Broad shoulders melded into an armored chest and abdomen that pulled into a slim waist and pert backside. The tight black leather hugged Grimmjow's muscles in a way that made any looker just ache. Any looker including Ichigo.

"It's a little tight." Grimmjow murmured at Ichigo's stare. Ichigo was speechless and could only nod in agreement Very tight. He thought in appreciation, unable to resist another look-over of biceps, abs, thighs, all attention drawing in that leather. How was it that just a change of clothes could make a man that was already sexy into that…I wanna sink my teeth into him and ride that body 'til tomorrow.

"Well~" Grimmjow smirked and gestured, "get on." And of course there was a bike that matched the panther's ensemble.

"Where did you get that?" Ichigo inquired, tilting his head just slightly to watch Grimmjow lift his leg and straddle the bike like it was made for him.

"I found it." The sexta responded, smirk widening.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, "You stole it, didn't you?!"

"Stole is a strong word, I just borrowed it…permanently." Grimmjow waved his hand off-handedly, and tugged Ichigo by the wrist towards him, "Anyway, get on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" Ichigo asked, but straddled the bike behind his partner anyway.

"Nowhere." The panther said mysteriously and then stroked Ichigo's fingers that linked around his chest, "Hold on tight."

And then they were roaring down the road, wind whipping their hair, and the vibration of the engine rumbling through their bones. Ichigo felt like he was flying, the whiz of scenery, the fresh air. Flying and yet still grounded, secure, tied to Grimmjow by his grip around the sexta. The larger male played with Ichigo's fingers, teasing fingertips and stroking the back of his hand.

"Hey, do something for me." Grimmjow murmured, as they came to a stoplight, hand gripping at Ichigo's thigh, "Slide around."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Do it." Grimmjow's grip was insistant, pulling until the choice was either for Ichigo's ass to slide off the bike and he'd fall off, or for him to just follow instruction- pushing with his right leg while tangling his left around the sexta's waist and circling around so he was face-to-face in Grimmjow's lap. The panther grinned victoriously, revving the bike as the light turned so Ichigo was pushed flush against him, "Now," He purred into the boy's ear, "touch yourself."

"WHAT?"

"Touch yourself for me." His tongue ran over his lip, eyes alight with wickedness. "Or I'll touch you myself and hope we don't crash." He added as if sensing Ichigo's rejection coming. The soul reaper bit his lip, wagering how serious Grimmjow was. But of course, the sexta never bluffed.

"Damn it..." Ichigo whispered to himself, glaring as Grimmjow let out a husky chuckle when he heard him. The honey-eyed boy undid his fly and slowly stroked himself; embarrassed as they passed cars and pedestrians, but apparently that just helped with the arousal as he got hard after the first few strokes. "Now what?!" He growled.

"Now, touch me." The panther instructed, enjoying this far too much. Ichigo bit his lip but obeyed, unzipping Grimmjow's pants and taking him in hand. He was already half-hard and it was easy to bring him all the way to erection. The soul reaper bit back moans as he stroked his partner, rubbing himself against the seat. "Now, both together." He complied, pressing their members together and rubbing, swiping his thumb over their cock-heads and moaning in sync. "Fuck." Grimmjow hissed. Ichigo barely heard him, too focused on the heat that his hands were wrapped around, their slickness and arousal.
The sexta pulled off the road, pulling behind some building that looked closed, and parking the bike.

"Wh-what are you doing now?" Ichigo asked as they stopped, feeling his breath hitch at the predatory look on his partner's face.

"Keep stroking." Grimmjow growled, dragging Ichigo somehow closer to him on the seat and capturing his lips. The reaper obeyed, moaning into his partner's mouth, jerking with a gasp when he felt a hand grip the back of his pants by the waistband. He released their cocks, debating whether to start struggling or if that was too much trouble.

"W-what are you-!" Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's hips forward and pushed his chest back, laying the boy flat on his back over the tank, between the handle bars. The panther then pulled his legs up, toes pointing to the sky, and yanked his pants to his knees, "H-hey!" Ichigo gasped again as the cool air hit his skin and his pants were dragged over his feet and off, "Grimmjow!"

Grimmjow folded one leg over his shoulder and the other under his arm, leaning in close enough that Ichigo could feel his heat there. "Get wet for me." He purred with full pupil eyes, fangs peeking out as he breathed in his partner's scent. The boy watched as Grimmjow liberally licked his fingers and then whined when those slick fingers breached him. Ichigo was still loose from their last time, his body opening up eagerly for stimulation, "Yes, like that. Swallow my fingers."

"Shut u-aaahn!" Ichigo's body spasmed as those fingers sunk deep and teased his pleasure. Grimmjow chuckled, pressing against that spot, rubbing ruthlessly until Ichigo was a wet mess, while still denying him climax, "Big tease!" Ichigo growled, earning another stroke inside that made his body clench up and ache for release. "Nooo~" The boy whined as he was denied orgasm again.

"Do you wanna cum?" Grimmjow asked, sly and deliciously cruel as he spread his fingers inside. Ichigo whimpered, helplessly rolling his hips against Grimmjow, seeking more. "Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it."

Ichigo gave in, "I want it." He whispered, hiding his face behind his hands.

Grimmjow nearly purred as he rubbed his fingers inside again, "You want it bad? Should I," Ichigo felt the shift, the fingers leaving and something much bigger lined against his entrance, "thrust up inside and mess you up?" The reaper flushed, wriggling underneath the bigger male, trapped between the beast and a gas tank. "I could do it over and over..."

"Mm!" The panther slipped inside, just the head, nothing more. More teasing, he was going to make Ichigo beg for it.

Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's hip, stroking his fingers across his hipbone, "Do you want it bad? So much that you can't stand being empty anymore?"

Ichigo caved, he didn't want to, but goddamn it were Grimmjow's words right, "Yes! Yes I want it so bad!" The panther grinned viciously and yanked Ichigo closer without ceremony, penetrating to the hilt with one thrust. The reaper cried out loudly, fireworks spreading through his nerves, lights sparking behind his eyelids. The sexta didn't wait a moment before he was pulling out and then slamming home again. Ichigo's embarrassing sounds echoed into each other, never quite ending when he moaned again. Everything was hot and sticky and the boy wasn't sure if it was too much or not enough, as his orgasms blended together, sometimes so wet and other times only his tight muscles knew he'd come. He gripped the bike's handle bars, riding wave after wave of pleasure.

Grimmjow let out a hiss, body giving a few more short thrusts before going rigid as he came. His fingers dug into Ichigo's hip, no doubt leaving small bruises. He grinned, "Was that good for you?" the panther asked though he clearly knew as he ran his fingers over Ichigo's cum-covered abs and then licked them with a loud slurp.

Ichigo shuddered at the sound, releasing the handle bars and batting at his partner with his hands, "Stop it." Grimmjow in fact did not stop it as he placed a kiss against his partner's leg that was still draped over his shoulder. He nipped Ichigo's flesh, watching the smaller male squirm, "S-stop..." Ichigo hated when the panther flipped like that, going from rough and beastly to so gentle and soft. Little kisses and trailing hands that ran over the boy's skin with easy knowledge of what felt good-the teasing brush against his sex and light touches to his nipples. It drove Ichigo crazy.
He glared at Grimmjow and then rolled his body, tightening all of his muscles, and watching as Grimmjow growled lowly, "Haha." The reaper taunted, gripping Grimmjow's wrists.

The sexta smirked wickedly, leaned over and then sunk his teeth into Ichigo's throat. Ichigo cried out at the taste of pain, switching to a moan when Grimmjow drew back and began thrusting again. Ichigo didn't know what to grab onto as his hands were shaken off of the feline's wrists. He latched around Grimmjow's neck, digging his nails into the larger male's scalp. The panther drove into him, pounding in hard and deep, never relinquishing his bite- he was going to leave a lasting mark. Ichigo was awashed in the mix of hurt and arousal, he didn't even mind that he was folded up- one leg nearly flush with his chest.
Both were soon coming again, the panther finally releasing his bite while letting out a roar that twined with the reaper's cry. Ichigo panted, lying limp, hoping he wouldn't slide off the bike, but hey, they'd stayed on it this long, despite all the fluids- Grimmjow was going to have some serious cleaning up to do.

"Well that was fun." Grimmjow said, slipping out and grinning wide when Ichigo gasped at the sudden emptiness, "Didn't have enough?"

"I'm fine!" The boy bit out, kicking Grimmjow with his leg that wasn't folded up, "Scoot back! And where's my pants?!" Oh god, please tell me he didn't just throw them somewhere...

Grimmjow 'hmm'-ed, glancing around, and then shrugging, "I dunno." Of course he just fucking threw them somewhere.

"Go find them!" Ichigo snapped with another kick to the panther's chest. Grimmjow caught his ankle, his eyes glinting like was probably going to do the exact opposite, "Please?"

The look softened, "Fine." He swung off the bike, leaving Ichigo to almost slip off, catch himself, and still nearly falling on his weak knees. Grimmjow had been watching, so Ichigo send a glare at him, earning a blown kiss and his pants in return. "Take me home."

"Whatever you say."

The End

Happy Birfday my BFF! (you know who you are :P) Sorry its rushed and kinda got away from me O_O But happy bday anyway! LAVAS!