#danryokusei

Inside his place, Ichigo was laying on his bed, one hand working his aching cock, while he had two fingers moving inside himself from the other. "Ah- fuck." His back arched slightly, while his fingers were long, he couldn't always hit the spot inside himself that made him see white.

He continued to move his hand up and down along the full length of his cock, sometimes even going as far as to fondle himself a bit. A gasp was torn from him as he kept pleasuring himself while also working himself open at the same time. His head fell back against his pillow and he let out a pathetic little whimper.

The shinigami wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, so he wouldn't know if anyone was watching or close enough to hear him. His reiatsu would spike every now and then, when he felt especially good. "Nngh, shit it feels good." He didn't have a habit of talking to himself but since he was alone moaning was fine.

He was on his back with Grimmjow kneeling between his parted legs. Face was bright red, highlighting his freckles, it even felt like his ears were on fire. "Grimmjow." The way he sigh-moaned the arrancar's name out would show just how much he was enjoying the treatment. The bites to his thighs, whether Grimmjow's fangs pierced the skin or not. The only article of clothing left on him was his shirt. Which would join the rest of them sooner or later.

Or it would be torn to ribbons, it was a plain shirt, not one he was fond of.

While he was only a bit shorter than Grimmjow was he still liked letting go of his need to be the one in control of everything. Plus, he'd been the one on top the first few times they were together. Which were rather enjoyable experiences if he did say so himself. A hand would move to tangle in those soft blue spikes atop his lover's head as a particularly hard bite made his back arch from whatever he was laying on upward. "Ah- god that feels so fucking good."

As he all but flopped back down, he felt the other moving ever upward, closer and closer to his already weeping cock. Learning that he liked pain and being bitten hard enough to draw blood didn't surprise him at all. He knew there were a couple other things he liked, such as being choked, but they might get to such a thing at a later point.

Grimmjow's lap was rather comfortable, he was kind of surprised, since the arrancar looked to be all muscle. The kisses were rough, aggressive, and messy, just the way they seemed to like them to be. Tongues moving together as he moaned into the other man's mouth, his hands resting on Grimmjow's shoulders, one nearly sliding up into the arrancar's hair.

When they broke apart his eyes searched Grimmjow's for the reason why. Then he felt a hand going around his throat which caused him to moan, the sound leaving him, and the vibrations felt by the other. "Fuck." Maybe it'd been a small test, or something, Grimmjow likely testing the waters. Trying to learn what he liked or not.

His breath would wash over Grimmjow's lips due to the close proximity of their faces, and one of his hands would move to rest on Grimmjow's wrist. "You can squeeze harder, Grimmjow, I won't break." There wasn't anything wrong with him liking to be choked, right? Who knew, maybe his lover would find it hot.

Oh gods, that tone Grimmjow used sent a shiver down his spine. The shinigami would lick his suddenly dry lips, eyes focused on the arrancar. The very same arrancar he'd been actively sleeping with for months now. Stepping closer to the other man wouldn't take too long, and while doing so, he'd slowly strip his clothes off.

Just a couple feet from where Grimmjow was lounging, all that remained on him were his boxers. "This what you were after, Grimmjow?" Thumbs would hook into the waistband of his boxers as he continued to eye the arrancar. Grimmjow always looked so fine but adding the tone he'd spoken to him in made the other man even hotter.

If that were possible, anyway.

What, with his sky blue hair, and bright blue eyes? Never mind his body. Grimmjow was the entire package, rolled into one bloodthirsty, battle hungry sex god. He swore that the arrancar had to have been carved from marble or something because nobody could look the way he did naturally. Right? Should Grimmjow make any sort of noise, be it a growl, or a grunt, his boxers would very quickly be shed before he crawled toward the arrancar.

"You- what? Grimmjow, oh my god!" Seeing the arrancar with something sticking out of his body like it was nothing wasn't anything he'd had on his bingo card for the year. "Get in here so I can clean you up." It was less a suggestion and more a demand.

Once his heart calmed down he'd grab Grimmjow by his wrist and pull him inside his place. "Let me get my first aid kit, I want to clean and treat the wound before having you shower. Then I'll wrap it for you." He didn't care about the 'other guy' he cares about Grimmjow.

Once the first aid kit was in hand he returned to where he left Grimmjow. "You're not allowed to die on me, Grimmjow. We have a deal." Words were growled though there wasn't any real anger behind them. Hands would begin working on whatever the arrancar was wearing, so he could get to the weapon and the wound itself. "I'm going to have to pull this out. You can handle that, right?" Grimmjow was tough he knew that much after their various fights. He even remembered losing the first two.

The large weapon sticking out of Grimmjow wasn't hard to tug out. Bracing himself so he didn't cause too much damage, he'd toss it onto the floor. Cleaning blood off wasn't hard for him anymore. Once the weapon was out, he grabbed a large cloth from his loaded first aid kit. "It's not as bad as I thought it was but I still want you to take a shower. Or a bath if you prefer that. I can help you clean up if it's necessary."

"I'm fine, Grimmjow. It's just a scratch." The fact that Grimmjow was tending to a cut on his cheek that blood was dripping out of slowly was a bit surprising. The cloth the arrancar was using was soft, too.

Sitting still wasn't overly difficult for him at all, unlike those who were always on the move, he liked to relax whenever he could, which wasn't often. "Does it really look that bad?" The curiosity in his tone was real because he healed fairly quick. Perhaps Grimmjow was simply cleaning the blood off as the wound was likely healed already.

"Thank you." It was pretty odd for him to thank someone who used to be his enemy, but, Grimmjow and he weren't trying to kill one another anymore. They hadn't for a number of years now.