『 unchained ferosity 』

Or to try to, anyway. Ichigo's body seemed to have a mind of its own and it was affecting the Shinigami like nothing before it seemed. Though the Arrancar was retaining function of his higher intelligence so far. That was a good thing.

Ichigo saying he wanted his help had led to him parting his lips as a means to respond, only for his words to be eaten as the redhead kissed him. The Arrancar hadn't been sure what to expect, because he'd never thought about kissing Ichigo before, but the Shinigami had soft lips. The arm that he'd been touching Ichigo's shoulders with would wrap around the redhead to pull him a bit closer.

He wanted to feel good, and he trusted Grimmjow. The only thing was, he didn't quite know how to word it.

The kiss was awkward from Ichigo's end, his experience was very little, so he drooled down his chin as the kiss was broken--hearing Grimmjow growl made Ichigo push his hips hard against Grimmjow's thigh, his dick twitching.

"I want to feel you everywhere. I'll go crazy if you don't hold me down. I feel like i could explode...if it were possible."

"I feel like i know what will happen, but at the same time I'm still ignorant of my own place in this... but I want this."

He pulled away from Grimmjow and pulled off his shirt, falling back onto the bed, breathing hard, and the precum stain on his boxers was a little larger.

The kiss to the underside of his jaw was unexpected, but he quickly relaxed regardless. "I'm glad it's helpin' ya." It was when Ichigo asked his question that the hand he had resting on the redhead stopped moving. The touches had just been casual. Just touches to the shoulders or between them, they were nothing sensual.

"Yer workin' through what happened an' how yer body reacted is all. I can touch ya if ya want me to." To make a point, the Arrancar would slip his hand beneath the neck of Ichigo's shirt, allowing his fingers to touch the bare skin for a few moments before retracting them. "It's alright, don't stress about it. Just do whatever feels right." It was strange how calm he was, more than likely, but Ichigo hadn't said anything about that.

Where Grimmjow reached past Ichigo's shirt, the skin that Grimmjow's fingers laid on felt like it was on fire, and it had him moaning softly, and nuzzling into Grimmjow's chest.

"I want that... more... I feel like I need to be dominated, is that weird?" He murmured as he humped Grimmjow's thigh a little rougher, his asshole starting to drip slick and stain the back of his boxers.

As Ichigo curled up next to him, and lay his head on his chest before posing his question, the Arrancar would let out a chuckle. "It's cause yer leanin' on me now, rather than just smellin' it from th' bed an' my apartment." Whether that was the only reason for the change or not wasn't on his mind at the moment. He was trying to comfort the redhead. Which was probably going to be a bit different than how he handled it back in Hueco Mundo.

Because Ichigo wasn't a Hollow. The flare of Ichigo's scent hadn't affected him, the Arrancar didn't notice the change yet. Since dry and normal tended to smell almost exactly the same. "Just rest fer a bit, maybe sleepin' will help." Since Ichigo wasn't someone he was used to comforting he wouldn't know what the Shinigami needed until he was told. Or until something happened.

His voice was muffled, but Ichigo seemed like he could still talk okay. "I'm not tired, but I like being held like this..." Ichigo picked up his head and kissed the underside of Grimmjow's jaw, before hudddling back down, his nipples hard with how warm he was.

"Think ya can stand on yer own ta remove yer pants?" The Arrancar didn't think it'd be a good idea for him to help, given the situation that he'd stopped from happening earlier. "Toss yer pants wherever. I can wash 'em when I do my other sheets." What he was planning was to hold Ichigo until the younger man was relaxed enough to fall asleep, and then he'd start the wash before returning to where he'd be close enough not to trigger a panic attack should Ichigo not see him.

As a Hollow who ran on instinct, he was aware of a bit more than Ichigo likely was. Which was due to how long he'd been helping others back in Hueco Mundo. "No problem, I figured it'd help ya." He'd move toward the bed and place the glass down on one of the tables, so Ichigo could reach it himself should he want more after they relocated.

Pushing himself out of the beanbag, Ichigo unbuttoned his jeans with trembling hands, a wave of relief and renewed arousal showing on his face as he shimmied the pants down his legs, wavering a bit as he half stood━━he wasn't as balanced and leaned towards the bed, half falling into it with his upper body, and kicking off his pants.

His hips jerked against the side of the bed when he collapsed, and he felt Grimmjow help him move onto the mattress, laying his head against the other's chest, and loosely curling his knees up. Twitching hands reached for Grimmjow, anchoring in clothing.

"You smell so good... like it's stronger than before... why?" It made his throat tighten, and his hips automatically shifted to press into Grimmjow's leg, or knee, the need to hump something very appealing, and his asshole tingled more━━his womb was beginning to open up as the heat turned deliberate.

The bean bag was large, it had to be given how tall the Arrancar himself was, he liked to lounge on it himself sometimes. That's why he had it after all. Blue eyes would look toward the Shinigami before shaking his head briefly. Not because he was exasperated or anything like that, but he'd never seen someone act the way Ichigo was. That wasn't a bad thing.

Once he was crouched down next to the beanbag, he held a glass of ice water in one hand, and watched as Ichigo moved to speak. "My bed is remade if ya would rather I held ya there." Shifting, the Arrancar would use one hand to move Ichigo's head a bit, and the other would bring the water toward him. "Like I said, I'm gonna do whatever ya ask me ta do."

He licked his lips after drinking some water, and slowly nodded. "I'd like to be back on the bed to be held." His headache was a little better with some water, and of course taking in Grimmjow's pheromones, and he looked at the other with a slightly pained-yet-aroused look on his face.

He couldn't wait to get his jeans off, the wet spot from his cock in his boxers was annoying and very stimulating as he sighed out his nose. "Thanks for the water."

Mostly because he felt it might be awkward if he used the wrong one. The glass of ice water sat on the side table behind Ichigo. "Do ya need me ta help ya drink th' water?" Having a puke flavored mouth couldn't taste good. While waiting for the Shinigami to answer him, he'd pull out a large bean bag chair he'd bought to lounge on in the sun. Once it was in a good spot, he'd walk toward his bed, before placing one hand on Ichigo's back. "Can I move ya? I wanna take th' soiled sheets off my bed ta wash 'em."

His tone wasn't angry or even remotely upset. The throwing up hadn't been on purpose. He suspected that Ichigo was in a LOT of pain. Probably more than the Shinigami was willing to show. The bean bag would also have his scent clinging to it, possibly just a little stronger than the pillow Ichigo had been laid against, since it was the other pillow the Arrancar used.

it was probably a good thing he was used to scents coming off of the others he'd helped. So any sweet scent coming off of Ichigo wouldn't get to him. He wouldn't lose control. Should Ichigo give him permission to move him when he asked, he'd place the smaller man onto the big bean bag. Then he'd strip his bed down and toss the sheets into a basket nearby. After that he'd grab a wet wipe and wipe down the waterproof liner he had on the bed itself before putting a fresh set of black sheets on the bed. "As I said before, I'm willin' ta help ya, but ya gotta tell me what ya need."

Blankly watching Grimmjow get out another place for Ichigo to be put so he could change the bedding, the orangette couldn't even move his arms well to help get picked up. He groaned when lifted, and immediately pillowed into the beanbag, curling tightly even though it hurt to get all of himself into the beanbag.

His hips wiggled and it hurt, but he was so hard... if this was what a dry heat felt like, then maybe a full real heat would probably take Ichigo out━━his head swam and his asshole felt weird.

Turning his face from being buried in the beanbag, Ichigo blinked. "I want water... then I just want to be held, with my pants off, please. It hurts so much." The tears had stained his face, and eyes were red from crying, half-open. His pheromones were all over the place, he didn't know how to stem them, though Grimmjow's Alpha pheromones did soothe a little bit.