A Sardonic Liaison
An Extra Drabble for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Fornication
Tie-in Chapter(s):
Privacy
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Rating: NC 17 [Wonderful smut
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
Notes: The next couple of chapters in this series are extremely short. They barely fill up half the page. So, in the meantime, here's a chapter devoted to nothing but hot smut. Yay? Yay.
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It hadn't taken them long to find a suitable place to screw (actually, it hadn't take Grimmjow long. Ichigo still opposed this idea with his colorful language, saying that he had wanted to escape his house only. He did not give the Arrancar permission to fuck him), which happened to be in the Infirmary. Surprisingly, the Nurse's station had comfortable beds, and they were smidge bigger than his bed at home. As always, Grimmjow wasted no time getting both of them undressed.
"Goddamn, slow down you horny bastard."
"Can't," Grimmjow managed to say between all the growling and nipping at Kurosaki's lips, "Need to fuck you."
"Well, then kiss me properly, retard," Ichigo emphasized by crushing their lips together, quickly opening his mouth to not waste any time. Jaggerjack hated the way the shinigami always argued with him, even when he was just as horny as the arrancar was. What was the point to all of it if the stupid-ass wanted to screw just as badly? He tried not to think about it as he felt the vaizard's tongue trace along the underside of his own busy muscle. The blue-haired hollow smiled as a shiver rushed through him. That same muscle slid along the edges of his teeth, which made him groan. The kid knew what he liked. Of course, the teen had nothing on the hollow. The Espada knew every pleasure point on the shinigami's body; knew that when he swiped his tongue across the top of the others, like so--.
"Ahn...," the kid wouldn't hold back the needy little moan. When he let his hands roam, slightly ghosting a pink nipple, the kid would say: "Grimm," which meant 'Stop teasing'. And since they were naked already, it was so much more pleasureable to slide their dicks together.
"Fuck," Ichigo whined. Oh yeah, they'd get to that. Grimmjow smirked to himself, his tongue moving to play with the shinigami's sensitive ear.
"See, this wasn't so bad. No one's around ta bug us and I get to hear ya make the fuckin' sexiest sounds ever."
"Stop talking," the teen whined, fingers digging into the other's back. Jaggerjack laughed to himself. He was nowhere near heading south anytime soon and the kid was grabbing on like he was already sucking cock. Said Espada moved down, nipping at the other's jaw and collarbone. His fingers did nothing more than tease the growing erection under him, which was aggravating the shinigami to no end. The vaizard rolled his hips into that hand that was having so fun torturing him, telling the owner of it to palm, rub, jerk, something with more feeling that those barely-there touches. "Fuck, Grimm, touch me."
"I am touchin' ya," he replied teasingly. Ichigo blushed hard, not wanting to say what was on the tip of his tongue, but knew he wouldn't get through to the horny bastard any other way. The young Kurosaki hissed as the hollow bit into his shoulder; something that wouldn't show up if he wore a t-shirt.
"You know what I mean, shit-head."
"Ah, well, if 'ur gonna call me stupid, then no, I don't know what ya mean." The vaizard felt that wonderous tongue tracing circles around his nipple and shivered.
"Jerk me off you asshole," Ichigo managed to speak through a moan. The Sexta Espada smiled at the teen, enclosing his fist around the shinigami's hard-on, and gave a quick jerk.
"Like that?"
"More," the vaizard sighed, closing his eyes in pleasure. Grimmjow rubbed his thumb around the now-weeping head of the teen's dick, sucking and nipping on the pink buds that throbbed with hurt. The teen's body wriggled around restlessly as the other's mouth moved lower, finally reaching Ichigo's navel. The arrancar's tongue dipped into the indent, tongue lapping out on the edges.
"Nhnnn," Ichigo purred. The hollow smiled, his tongue suddenly withdrawing. Kurosaki opened hazy eyes to look at the man above him in question. He could barely keep them open, though, not with how Grimmjow's hands were stroking him. "Grimm..." The shinigami pleaded.
"What do ya want, Ichi?"
"Don't stop."
"Stop, what?" The hollow was having too much fun getting the kid to turn red. Ichigo wasn't used to bluntly stating what he want; Jaggerjack always happened to know exactly what he wanted.
"I want your mouth on me," Kurosaki pleaded, flushed in embarassment.
"Where?" Grimmjow whispered.
"You know where," there was that exhasperation in his tone, again. Was it really so hard to say what he needed to say?
"Ya hafta tell me where, Ichi."
"...On my cock, dammit."
"Gladly." The Espada's hand was quickly replaced with his tongue, the pink muscle already swirling around the top. It slid down slowly, tickling the vein on the underside of the teen's erection. Ichigo had to grip the sheets on the bed to keep them from pulling hair. The young Kurosaki gasped when he felt one of the hollow's pointed canines graze that same vein. Jaggerjack's lips enclosed around the head, sucking and moving down at an slow pace. Ichigo shivered everytime he heard a slurp or a popping sound when the other's mouth came off his hard-on. He knew Grimmjow could suck him off quietly, he just chose to make those sounds on purpose. Hot breath flooded the head of his erection, that powerful muscle called a tongue teasing the slit.
"Uhnnn, faster, Grimm, or I swear to God I'm going to come right now." Said Espada smirked, deep-throating the other with the talent of a veteran. Ichigo almost screamed with he felt the other's throat muscles move around his dick, swallowing him. The young shinigami found it amazing that the other could still move his tongue around a little bit, even with his erection still all the way in. That little bit of movement pushed him over the edge and he came with a deep moan. Fortunately, after so many times of blowing the teen, he had recognized the stiffness the shinigami's body took when he was about to orgasm, and moved his mouth the hell out of the way. If he couldn't swallow, then he didn't want the stuff in his mouth at all. It three times nastier to spit it out somewhere.
The vaizard sighed, glancing to his stomach (which was now mess), but not blaming Grimmjow. It wasn't his fault, for once.
The arrancar was all smiles as he stole another kiss from the shinigami, the teen knowing what happened next.
"Hey, Ichi," the hollow whined.
"What?"
"Do me a favor." Ichigo growled at the prospect of doing the Espada a favor: which most likely included something embarassing and very sexual because of their situation.
"Ride me today."
"What?!"
"C'mon, I gave ya that blow job. I could've just jerked ya off, ya know." The young Kurosaki mumbled a string of curses, which Jaggerjack took as a 'yes'. The teen usually cursed a lot when Grimmjow asked to do something he didn't want to do, but complied to it anyway. The Sexta Espada laughed, flipping onto his back, and put his hands behind his head.
"You're a fucking lazy bastard, Grimm," Ichigo commented as he used the precum from the arrancar's cock as lube. Jaggerjack never got tired of the embarassed face the kid sported when he fingered himself, knowing the arrancar was watching too intently. Only Grimmjow knew that he could get off on just looking at that face alone.
Ichigo guided the erection in, slightly nervous about the whole situation. He whimpered quietly when he had pushed the top part of the hollow's dick into himself. Sure, he had prepped himself, but it wasn't proper lube and there wasn't much of it. He knew that he would have to shut the fuck up and deal with it if he didn't want to be accused of 'whining like a bitch' later. They had done this once before, but Ichigo had been too inexperienced even with regular sex that Grimmjow had to guide him the entire time. He refused to be lead like that again, wanting this time for the more experienced party to come solely because he was half-way decent at this.
The shinigami let himself become accustomed to the girth of the other's hard-on, trying to relax. He must've been pushing himself, or going too fast, because Grimmjow's hands clenched on his hips lightly, telling him to take it easy.
"Don't tear yourself up, Ichi," he warned.
The hybrid breathed a sigh of relief as he felt himself loosen up, the arrancar's erection just barely scraping over that sweet spot. His arousal was back at the mere feel of it. Slowly, his hips lifted and dropped.
Rolled back and forth.
That spot was in his reach, the head of the cock inside of him grazing it ever time he dropped himself back down. He was already panting, growling at his inability to aim for his own prostate. Jaggerjack could care less at the moment, recognizing that the teen was getting much better at this. The tight muscles around his erection clenched and unclenched, rubbed and slid against him. His face was flushed, he was shivering, and thrusting up haphazardly. The shinigami tried to match his pace, but couldn't. Too caught up in the moment, the arrancar took hold of the vaizard's hips again, matching both of their paces into one speed: hard and fast. Ichigo was moaning loudly, so he must've finally hit that patch of nerves. Grimmjow could hear his own cries, mixed in with exhausted breaths. The shinigami was clenching harder around him.
They were both near the end.
"Grimmjow," he heard the teen say. The kid knew how much he liked his name to be said when they had sex. Eventually, though, the name became a meaningless jumbles of sounds and moans.
Ichigo came first.
Grimmjow didn't trail far behind.
Both of them struggeled to catch their breath, the shinigami spread out on top of the arrancar.
"Wow," the arrancar hesistantly said. "Ya got a lot better at that." Ichigo managed a smug smile.
"Maybe you're just coming faster."
"Whatever. Shut your damn mouth and go to sleep."
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He knew he was supposed to be finding blackmail, and he really didn't mean to stay for the show, but c'mon.
Any pervert would've stayed for that show; straight or not.
Outside on school grounds, Urahara was sure he had a nose bleed.