Grimmjaw x Ulquiorra
Taste
He tastes like something forbidden, and definitely something different. His skin is white and shines in the darkness, looking pure and untainted even though there is no one in this place who can call themselves that. He's ironically angelic, and his moans echo in the darkness like the howl of an animal enraged at the taste of blood on his tongue.
His eyes flash as they catch my own, burning into me.
I lick his skin again, and he pushes closer to me, trying to melt our skin together into some kind of frustrated union.
I hear his gasps in my ear and his fingers against my skin, but I know that if I were to look at him his mouth would close, and his eyes would be blank.
His breath is hot on my neck in the shadows.
His face is expressionless still, and I am panting.
He tastes like an escape.