"What the fuck?" Grimmjow groaned and fisted the slightly damp white sheets beneath him.
Although he couldn't explain it, there was something on his cock. Even if he couldn't see it, there was a tight ass bouncing up and down, swallowing him eagerly into molten heat. Grimmjow wasn't sure how this all started or when, but he wasn't complaining. The only thing he knew for certain was who was behind this.
"Szayel…" The blue haired Arrancar groaned and bucked his hips up into the invisible heat. Of course the egotistical bastard wouldn't come and fuck him in person, not with Grimmjow's current state. But he wasn't sure if he really cared how the pink haired scientist continued their affair as long as the feeling in his groin continued.
The only thing that kept the sexta Espada from fully enjoying the sensations was that he couldn't touch the man doing this to him. Long, calloused fingers nearly ripped his sheets apart as the itch for the feel of skin on skin got worse and worse as the heat coiled in his lower stomach. His tongue ran across the back of his clenched teeth and with a final upward thrust and feral growl, he came. Strings of white coated his stomach and oozed slowly down inside his Hollow hole, something that Grimmjow decided felt really fucking weird.
Scooping his essence up with one finger and away from his Hollow hole, Grimmjow felt annoyance through his what-should-have-been pleasant afterglow. His seed should be inside Szayel Aporro's tight, greedy ass, not literally in his stomach. Not one to really give a fuck for things that were in the way of his goals and desires, Grimmjow smirked as he brought his sullied fingers to his mouth and sucked.
One way or another, he would fuck Szayel Aporro in person, whether the little bitch liked it or not.