Title:
Ramblings of an Arrankar
Author: Mee
Rating: umm... to be
safe, R
Paring: GrimmIchi
Warnings: Grimm's mouth and thoughts.
UH OH!
Summary: Grimmjow thinks over something
interesting.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, and everyone is
over 1597348644678 the legal age of consent and
such.
It wasn't something Grimmjow understood clearly. He knew for certain it wasn't something that he experienced, so he wasn't sure if it was normal or not.
He could say for certain, however, that the Berry had an infatuation with him. And maybe that was it. Maybe the Shinigami was just so wrapped up in him that he doing what he does. And Grimmjow couldn't blame him.
Hell, Grimmjow knew he was fucking sexy. He knew all the little things he did just drove the orange haired teen insane. He loved that feeling of control he had over Ichigo; it pleased him. And yes, maybe the teen's habit of always needing to touch the Sexta pleased him too.
So maybe that is what it is. A habit. Touching, needing, wanting everything and never getting enough. Whether from the front of behind, Ichigo couldn't keep his hands off the Arrankar. Like Grimmjow was his life line and he needed to hold onto it with everything he had.
Had it started at the beginning? Grimmjow couldn't remember. That night was filled with fast paced sex; rough and hard and exactly how Grimmjow liked it. He remembered the important stuff, like how fucking tight the teen had been, and the delicious sounds he had made with every thrust. Like the feeling of his skin against the Shinigami's, and the musky smell of a good fuck. Maybe the teen had held onto him, but that would have been purely by cause of lust. No, he was certain Ichigo needed to hold onto him now because of something else, and he had a feeling what it was.
And God damn himself for being so…well… God damn irresistible. He couldn't damn well blame the berry for falling for him; it was just bound to happen. And now he had to deal with it.
Not that it mattered. Made the sex better, he supposed.
-fin?