Strawberry's Pleasure
He didn't let any nook or crevice go unattended. He took all that was sweet, all that was sour, all that was salty, all that was bitter and gave everything he had with the same intensity as he took it. He, then, reluctantly took his lips off of Grimmjow's and looked at the other man. Grimmjow looked back at him.
Then, all of a sudden, Ichigo brought his hands to Grimmjow's jacket and ripped it off. His hands started to stray to the other's pants and he tugged at them. Grimmjow lifted his sculpted ass off the ground so Ichigo could take them off. The whole time, Grimmjow stared at Ichigo, recording his facial features into his mind, locking away that look of anticipation and curiosity as Ichi found him again and started enjoying him again. It was like a new beginning without forgetting the past. The past remained just that, the past and they were ready to move forward, towards each other, into each other's heated embrace.
Ichigo took Grimm's hard length into his hands and stroked it, from the base to its weeping peak. At the top, he set his thumb at the slit and wiped the precum. Then, while still stroking with the other hand, he brought the same hand to his mouth and licked at it. A drop fell to Grimm's belly button and Ichigo immediately swooped after it and licked away at it fiercely. He started to lick lower, only to tease and start back up again to finally reach Grimm's pink nipples as the destination.
He licked the left nipple, seemingly neglecting the other, while still stroking Grimm. With his tongue, he drew circles and stars on and around the nipple. Then, he went in for a quick bite, forcing out a yelp-moan from Grimm, who was not expecting the bite. Ichi started to lick at it again to soothe it.
He stopped his ministering and crawled away from Grimm. After a few seconds, Grimmjow cracked open his eyes and licked at his dry lips. He kept staring at Ichi as his own hands took over what Ichi's were doing just a few moments ago. Making sure that he had Grimm's attention, Ichi finally started to strip. First he kicked off his shoes, and then bent down (all the way down) to take off his socks, so Grimm could have a great view while pleasuring himself.
He straightened, taking his shirt up with him. His muscles played as his tight shirt was pushed off his lean body. Next, he started unbuttoning his pants ever so slowly. Grimmjow drove his hands faster, taking shortened breaths as Ichigo slowly shimmied out of his pants to reveal that he wasn't wearing any boxers either and his cock was also rock hard.
Ichigo got down on his knees, face to face with Grimm. He inched ever closer and finally pushed Grimm on to his back. He arranged himself on top of Grimm, skin to skin. Their sensitive erections touched and both hissed as the pain became more intense. Their bodies were begging for it, needing each other to live, to keep going. Yet they resisted, not giving in…yet.
Ichigo latched onto Grimm's lips once more, his hands touching everything, mapping his course to never forget. Grimm brought his hands to Ichi's back and planted them firmly on Ichigo's ass. This still counted as observing didn't it?
The grinded against each other in erratic movements, going as fast as they could then stopping for a moment to remind themselves to go slow, to savor it, but it was soon forgotten in the next moment as body met body. This longing grew and grew and kept on growing still. They still held back.
'What are you waiting for?'
'What are you waiting for?'
'I can only wait so long….'
Ichigo pulled himself away and sat on top of Grimmjow, straddling him around the hips. He fixed his position so his pink, puckered hole was right above Grimmjow's standing cock. He moved down as if to put Grimm into himself but stopped just in time to make a connection but not far enough for it to go in. Then swiftly he pulled away.
It could be seen that he was having a fun time as smiles crossed his face every time he did this. While at the other end, Grimmjow was at the end of the straw, or rather many straws. He could take it no longer, screw orders, screw observation. This situation required, no, demanded action and participation. So his hands grabbed Ichigo's ass hard and swiftly pulled Ichi down on him.
Ichigo didn't let out a single cry or a word of complaint of pain. It was as if everything was going as he planned. If one were close enough, it could be seen that there was a small smirk on his face that he was unsuccessfully trying to hide. He let out a small moan as Grimm fully sheathed himself inside and stayed put. Grimmjow opened his eyes to see Ichigo with his eyes closed, his cheeks pink and his lips red; there was sweat running down his neck and his chocolate chip nipples were stiff with eagerness. Then, Ichigo started to move his hips. He lifted himself off Grimm and brought himself down hard and fast. Grimm helped, thrusting up to meet Ichigo halfway. Grimm got up part way, still inside of Ichigo and started to play with Ichi's erection. He fingered it, running his nails up and down the shaft. Ichigo did all the thrusting as Grimm focused on Ichi. As Ichigo bounced up and down the blue haired man, moaning and panting could be heard from both sides. Grimm propelled himself into Ichigo to finally touch that place of perfection, where Ichigo felt the world finally sigh in satisfaction. He let out a cry as he uttered a single word that became a chant.
"Grimm, Grimm, oh yes"
Grimm thrust harder as Ichigo bounced ever so fervently as if he knew that perfect moment was coming upon them fast. With each thrust, Ichi let out a plea, pleading, begging for more. Grimm felt his blood rushing as Ichi's word took him over the edge; while thrusting he was unconsciously stroking Ichi fast.
Grimmjow thrust one last time as he couldn't hold it in any longer and Ichigo's whole body contracted as they both ejaculated.