#solismused

nighttime prompts // accepting !

it's one of those nights where insomnia has rei staying up at ungodly hours of the night. what started out as a simple walk to clear her head ends with her at gintoki's home. she's lucky that there was still a light on inside. seems like she's not the only one awake at this time.

and so here she is, sitting outside with gintoki as to not disturb a sleeping kagura, and having a rather meaningful conversation for 1am.

Ichigo was anticipating a kiss when Grimmjow leaned in close to him. The initial press felt almost hesitant, before their lips slowly moved together, it was almost like the tattoo artist was worried about being rejected. The rock star would wrap his arms around the taller man's neck and pull him just a bit closer. He eventually felt Grimmjow's hands settle on his hips.

There was no rush with the kiss, what started out with slight hesitation grew deeper, but remained fairly tender. The closeness brought many things along with it such as the scent of Grimmjow's cologne. Something he'd not taken the time to enjoy in the past. Whatever it was, it fit the tattoo artist perfectly. He would play with the short hairs at the nape of Grimmjow's neck for a few brief moments as he melted more into the kiss he was receiving.

He had no reason to disguise any noises of pleasure or enjoyment he was getting out of the kiss. So he didn't. When his bottom lip was gently bitten, he let out a gasp which gave Grimmjow the opportunity to further deepen the kiss. Grimmjow tasted a bit like coffee and mint, the flavor, while a tad surprising was also rather fitting for the other man.

He eventually found his back pressed against something, likely due to very subtle movements on Grimmjow's part. There was no rush today, just two men enjoying exploring one another's mouths and getting even better acquainted with each other. For the rock star, it was completely different than any other kiss he'd had before. When Grimmjow leaned just a bit closer, further deepening the contact between them, one of the shorter male's hands would slide up and tangle within the tattoo artist's sky blue hair.

Very soft noises left the rock star as their tongues moved together, memorizing every part of one another's mouths. A subtle shift caused him to gasp and his eyes to finally slip closed, a gentle tug of those soft blue strands would happen as a result. There was no urgency still. Even when Ichigo's heart began beating faster, mostly at the realization that this kiss was really happening.

Another sigh left him, one of contentment, almost as if he wanted this to be more than just them kissing. He wanted it to lead to something more. Not sex. He wasn't thinking about that, but what he was hoping for was the two of them finally talking about what they wanted to happen between them.

"I-I know, I know..." Ichigo muttered the words out, moaning as Grimmjow touched him. Or kissed him. His breath hitched as he felt those hands trail up over his legs and then in to his inner thighs. The host knew just how to touch him. How to kiss him. How to drive him completely insane with desire. The poor author stuttered and stammered when he was flirted with in the public area, and that was bad enough, but in the privacy of this room?

It was ten times worse. Because Grimmjow could touch him as he desired.

"Grim-Grimmjow, please, please...please. Need more. You, anything." He was already almost totally lost to the pleasure that only Grimmjow could give him. For as shy and reserved as he was in public and even before things really got heated, he moaned like a fucking whore when Grimmjow was inside him. Maybe he was simply a slut for Grimmjow and only him?

He bit his bottom lip pretty hard, he actually broke skin, which caused a very small dribble of blood to slide down the side of his chin. When Grimmjow still didn't touch him where he needed to be touched, he let out a pathetic whimper. "Please, please, please... please touch me. Take me, make me yours, G-Grimmjow." He knew the pleasure would be positively mind-numbing and that's what he needed. For his mind to shut the hell up and let him stop overthinking things.

"I'm yours. On-only." He hiccupped and let out yet another broken moan of Grimmjow's name. If Grimmjow truly wanted him he didn't know, as far as he was aware these situations were nothing more than slaking lust. Part of the act and all that. It's not like he could ever actually say he wanted to belong to Grimmjow for real. Outside the room and club.

The growl Grimmjow let out was positively feral at his mate's words. "That what ya really want, huh?" He'd quickly pin Ichigo down to the bed on his back, wide grin upon the Arrancar's face as he looked at Ichigo's face. He could see the desire burning in those eyes, and fuck if that didn't get him going. One hand would tangle in Ichigo's messy ginger hair and tug to get his head to turn to one side before he was leaning in and dragging his tongue from collarbone to ear, and then back down before he was nipping his fiancé gently.

"I'm gonna fuckin' wreck ya, gonna fuckin' fuck ya so hard and deep yer gonna fuckin' taste me in yer fuckin' throat." He'd place one hand on Ichigo's throat and deliver a gentle squeeze. They'd never tried choking so he didn't want to press too hard and possibly freak his mate out. "Hope yer not fond of these clothes though. I'm gonna tear them off of ya." That was the only warning Ichigo got before the Arrancar was doing just that. The shirt tearing away like it was made of that tissue paper people shoved into those colorful bags.

Whatever Ichigo was wearing as bottoms was also ripped away like it was thin. He'd never ripped Ichigo's clothing off before but Ichigo did tell him he didn't want gentle, he wanted to be owned. "Fuck, look at ya, already so wet just from me rippin' yer clothes off." He chuckled before leaning down and dragging his tongue on Ichigo's cock, from balls to tip. He'd suck the tip briefly before letting it fall from his lips. "Yer such a feast for my eyes, spread out for me, leakin' from my actions... at my complete and total mercy." He grinned wickedly at that, and while Ichigo wasn't bound, they both knew he wouldn't really fight anything tonight.

Especially since he wanted to be owned, not made love to, not mated with. Just fucked like he was owned by the Arrancar. Sure, in a way he was, same as Grimmjow was owned by him. That was the beauty of mating marks. While he kept Ichigo on his back, he'd lift one of his mate's legs up onto his shoulder before turning his head to the side and biting into the flesh of his inner thigh. Hard enough to draw blood but not to a dangerous degree.

While he knew Ichigo wanted to be owned, he knew better than to take him dry, so he'd lean over to the side of the bed and rummage for the lube. All while keeping Ichigo's leg on his shoulder. Once he was settled back on his knees he'd chuckle. "Yer a flexible thing aincha?" He'd pour some lube onto his hand and spread it on three fingers before leaning forward and very quickly pushing one finger in to the second knuckle. Given how often they had sex, they didn't need to do too much prep to get Ichigo ready, but he wanted to be thorough. So he'd begin with the first finger, before adding the second, and finally the third after some minutes.

Once he felt that Ichigo was stretched well enough, he'd remove his fingers and lube of his cock after removing his own boxers. "Got me ragin' hard over here. Gonna have to make ya pay for that." A sadistic grin would appear on the Arrancar's face before he was gripping Ichigo by his hips and then thrusting into him with one stroke. "Fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good around my cock, Ichi."

He'd begin all but laying his thrusts into Ichigo, snapping his hips forward after pulling all the way out, over and over again. Possibly abusing Ichigo's prostate, but he wasn't aiming for it on purpose. Not yet. He wanted to fuck his mate stupid first. Make Ichigo think about nothing but him. Possibly even make him a drooling babbling mess.

Okay, so maybe not that.

"Who do ya belong to?" Around the time Ichigo was able to formulate a response he'd find himself flipped onto his stomach, Grimmjow having pulled out only to roughly thrust back inside him, while holding his hips in enough enough grip that there'd be finger shaped bruises on them for at least a week. Since Zangetsu seemed to like the 'sex badges' he gave his mate from time to time. One hand would lift from Ichigo's hip to deliver a solid smack to his ass, all while the Arrancar was plowing into him from behind. "Look at ya, takin' my cock like a dirty little whore." Another smack. All the while the Arrancar's balls would be making solid contact with Ichigo's ass. Both of them knew that he never meant any of the nasty things he called Ichigo whenever they got like this together.

"I don't plan on stopping. Not unless you tell me to." Ichigo had talked to her about when they became intimate with one another. He told her, if he ever touched her or did anything that made her uncomfortable to tell him. His hands roamed the parts of her body that were revealed to him currently. She still had on her bra and underwear but that was all. HIs calloused hands touched over her hips, along her stomach, and beneath her breasts a few times.

Then he was trailing fingers down her legs, along her inner thighs, and her arms as well. Just memorizing her shape and the softness of her skin. "Your skin is so soft, Orihime." He leaned close before pressing the gentlest of kisses to her lips, before trailing kisses downward. He'd kiss the top curves of her breasts, along her stomach, down along one thigh, and then up the other as he went back upward. All while his hands kept touching her.

Eventually, when she wanted to sit up, he'd reach behind her and clumsily undo her bra, revealing yet even more skin for him to touch and kiss, and worship. She was worth worshipping. She deserved it. Lips and hands would move over and against her breasts, teasing her nipples sometimes, or just massaging the soft mounds. He'd place his face between them before pressing kisses down the center of them, over her belly, and even against her underwear covered core. "You're getting wet." His comment might have made her squeak and blush but he wasn't paying too close attention, far too busy worshipping her curves.

Ichigo writhed on the bed, his skin flush with both arousal and slight embarrassment. Not that he had anything to really be embarrassed about. They'd been intimate countless times in much more scandalous places. Such as an alleyway. Or any other semi-public place. The Soul Reaper let out small whines and soft whimpers as Grimmjow's lips and fangs teased his skin.

The longer the lingering went on, the hotter he became, it wasn't on purpose, he just really wanted Grimmjow to stop teasing him already. "Grim-Grimmjow, fuck- please," Hearing the Arrancar chuckle before making eye contact with him and deliberately avoiding where he wanted that sinful mouth. When fangs found purchase in one of his inner thighs he arched up and let out a long drawn-out moan. Before he fell back onto the mattress and went back to fisting the sheets. "Please, please... fuck- I can't, I can't take much more." Only they both knew he could and he would.

Grimmjow was clearly nowhere near being done teasing him. As lips and fangs were also met by tongue, because why wouldn't Grimmjow add extra pleasure to the flushed skin he was teasing to torment his boyfriend?

Ichigo was sitting on his lap, Grimmjow would never complain about his mate and fiancé on his lap. If he did, they'd have to have Kisuke test him to ensure he'd not been body swapped or something. His hands, as always, settled right on Ichigo's hips. Even though he didn't say it often, he'd proven he loved the Soul Reaper in various different ways since they really got serious.

When Ichigo's lips met his, the kisses started off short, even chaste. He knew that would change, likely quickly. Especially since he knew how badly he'd been missed. It wasn't too often that he found himself in Hueco Mundo for longer than a few hours but this last visit kept him there for a few days, almost a full week. Ichigo had been without him for that long. So being tackled the moment he walked through the front door had kind of been expected.

When he was led to the couch and sat in the center, Ichigo sat on his lap and started kissing him over, and over, and over again. He sighed into each one, having missed his mate since the moment he left. Neither of them really liked being apart but they knew they had to be sometimes. When the last kiss was deepened and even held for a length of time, he simply groaned against Ichigo's lips, and pulled the other man closer to himself as a result.

As tongues swirled around and mapped one another's mouths again, one of his hands would slide into that messy ginger hair, claws gently scraping against Ichigo's scalp. If his fangs scraped or bit Ichigo's tongue, be it intentionally or not, he knew he'd feel his fiancé moan into his mouth. The Soul Reaper seemed to enjoy that sort of pleasurable pain.

That was something Gajeel knew about Grimmjow. His boyfriend. Fuck he could never tire of thinking about that. The sexy as all hell tattooist was his. Just as the Dragon was the tattooist's. He had Grimmjow on his side on the bed, one leg lifted up over his shoulder, and the other between his thighs as he straddled it. "I know, kitten. I know ya like it when I do this kinda thing." This kind of thing being, manhandling the other man, bending him into positions that he knew weren't uncomfortable and fucking him at a pretty rough pace.

Ruby eyes watched as his cock vanished within Grimmjow over, and over again. The way the tattooist squeezed his cock felt so good, so right. Everything felt perfect with Grimmjow. For the Dragon it just further made him feel that he came to this city specifically for Grimmjow and for no other reason. While fairly small it was still a really nice place to live. Not too expensive and it had plenty of odd jobs.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming home all in one thrust. Each stroke was matched by a noise coming from the Dragon. Be it a moan or a growl, Grimmjow was capable of eliciting many sounds from him. The way he could take his cock like it was meant to be inside him even from the very first time they had sex over his desk was something else. The sound of their skin meeting would echo in the room along with the noises the two of them were making.

Eventually, he'd pull all the way out of Grimmjow, quickly flip his boyfriend onto his hands and knees, and slam right back inside him. The pace damn near punishing. All it did was tear more of those sexy noises from the tattooist. Moans especially egged the Dragon on. Faster, harder, deeper, whatever he was begged for happened. Even if the pace was already intense. He wouldn't stop increasing it until Grimmjow stopped begging him to. "Ya want my come, right, kitten? Want me to fill this perfect ass of yers up?"