', and when you're a little older you'll shoot it out too."

"Oh, okay." Ichigo nodded, glad to have a proper explanation for these things. "5 then, I've cum 5 times since getting here." He looked down, hoping that wasn't a bad thing.

"Really?" Grimmjow sounded mildly surprised. "The first one in the bath, and the 2 in the sauna. When did the other 2 happen?" His arm tightened around Ichigo's waist again. The boy's face went a deeper red when he thought of explaining. "Don't worry, Ichi, you're not in trouble or anything, I'm just curious."

Ichigo swallowed. "O-okay. The very second time was just before bed, in my wardrobe. The pyjamas were really soft and comfy and…"

"And what?"

"And they reminded me of when you hugged me." He looked away, slightly ashamed.

"Really? Well I have to say, that's nice to hear."

Ichigo looked up, shocked. "Is-is it really?"

The man nodded. "It really, really is. Anyway, continue. There's still one more I don't know about."

"Oh-oh yeah. The next one was after I was in bed, and after you kissed me goodnight. It felt almost as good as 'cumming' so I wasn't able to get to sleep until I did it again." He chuckled to himself. "I was so tired after that I never pulled my undies and shorts up and kicked them off when I was asleep, so I woke up naked."

Grimmjow chuckled as well. "I saw that actually. When I woke up I went to check on you and saw you sprawled out, all butt-naked." To compliment the word, he gently squeezed one of Ichigo's cheeks. "I thought it was just because it was too warm for you, but I prefer this explanation."

Ichigo smiled, happy he wasn't in any trouble for this. He then leaned into the man's chest. All this talk had made him hard all over again, and the man noticed.

"Why don't I take care of that for you, Ichi, as another treat?" Ichigo nodded, happy to let the man do it. "I'll use my hand this time, okay?" Ichigo nodded again, wondering how different it would feel to have a different hand stroke him.

The man started by pulling his tee over his head, then he slipped his shorts and undies from his hips, down to his ankles and off, leaving him completely naked again. "You are the cutest thing I've ever seen." He said as his fingers pinched the base of Ichigo's hard little dick. The boy moaned, his hands fisting the fabric of Grimmjow's shirt while he buried his face into his chest. It didn't take long for the man's firm, rapid strokes to make Ichigo cum. Maybe only a minute, but this time something else happened too. As the boy moaned into Grimmjow, he felt something shoot out of his cock into the man's hand. The man stroked for a good 30 seconds even after he came, making sure he got everything he could out of it.

Dread sank into Ichigo's gut. "Did I just pee on him?" He thought, not willing to look up from his hiding spot.

"Well, well, well Ichi, looks like you've grown up a little." Grimmjow said, not sounding at all like he was just peed on. He peeked down at his cock, and saw Grimmjow's fingers wet with a thin, milky goop.

"Is, is that my cum?" He asked, slight pride welling in the place of dread.

"It is." Grimmjow brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked the substance from his fingers. "But you're still my cute little boy."