『 unchained ferosity 』

I wonder, can I keep up with it? The speed of the world without you in it.

There was nothing private about the location they were going at it in. Grimmjow didn't give a fuck and he knew Zangetsu didn't either. The other hollow's pants and boxers had been almost torn off of him before he was pushed against the dingy alley wall by the arrancar. "Keep fuckin' singing for me, Zangetsu, gonna make ya feel my cock inside ya for weeks after this." He dragged his tongue along the shell of Zangetsu's left ear before growling and biting the pale lobe with his fangs, making it bleed.

"You're fuckin' lucky ya can't be bred." The way he snarled that out as he snapped his hips forward, the taller hollow wasn't being gentle, but that was the name of the game with them. Violence was their love language. His claws were leaving gouges in Zangetsu's hips that were bleeding steadily. It was entirely possible the whole breeding mention was due to instincts and nothing else. Not that it would matter it was unlikely either of them would recall that particular comment with how rough and how long they tended to go at it when they were like this.

To semi-muffle a loud groan from himself, the arrancar would lean down and bury his fangs in Zangetsu's shoulder, before he adjusted how he was standing so he could snap up into the paler hollow even harsher. "You're taking me so well. Bet you like that, don't you? Taking my cock like you were built for it." More growling left him but that was fairly normal given the circumstances. Aside from their noises of exertion the only other sounds coming from that alley were the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

Howling again, Zangetsu cackled softly, toes curled in his shoes, as his cock slapped against his thigh, Grimmjow was plowing him from behind━━a favorite position when outdoors.

"Fuck, Grimmie, harder!!!!" Hissing at the other's comment he swiped his blue tongue over his lips, leaning his head against the wall. The gouges in his hips were going to feel deliciously painful after things were done and his pants were back on, he'd likely limp a bit.

Zangetsu was lucky indeed that he couldn't be bred, though, the thought of Grimmjow's cock stuffing his insides with cum made the Hollow grin, and he shifted to spread his legs more, and really feel Grimmjow fucking his ass.

That angle... yes!!!

Smol and Tol is OUT make room for TOL AND TOLLER

The scent of a sadness long past still permeated his core. He was drenched because he practically lived a rainy day inside his SOUL. His trail of losses and guilt was something he'd carry, despite working through certain things.

He knew his Inner World conditions weren't the best, but Zangetsu and the Old Man could handle it, they were strong. Brown eyes shifted when she spoke, didn't look at her, but still acknowledged her presence.

𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃   𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍   𝐀𝐓   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋   𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑,   𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋.   Lorraine   doesn't   need   his   admission   to   map   the   terrain   of   his   pain.   As   she   watches   him,   she   sees   the   complicated   current   of   his   aura,   whose   shadows   dance   but   don't   consume   anything.   ❝   Perhaps,   ❞   She   murmurs.   ❝   But   I   sense   light   in   you   too.   ❞   Her   smile   erupts   without   hesitation,   genuine   warmth   reaching   her   eyes.   The   scent   of   rain-washed   air   hangs   between   them.   What   is   a   deluge   if   not   the   sky's   desperate   plea   for   sunshine   to   pierce   through?   What   is   thunder,   but   the   heavens   momentarily   forget   their   serenity? That   light   within   him   doesn't   require   an   architect.   It   waits,   a   dormant   ember   beneath   cold   ash,   needing   only   the   right   touch   to   rekindle.   ❝   Storms,   no   matter   how   violent,   can   be   dissipated.   Assuaged.   ❞   Her   gaze   holds   his,   unwaveringly.   ❝   You   only   need   to   understand   how.   ❞

Brown hues flickered back to her, catching her gaze, an intake of breath would be heard, his struggling eye (right) making unwanted tears he had to squint past.

He had been learning more about himself, what he was... in an almost therapeutic way from others; with others; by himself...

Grimmjow enjoyed holding Ichigo on his lap or maybe it was more along the lines of, he just liked touching the Shinigami. Their relationship was still new enough that he had no idea what he was doing. Plus, he was an Arrancar, and they weren't exactly taught anything about romance or affection. He was playing it by ear mostly.

Ichigo was teaching him things too. He was learning what he liked but it was quite a process. As the aspect of destruction all he really had was time. He was just glad that Ichigo was capable of being patient with him. The arm tugged around the Shinigami would tighten slightly.

Ichigo held onto Grimmjow's arm that encircled him, absently rubbing the skin with his fingers.

A chuckle left him, and he turned his head slightly, though he couldn't fully see the other. "Naw, it's fine, being ticklish is a good thing. You're learning my spots, if you're smart you'll use 'em against me if we ever do anything." He replied a bit sleepily.

He listened as Ichigo spoke of wanting to be held down by him. That was doable. All he'd need to do is utilize his size and weight against Ichigo to keep him pressed against the mattress beneath them. So when the redhead removed his shirt and then fell onto the bed, he'd move.

He placed a thigh on either side of Ichigo's hips, and used one hand to pin the Shinigami's wrists above his head. "This what ya were after? Me pressin' ya against my bed with my full weight?" The redhead was in only his boxers where as he was still fully dressed. He'd not removed a single article of clothing aside from his boots earlier. Luckily, he was still in control of himself for the time being.

The Arrancar couldn't help but admire how Ichigo looked beneath him. It wasn't like his own tight pants could disguise anything if he was growing aroused himself, it'd become obvious pretty fast. And given the new position it was difficult for him to keep such a thing at bay.

Hissing, Ichigo responded. "'Y-yeah, that's what I was thinking... f-fuck..."

His eyes flickered down Grimmjow's form for a look at him, mouth going dry at seeing his pants, and the Omega's body shivered.