Warnings: strong bondage (willing), light D's, mention of blood and spellcraft, explicit sexual content (1 of 3 chapters' worth)
While Renji was being lured in by the Other Side of the Ouija board, Grimmjow was busily locking the door and divesting himself and his boyfriend of their clothes. His fingers itched to get on his lover's tanned skin, his temples ached with want of Ichigo's fingers raking through his hair. His Ichigo had Contracted him to fuck him until one of them passed out, and he damn well intended to do it!
"Mmm...Grimm..." Ichigo spoke between furious kisses. "What's...gotten...Mmm...into you?"
All he could do was be ravished, the blue haired college senior's hands were everywhere, touching, groping, and caressing. They were passionate lovers to begin with, arguing sometimes just to have rough, angry sex, but this was a whole new level, sweeping the orangette along like a kite in the sky on a windy day.
"You," he nipped at his lower lip, "made me a deal an'," he licked from jaw to ear, "I fully intend ta hold up," he worried his earlobe with his pointed canines, "my end o' it."
He didn't know why, exactly, but Ichigo's 'summoning' of him had caused an instant boner, and he had been drawn towards the bedroom as if possessed. Well, no, he knew why—that was just the effect his little lover had on him in general. But really, even he didn't know why he was so rushed all of a sudden.
Ichigo groaned, gripping Grimmjow's hips. His own arousal slid against his boyfriend's, drops of precome slicking the friction. "Can we...ngh...can we slow down...at least a little? I'm not gonna..." He moaned again, "Not gonna last, Grimm."
"Awww," Grimmjow pouted, "an' here I thought we was gunna have 'nother competition."
The Completion Competition, or so it had been termed, was a 'game' they'd played on a bet to see how many times they could make each other come in a single encounter. Grimm had gotten up to six. Ichigo had made it to fifteen, but that last one had knocked the orangette unconscious. Grimmjow had been forced to carry him to bed on wobbly legs. Regardless, he obediently slowed down a bit, his grinding becoming less frantic as his hands kneaded his lover's side.
The orangette laughed, "I have finals next week, I need to study. I can't afford to be passed out for three days again."
He pulled them from their position just inside the bedroom door, down onto the bed, wrapping his legs around Grimmjow's. Nuzzling along the blunette's neck, he licked the tattooed strawberry that had been their anniversary gift to each other. He swore it tasted the way it looked, and he simply could not get enough of sucking on it. Often, it was bright red and surrounded in blue-black because of the sheer number of hickeys Ichigo left. He'd turned the thing into a purple strawberry once or twice, but he didn't like that look—not after the Yumichika Incident—so he tended to leave hickeys all around it now.
Grimmjow groaned, head listing to the side a bit to give his boyfriend better access, but his hands were itching again. They trailed down to grab, then massage Ichigo's ass-cheeks as he purred, husky and dark, in Ichigo's ear. "Damn shame...mebbe that'll be m' after-finals present to ya, eh? Three days o' uncompromised bliss."
"Ooh...Grimm..." His hips hiked, it felt like claws digging delicious pleasure into his flesh, and he responded by gripping his boyfriend's shoulders in the same manner. He took the lobe of Grimmjow's ear, the one above the tattoo, into his teeth, and growled. "Get the vibrator."
Grimmjow vibrated at that command. "Ohh, oh fuck, yessir," he growled, dropping Ichigo to the bed, yanking open the drawer, and rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for—remote-controlled, vibrating egg and the lube. His kitten preferred to get kinky the natural way—with odd positions and some erotic rope tying—so he didn't get to use toys on him all that often.
Ichigo growled seductively, pulling out his favorite jute rope from the bag tucked behind the bed. He began by wrapping his left ankle three times, for a single column of six individual ropes just above the joint. The doubled cord was then brought in a stunning feat of flexibility to wrap around his leg three times, spiraling up to the knee. He pulled the ends under and around itself down the outside of the loops to end in a woven sakura-style knot near his ankle again. After repeating this process with a second rope on his right leg, it became more difficult to complete himself. However, his modified matanawa was an absolute must. So, out came a third rope, somewhat shorter than the other two, around his waist once, through the lark's head, and tied off in quick succession with two half-hitches six inches apart. A sakura-knot almost a foot down the cord allowed for him to slip his cock and scrotum between the twisted bindings. He moaned audibly when the bunched rope pressed against his perineum as he drew the two parts around his bound thighs, up through the gap between half-hitches at his waist, and tied off in a second sakura-weave along where his happy trail would have been if he didn't shave it.
Grimmjow played with the egg as he watched, his own jutting length weeping freely at the intensely arousing and erotic sight before him. He lubed the egg, holding himself back—if he interrupted the rope-tying, Ichigo would untie it and start all over again just to draw it out and make him wait. He hated that, but loved how the delay heightened his desire, especially when the strawberry made himself moan just by moving.
Which he did when the orangette rolled up onto his knees so his lover could aide in the next part—the kotobu ryo tekubi. Literally it was his wrists bound both together and behind his head. The end of his freedom and the actual handing of control over to Grimmjow.
As the blunette wrapped the cords first lightly around the strawberry's wrists and then around itself to create the shackles, he spoke. "I had an idea, Ichi..."
He helped the bound berry turn to face away from him. Then brought his kitten's hands up behind his head, and wrapped the excess around his waist just above the top of his crotch binding to end with an overhand knot flat against Ichigo's back.
"What's that?" The orangette tilted his head a little bit, so he could look over his shoulder.
"I found somethin' th' other day." Grimmjow explained, bringing the two ends of rope up to knot a second time, just under the wrist binding, before being threaded through the space between Ichigo's elbow and neck on each side.
The ends were then brought down across the strawberry's chest to wrap twice around both waist ropes and back around his ribs to the gap between knots on his back. Grimmjow tucked the ends between the two ropes and brought them back around, under Ichigo's arms to criss-cross just above his nipples. Back around again, this time to snag the upper waist rope in the back and to the front a third time. The blunette grasped the place where the four cords crossed each other over Ichigo's sternum, and tied a square knot. The dangling ends he wrapped back a third time to add a hexagon shape to the gap between the ropes against his kitten's spine. To finish the new binding, he brought the last feet of rope around to tie a second square knot on the starburst on Ichigo's chest, making sure to run the lines below the orangette's nipples for extra stimulation.
Ichigo looked down with a raised eyebrow; he thought he had read all of the books on the traditional knot-tying they had in the apartment. "That's new. Where'd you learn that one?"
"One of those pop-up American porn sites. They had an interesting bondage section," he admitted with an unashamed grin. "Lots of stuff on safety, and some of it I hadn't seen before, so I browsed a while."
"And you didn't share?! Did you at least save the address?" The orangette looked back up at his lover, trying to ignore the way the jute cords rubbed in all the right places.
Grimmjow grinned like a fiend. "Oh, it's in my favorites, I bookmarked it. Just kept forgettin' ta tell ya. Got some good shit on there, though. We keep gettin' distracted...an' we totally need ta watch porn together again. We have some'a our more enthusiastic sex when we're unconsciously tryin'a outdo the porn stars."
The smaller male rolled his eyes at the seme's chuckle. To think, four years ago he'd been a blushing prude. He supposed that dating someone who was literally sex-on-legs helped that. His hands were already twitching because he could smell the musk of Grimmjow's pheromones and his tongue slid out to lick his lips unconsciously.
"Yeah," He agreed absently, "Later."
Grimmjow licked his own lips. "I think I'm ready ta enjoy my treat now..."
Slathering lube on his fingers, he rubbed them a minute or two to warm it up before sliding two fingers into Ichigo's entrance, feeling how tight he was and how much stretching he needed to take the egg.
Ichigo moaned, loud and long, pressing his head against the rope between his wrists and arching his back with his toes dug into the sheets. His cock wept, twitching between the two bundles of knot-work holding him erect. Grimmjow licked his lips as his lover, his mate, writhed in their shared creation, stretching him slowly. Drawing it out, deliberately missing his prostate.
"Ngh...Grrrrimmmm..." The name was a moan as the orangette's toes curled even further.
This was the main reason they'd gotten into shibari in the first place. If not for the bindings, Ichigo would have been all over his lover and the whole thing would be finished too soon, because Grimmjow was extraordinarily weak to his vibrant boyfriend. To both his touch and his aura. To everything about him. The smaller man could destroy him, all his hard-won stamina, in mere moments. He licked his lips at the name and added a third finger, using liberal application of lube. This had Ichigo whimpering and biting his lip against the sound. His skin flushed and the ropes created a pattern in the color. In a word, like this, the orange haired uke was exquisite.
Grimmjow did his best to imprint it into his mind permanently, without deviating from his task. He was on a mission tonight, and he wasn't going to let anything, no matter how delectable, or amazing, turn him aside.
Hiking his hips again, Ichigo's legs bent at an impossible angle. A single brush against his prostate had his body clenching in a false release, the knots around his manhood holding him back, and the flesh of the turgid length darkened to a soft purple. He cried out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes with the pleasure of it.
This sight made the blunette purr loudly, taking the egg and sliding it, still lubed, up inside his lover until it was positioned right on his prostate. Then, pulling back, he pulled the other onto his knees again, so he could see his face...and turned it on.
The orangette's eyes went wide, gasping and fingers curling to echo his toes. He was sweating and panting, every breath a moan or whimper. He bucked unconsciously against it, trying to find that deeper penetration that he knew he wouldn't get until Grimmjow actually fucked him, but he couldn't stop himself anyway. He'd asked for this, and oh, did his lover know how to give it to him. The larger male held him solid and upright, watching him buck and strain against the ropes, which rubbed deliciously in all the places.
Begging eyes rolled up, dark and glossy in lust, as the vibration was increased. His body shuddered, not quite a second false release but waves of pleasure ran through him, making his nerves jump and his cock darken with fat pearls of precome making the head shine. Long-fingered hands thumbed these glistening droplets, smearing them around and smirking as the orangette gave his lover the most pleading looks yet. Oooh, he really was needy tonight, and he wasn't even quite sure why. Grimmjow gave him a couple of strokes, tongue running across vicious teeth like a large cat anticipating prey.
"T-t-taste it?" Ichigo's voice wavered as he panted, his twitching pulling the knots across his pressure points in ways that added to the vibration against his prostate.
Grimmjow's tongue flickered out, catching the pearly drop and tasting it thoroughly, before pulling back and stroking again with his hand. "Like that, love?"
"Mmmmnah!" The orangette tensed again, his mouth falling open and eyes closed. "Yeah~!" He gasped, "M-mmore...?"
His heels dug into his asscheeks, and a small wiggle made his entrance stretch such that he could manipulate the vibrator, now on its highest setting, in waves. Catching sight of this shift, the blunette leered, and swatted the taut cheek right above where his heel was holding it tight.
"Ah, ah, ah," he moved Ichigo's leg, "none of that. Trying to take control away from me, you naughty thing. You know better." Grimmjow licked his head again, cleaning away the light shine of precome on it.
The whimpering sound that Ichigo made could have been triggered by any combination of what his lover did, from the punishment to the feel of his tongue to the sound of his voice, but whatever it was that did it, he couldn't control it as it tore from his throat simultaneously with another false release, this one higher and stronger than before.
The blunette simply smirked, tugging on the star design as he came up, bringing Ichigo in to kiss him. He was going to tease him a while longer before he let him come. The orangette curled his tongue around Grimmjow's, moaning into the kiss and trying to get at least a moment of friction, only to be denied. The frustration build for the most satisfying orgasm, he knew, but being pushed like this drove him crazy.
Grimmjow pulled back, running his fingers along the spaces between the bindings, deliberately teasing him, pausing to pluck his nipples, then to lick at them, before once again trailing down to his cock. He was mush, a pile of goo held together by the cords around his body, clinging to him and holding him tighter than any embrace. This was why he did it, because of the way it kept him anchored while his lover tried to make him fly. He mumbled incoherently, moaning and gasping with each touch.
Ignoring his incoherent, incomprehensible ramblings and mumbling, the seme continued his touching. It meant he was doing his job, and was nearing the state he wanted his lover in. His temples were aching and itching again, and so was his spine, his entire body shuddering in anticipation, even his toes curling and his calves itching. It was odd, but he ignored it in favor of teasing Ichigo's balls with one hand and licking at his head again.
A lick against the underside of his cock that felt like velcro pulling against the sensitive skin and Ichigo cried out, "Lisse' atara en' templa!"
His head fell back, his eyes closed and his spine arched at an impossible angle. The air around them darkened until the only light was between them, flickering and pulsing in time with the blood in their veins, like that of a candle.
Grimmjow did it again, muscles bunching in preparation for something as he aimed to bring his lover over the false edge again before actually thrusting into him. There was a pulse of light across Ichigo's vision as his body reacted to that sensation of velcro again, this time falling forward until his chin touched his chest.
"Mool...en' i' Lower Rings...ten' i' mela...en' ilya nat aina'...fuck amin!" He mumbled, unaware he was speaking in tongues.
Just to finish him off without actually finishing him off, the blunette took him into his mouth, being careful of his teeth, as he slicked the underside of his tongue over the hard, delicious cock...which was somehow more flavorful than usual...he shifted on his knees, eager to watch his love be flung over that edge.
Pleasure ripped through the orangette, he screamed, but made no sound, and something followed that wave, just barely held back. He spoke again, panting, but no words came out. He must have been deaf with as far as Grimmjow had teased him, but it didn't matter as his hands grasped thin air that felt like his lover's shoulders, long, red slashes appearing where his nails would have torn the skin if he hadn't been bound.
Grimmjow arched, snarling as he shot up, long, red slashes appearing on both shoulders, rending flesh and blood dripping everywhere, scenting the air, and he whipped Ichigo around and bent him forward, three long fingers slamming into his slick entrance to fish out the egg, then return to mash his prostate like a game controller button.
Ichigo did it again, grabbing at the air that felt like flesh under his fingertips. This time soothing, smearing the blood as though the bindings weren't there, creating symbols and runes in languages the orangette wouldn't have been able to recognize even if he could see through the opaque film covering his vision. But they glowed, yellow, blue, red, and green across the back of Grimmjow's shoulders, burning into his skin and sending off fireworks through both of their minds.
The spell-gripped man all-out roared, elongated ears slicking back as far as they went as he planted his teeth in a free spot on the orangette's neck, biting hard as he could no longer stand waiting. He thrust in, hard and deep, dick already lubed, growling into his neck.
"Mine." Ichigo whispered in the turquoise furred ear near his mouth.
His tongue snaking out to run along the outer edge, and gripping his bound knees to Grimmjow's hips. Clenching his fingers again the symbols on the feline demon's back began to etch themselves into his chest, glowing faintly.
This only spurred Grimmjow to thrust harder, faster, his 'itch' spiraling to a point of pain all over his body, the closer he got to climax the more his whole body screamed, in pain, in pleasure, in protest, in encouragement, until all he knew was his dick plunging in and out of that tight passage, ravaging it, fucking Ichigo as hard and fast as he could without so much as a semblance of humanity involved.
The only thing holding the magic-user back from climax was that twisted rope surrounding his privates, but with each thrust, grinding against his lover, the threshold was being pushed closer and closer. His dick screamed for release and clamping his teeth on the lobe of that ear, Ichigo muttered something incomprehensible, but everything began to glow, building with their pleasure, closer and closer, brighter and brighter.
The blunette's hands took hold of Ichigo's hip's, holding on hard, and the closer he got to orgasm, the tighter he held, until—screaming into Ichigo's neck where his teeth were still clamped, Grimmjow thrust as deep as he could get and erupted, the claws on his fingers roughly severing the ropes around the slim hips under his hands.
Light exploded both psychically and physically as Ichigo came between them. He made no sound, body frozen beyond gripping his mate tightly. His mind was completely overwhelmed with a force brighter and more powerful than sheer pleasure, taking him soaring more than usual. He was free, absolutely and completely, and falling through a wormhole of swirling colors. There was an intense pulling sensation, and then the world settled again. Around him, the feline male relaxed, their bodies sinking into a downy-soft bed.
"Mmm…" The blunette rumbled. "Home."
The third is a pair that were already together, who were not unaffected by the night's stormy weather.