Ichigo did not know why he'd allowed himself to be dragged out today, especially to see a fireworks festival that he hadn't been interested in in the first place. Oh wait, yes he knew the reason, the reason was a pushy, aggressive, and stubborn blue-haired jerk who happened to be Ichigo's boyfriend, otherwise known as Grimmjow.
"Stop frowning, you're gonna get wrinkles." Grimmjow poked Ichigo's forehead, repeating, "Wriiiinkles." Emphasizing the word that time.
Ichigo smacked his hand with narrowed eyes, "Shuddap."
"We're going to see fireworks, you can't be grumpy." Grimmjow responded, continuing to pull the soul reaper along.
Ichigo sighed, letting himself be pulled and not arguing. He'd already had that argument anyway and lost, Grimmjow just didn't seem to understand how anyone, namely Ichigo, couldn't be interested in fireworks. Apparently, thinking of the pyrotechnics with anything less than excitement was just impossible. "Where in the hell are we going?" The soul reaper finally demanded as he found that they were getting further and further from places he knew.
"You'll see." And wasn't that just soooo reassuring. He went along anyway, knowing Grimmjow would probably yank off his arm before releasing him if Ichigo tried to pull free. "Ta-dah!" Finally they had reached the mystery destination and the soul reaper hated to admit that he was impressed. It was a hill-top that overlooked the whole town, a place that the teenager hadn't known existed before, "They'll be launching the fireworks from there." Grimmjow indicated with a point, looking the definition of triumphant.
Ichigo quickly stuffed away that impressed feeling, putting back on a frown and crossing his arms, "Great." He rolled his eyes.
"Hmph." Grimmjow frowned himself, that frown then slowly morphed into a wicked little smirk, as he circled the soul reaper, "I guess we can do something else if you really don't want to watch the fireworks." He said suggestively, running a finger down Ichigo's back.
The boy jumped, whipping to look at Grimmjow, "No! I mean, no, it's okay, we can watch the fireworks." The hollow grinned, sitting down on a soft patch of ground and patting the space beside him with a look to Ichigo. With a scowl, the soul reaper sat down, snapping, "Hey!" when the feline wrapped an arm around him and pulled Ichigo closer.
"It's a little chilly, I wouldn't want you to get cold." Grimmjow said with a purr in his tone. Ichigo gave him a glare but said nothing else as the fireworks show began. The lights pierced the skies with bright colors, the sound of popping and cracks echoing. It was very pretty, the shinigami was almost glad he came. Almost, because it started to sprinkle just then, light trickling raindrops dusting both males.
"You've got to be kidding." Ichigo grumbled under his breath, rubbing his arms as the cold seeped in, "Great."
"It is, isn't it?" Grimmjow said, licking a raindrop off of Ichigo's neck, making the soul reaper shiver, "Now I have a reason to warm you up." The panther scooped the boy up, placing Ichigo into his lap, and wrapping his arms around the soul reaper.
"This isn't helping." Ichigo hissed under his breath as he felt Grimmjow's fingers start to explore. Ichigo murmured softly as his nipples were circled by quick fingers, tipping his head back as the hollow's mouth worked kisses across his neck and those fingers travelled downwards. He bit back a gasp as Grimmjow gripped his package. "W-wait."
"You know..." The panther's tone was coy, as he teased through Ichigo's clothes for a moment before making short work of the zipper, and slipping his hand inside, "You always say 'wait' when you want it." His thumb rolled over the boy's slick head making the soul reaper jolt with a short cry, "And you make the sexiest sounds." Grimmjow purred as he pumped Ichigo's growing erection.
"Sh-shut u-aahn!" The boy's back arched as one of Grimmjow's fingers suddenly thrust up into him. He moaned as his hips rolled backward, pushing the finger deeper.
"There hm?" The panther said teasingly as he rubbed one of Ichigo's sweet spots inside and pinched the reaper's nipple. Ichigo could only let out ragged gasps as Grimmjow toyed with his insides and rubbed his nipples. "Say you want it." The sexta commanded, his fingers pressing deep inside, making Ichigo moan loudly, "Say you want ME." Those fingers pulled out, making the reaper whine this time from the feeling of emptiness, "Say it." Grimmjow rubbed his hardness against Ichigo's backside.
"I want it! I want you!" The soul reaper cried out desperately as the panther gave another stroke to Ichigo's shaft, "Grimmjow!"
"Very good." Grimmjow said, lifting his partner up and settling the boy on his erection, "Relax." Ichigo hardly was able to take a breath, only easing his body slightly, before the panther was slamming into home, stirring a breathy moan out of the soul reaper's mouth. The panther let out a lusty growl, grinding deep before wrenching Ichigo back up and plunging back in again.
It wasn't long before Grimmjow had had enough of one position and changed to another; putting Ichigo on his hands and knees and taking him from behind. The orange-haired boy let out blissful cries as he was penetrated over and over, deeper and deeper, Grimmjow's thrusts turning more savage with each turn. The smaller male came once...twice... more...each climax more shattering than the one before, his vision dotting out into whiteness as his body was wrecked with pleasure.
"I can't...anymore..." Ichigo groaned as Grimmjow continued the beastly love-making, despite the fact that his partner's arms had given out long ago and his knees hadn't buckled only because the panther was holding up his back-end with both hands gripping hips.
"You expect me to believe that..." Grimmjow purred a soft whisper in Ichigo's ear, "when you're still leaking here?" One hand gripped the smaller male's sex, causing a half-moan, half-cry to come out. Torture or bliss, Ichigo didn't know anymore. "Give me more." Grimmjow commanded in his shiver-inducing husky-from-sex voice.
More. Such a simple request, and yet the boy's body was quick to submit to it. Not fighting as the panther changed positions again, this time putting him with his back on the wet grass. The cold of the vegetation under him made Grimmjow's inherent heat all more apparent. Ichigo found himself only able to grasp at his partner's shoulders, digging his fingers in while emitting noises that belonged in a porno. The sexta was ruthless in his pace, seeming to enjoy the ability to overwhelm the boy beneath him with sure stamina and yet watching as the soul reaper was able to take more.
Grimmjow was finally at his peak, his motions coming quicker and harder, pistoning so deep that Ichigo could practically feel it ripping him in two. Delicious friction, too much to bear, and then heat covering his insides as the panther came. The feline gave a few more ruts as he filled Ichigo, causing the boy to come one last time himself, before finally coming to a stop.
Ichigo panted, closing his eyes as his sex high started to crash, that feeling of satisfaction and tiredness setting in. He was surprised when his mouth was captured, the sexta giving a few teasing licks against the soul reaper's tongue, and a soft bite on his bottom lip; the smaller male concentrated on the almost soft sensations, unable to respond in his dazed state. Grimmjow purred, a little chuckle in his tone, "Stop frowning, you're gonna get wrinkles." The Shinigami offered a short grunt as response, pulling the sexta closer to stave off the cold that came with the rain that they had made love in. Ichigo could hear Grimmjow make an amused hum from his throat as he blanketed his body over the orange-haired male's, and kissed the boy's forehead, "Wriiiiinkles."
"Oh shuddap." Was all Ichigo murmured in reply, starting to doze off in his pushy, aggressive, and stubborn blue-haired jerk of a boyfriend's arms.
Da End~
Author's Note: Maybe I'm getting back into the swing...? Maybe? So yaaaay!