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Sex and Football	By : crunchysalad Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 60465 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 15
Ichigo put his key in the lock and turned. When he opened the door he wasn't surprised to see Grimmjow there, arms crossed and lips set in a tight little frown.
"Where the hell have you been?" Grimmjow asked.
Ichigo didn't have time for this. He mumbled a "with Aizen" as he made his way towards his bedroom and collapsed on his nice, soft bed. He just wanted to get a few hours of sleep to make up for the sleep he didn't get last night.
"I thought it was just going to be a blow job," Grimmjow said, following.
"Yeah, well, it turned into something more," Ichigo replied, snuggling into his pillow. His eyelids, drifting shut, snapped right back open again as he heard something crash and shatter. He looked over at Grimmjow and saw that the other man had just thrown a coffee mug against the wall. "What the fuck, Grimmjow?"
"I can't believe you had sex with him!"
Ichigo pushed his upper torso off the bed, scowling. He just wanted to get some sleep, dammit. "Okay, let's get something straight here: I'm not sure why I need to remind you, but we have both been sleeping with other people. And if you're okay with making me fuck your friends, you sure as hell can't complain when I fuck someone else. That's the thing when you have a relationship with no boundaries. . . you can't complain when it's not monogamous!"
"Well, maybe I want to be in a monogamous relationship, then!"
The two men glared at each other, somewhat shocked but mostly angry.
"Fine!" Ichigo finally yelled out.
"Fine!" Grimmjow yelled back, before leaving and slamming the door behind him.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed, ready for a nap now.
Ichigo didn't wake up until late in the afternoon. He still felt tired, but that was most likely due to the lingering effects of the alcohol. He was also hungry. But mostly tired. He got up and went to take a shower, feeling instantly better as soon as he got out. He pulled on new jeans and a t-shirt, then grabbed a small towel to continue drying his hair as he made his way out to the living room.
Grimmjow was there, but Ichigo expected that. The younger man looked up from the magazine he had been reading, eyes focusing on Ichigo.
"Good, you're up," Grimmjow said. "We're going out to dinner."
"What?" Ichigo asked. He was asking more because he hadn't really heard what Grimmjow was saying than because he was mad about the brusque command, but apparently Grimmjow took his question to mean the latter.
Grimmjow scowled. "Do you want to go out to dinner?"
That froze Ichigo in his tracks. His hands went still on his towel as he blinked at Grimmjow. "Excuse me?"
"Do. You. Want. To. Go. Out. To. Dinner?"
So he hadn't heard wrong. Grimmjow was actually asking him for his input, instead of just ordering him to do something. Ichigo looked around, not even sure what he was looking for. Maybe some proof that he was still asleep and dreaming. But the only thing different was Grimmjow, frowning as he waited for Ichigo to answer.
"Umm. . . okay."
"Okay, then," Grimmjow said, getting off the couch. "Let's go."
Ichigo was still standing there, a little stunned, as Grimmjow walked out the door. But he came to soon enough. He dropped his towel on the couch and followed his (exclusive?) boyfriend out the door. Grimmjow waited in the hallway as Ichigo locked up, and then he was leading the way out to the street, Ichigo trailing behind him.
Ichigo wasn't sure where they were going, but he was interested enough to find out. They had eaten out in their neighborhood multiple times, but Grimmjow was leading him in a direction they had never gone before. After several twists and turns they stood in front of a rather nondescript brick storefront, roast ducks hanging from metal hooks in the window. They walked inside, and Ichigo found himself in a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant of questionable sanitation. They seated themselves at a small square table in the corner, which was clean enough except for some smudges on the vinyl tablecloth. Grimmjow slouched down in his seat, hands in his pocket, as the waiter handed them their menus.
"I heard they have good beef chow fun here," Grimmjow all but grumbled. "So I thought you'd want to give it a try."
Ichigo blinked, a little surprised. It was true that beef chow fun was his favorite dish, but he had never told Grimmjow that. "How did you know I like that stuff?"
Grimmjow gave him an incredulous look. "I've been living with you since summer ended. You don't think I've been noticing your eating habits?"
No, actually, Ichigo hadn't. And he couldn't help the small upturn of his lips that appeared with the realization.
"I'm not going to take you to a fancy hotel restaurant," Grimmjow went on to say, even as he stared out the window. "It's not my scene and I'm not a big douche."
"Uh huh," Ichigo agreed, picking up his menu. He was a little shocked to realize that he currently seemed to be on a date with Grimmjow.
The waiter came back then and the two men ordered an assortment of their favorite dishes. The food was quickly prepared and served, and they started to pick from the communal dishes that laid in front of them. Conversation turned to the kinds of things it always turned to. . . Grimmjow's latest game, Ichigo's problems at the office, the stupid reality show they had watched together a few nights before. Ichigo wondered when things had grown so comfortable between them.
Afterwards, bellies full, they left the restaurant. Grimmjow's hand seemed to naturally slip into Ichigo's as they walked side by side down the sidewalk.
"What do you want to do now?" Grimmjow asked. "Isn't there a movie you wanted to see? That new Argentinean one?"
Ichigo blinked in disbelief. Grimmjow had actually been listening when he had mentioned that? But come to think of it, they had never seen a movie together. Despite all their time together, they never did the kinds of things couples usually did.
"Yeah," Ichigo replied. "The film noir throwback."
"Let's go then, it should be playing at that artsy theater near here."
They walked in comfortable silence to the theater, just several blocks away. It was kind of nice, acting like a normal couple for once. Ichigo realized how backwards their relationship was. They went through public sex, threesomes, and a sort of break up before they actually started dating. It could not have been further from the relatively standard courtship that had marked Ichigo's first relationship.
It didn't take long before they reached the theater. Grimmjow didn't release Ichigo's hand as they took a seat. Ichigo, murmuring something about how it was always cold in theaters, pulled closer to the other man. The movie started, and the audience groaned: there weren't any subtitles.
A few people left while others stayed. Ichigo frowned as the actors started speaking, but then Grimmjow leaned towards him, his voice low in Ichigo's ear.
"I can translate for you," he said.
Ichigo shivered at the heated whisper, then leaned just that little bit closer. For the rest of the movie Grimmjow whispered lines of dialog into his ear, Ichigo blushing the whole time.
By the time they left the theater it was dark. It was also cold, the fall about to give way to winter. In just two more games Grimmjow's first season would be over; Ichigo couldn't believe that the two of them had come so far in just a few months.
"Oh, shit," Grimmjow said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Adidas sent new cleats to my apartment in Roppongi. I completely forgot to pick them up and I need to wear them in the game tomorrow."
"Let's just go back to your place then," Ichigo suggested. "We can always sleep there if it gets too late."
Grimmjow agreed and, plans changed, they hopped in a cab to take them to Grimmjow's apartment. They hadn't actually been there in awhile; Ichigo preferred his humble apartment, and Grimmjow didn't seem to mind that. Honestly, most of Grimmjow's things were actually at Ichigo's apartment, despite the fact that they had never formally discussed moving in together.
Walking into the luxury of Grimmjow's apartment was always a disconcerting feeling, but this time as they did it even Grimmjow seemed unnerved.
"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked.
Grimmjow was scowling a little bit. But he didn't have to say anything for Ichigo to eventually realize what it was. There were noises coming from the living room, the shuffling of paper and the clinking of ice in glass. Someone else was actually home. Grimmjow strode towards the living room, Ichigo trailing behind him. Ichigo had to admit that his curiosity was more than just a little bit piqued. It had to be Grimmjow's parents. Who else would have been there? And Ichigo was dying to know what kind of people they were that Grimmjow wouldn't even speak of them.
As the living room opened up in front of them, Ichigo became aware of a man sitting on the couch, drink in hand. He was older, with hair between blond and brown and a thick but neatly-trimmed beard to match. He seemed to be tall and solidly built, probably the source of Grimmjow's own impressive build. But although the man was distinguished, he wasn't conventionally handsome, which led Ichigo to believe that Grimmjow received his good looks from his mother.
"Grimmjow," the man said. "Where exactly have you been?"
"Father," Grimmjow said, confirming Ichigo's suspicions. "I don't think that's any of your business."
Grimmjow was standing with his hands shoved in his pocket and a defiant tilt to his chin. There was also a cold kind of glare to his eyes that Ichigo had never seen before.
Grimmjow's father sighed. "As disagreeable as always. You no doubt get it from your mother-"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Grimmjow asked, cutting his father off. Right now he reminded Ichigo of a cat about to attack a feared enemy, claws out and every hair on end.
Grimmjow's father stared at him for a long, hard moment before speaking again. "Do you even have to ask? I'm here to bring you back to Spain. You've had your fun kicking your precious little ball around, but you have a company you need to learn how to run. The time for fun and games is over."
"Like fuck it is," Grimmjow said. "I don't need to do what you want me to, I'm my own man."
Grimmjow's father flickered his gaze over to Ichigo. "Are you really going to use such vulgar language in front of your guest?"
Grimmjow probably didn't care about the vulgarity, but his eyes did flicker towards Ichigo. Apparently he wasn't too keen to have Ichigo standing there witnessing his argument with his father, because the next words out of his mouth were, "Do you think you can wait for me in my room?"
"Yeah," Ichigo said. "Sure."
He turned to leave, though he kept sneaking glances backwards as he did so. Even once he got in Grimmjow's room he left the door a little bit open so that he could hear what was going on. Unfortunately, perhaps because they had realized there was a third party there, Grimmjow and his father switched over to using Spanish instead of Japanese.
Ichigo frowned as he sat down on his bed. Despite what Grimmjow's father had to say, he was sure that Grimmjow wouldn't leave Japan. And it wasn't like he was a kid dependent on his parents. He was a famous footballer worth millions. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. But as his argument with his father went on and on, each sentence seeming to grow more and more heated, Ichigo started to have his doubts.
What were they still talking about? Why was Grimmjow even contemplating this? Ichigo's frowned deepened with each minute that passed. The men's voices were getting louder and louder, the conversation more and more heated. Finally there was one particularly loud outburst from Grimmjow, and the man stomped towards his bedroom. He flung open the bedroom door.
"Ichigo," he said, obviously furious. "Get up. We're leaving."
Ichigo didn't have any reason to protest the command. He jumped off the bed and nearly ran after Grimmjow, who was already halfway towards the door. Grimmjow kept up his fast pace as they walked through the hallway to the elevator, than as they walked from the elevator to the street. He slammed the door behind them as they got into a cab, but after that he seemed to start to relax a little bit. At the very least, he had relaxed enough that Ichigo wasn't scared to ask him about what happened.
"What were you two arguing about?" Ichigo asked.
"You probably know the gist of it," Grimmjow said, scowling. "He wants me to go back to Spain and eventually take over the company. I want to play football."
"And it took you that long to go over that?" Ichigo asked.
Grimmjow shrugged. "We're both pretty stubborn. I don't give a fuck about what he wants, though. He can sell off the company when he's done with it, for all I care."
While Ichigo was glad that Grimmjow seemed set on staying here and playing football, his attitude was somewhat unsettling. "Maybe you and your dad can talk it out. Maybe he'll understand eventually. I mean, he is your dad."
"He's only my father by blood," Grimmjow said, turning to stare out the window. "He was never around when I was growing up, never said more than two sentences at a time to me. This was probably the longest conversation we've ever had. All I am to him is someone to continue the family business."
Grimmjow turned to look at Ichigo then, and his frown deepened at the expression on Ichigo's face.
"Hey," Grimmjow said, "don't look like you feel sorry for me. It's not like I resent my dad or anything. At least the guy gave me money growing up and financed my education. It's just that I don't have any kind of attachment to him, and I sure as hell am not going to do something just because he wants me to."
"What about your mom? What does she want you to do?" Ichigo asked, trying to push his luck. Grimmjow seemed pretty open right now, so Ichigo was going to take advantage of it.
"Who knows?" Grimmjow replied, shrugging. "Last I heard she was running around Hawaii with her latest boy toy, some big shot actor from Hong Kong. The thing about my parents is that they both have a thing for Asian men."
"Guess it runs in the family," Ichigo murmured, bringing a wicked grin to Grimmjow's face.
"Can't help it," Grimmjow said. "You guys are all so hot. Besides, I was born and raised here. What else am I going to date besides Japanese men?"
"So, what now?" Ichigo asked. "Is your dad going back to Spain? He's okay just letting you stay here?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "What else can he do? I want to play football, not run a business."
Ichigo nodded, glad that was taken care of so easily.
The next day Grimmjow and Ichigo headed to the stadium, but they parted when they got there. Grimmjow for the locker room, Ichigo for his company's box seat. The crowd was in even more of a fervor now than they had been all season, but Ichigo surmised that was because things would soon be coming to a close. F. C. Tokyo fans were particularly riled up because there was a chance that they would win the tournament. That is, if they could win their final two games. But their next, and final, game would be against the Kashima Antlers, which meant winning the tournament would be no small feat.
Ichigo had barely stepped into the box when he saw Urahara waving at him. And from the expression on the man's face, something was wrong. Ichigo made his way over, hoping that it had to do with Yoruichi not returning his phone calls or something equally not serious. Unfortunately, he was about to be disappointed.
"Ichigo," Urahara said, "when you first signed Grimmjow, you made sure everything was okay, right?"
"Yeah," Ichigo replied, "everything was legit."
It was a standard contract with just a few changes, and legal had approved it, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"And Grimmjow can legitimately work here? He's a Japanese citizen?"
"Yeah," Ichigo said, even as a foreboding feeling came over here. "He was born here. And he would have said something to me if he wasn't cleared to work here, right?"
Urahara shook his head. "I don't know. I got a call this morning from some hot shot lawyers. They were saying something about citizenship and work visas, and how they want to look over Grimmjow's contract. For whatever reason they want the contract broken and Grimmjow out of a job. I told them to call the boys in legal, figured they'd be able to make more sense of it then I could. I think they also called Rangiku, I don't know, she might be talking to them right now."
"That's ridiculous," Ichigo replied. "Who would even care. . ."
But then he trailed off, realizing exactly who cared enough to get Grimmjow off the team and out of sports.
"Shit," Ichigo said. "It's his dad. Grimmjow's dad is trying to get him fired."
Urahara blinked a little in disbelief. ". . . okay. And why exactly would he want to do that?"
"He wants Grimmjow to take over the family business in Spain. And he has money to waste, so whatever lawyers are calling you are probably top-notch."
"Great," Urahara said, a dark look on his face. "Freaking great. Waiter! A brandy snifter full of rum, right now!"
Ichigo crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He couldn't believe that Grimmjow's father would do that to his own son. But, then again, maybe Grimmjow had inherited his selfish streak from his father. Still, he didn't know how strong of a case Grimmjow's dad would even have. Maybe there would be nothing he could do.
Or maybe he would have Grimmjow deported.
Ichigo leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Urahara said, "if they were calling all of Grimmjow's sponsors as well. Goodbye, endorsement deals. Goodbye, Adidas. Goodbye, Coca-cola."
"Stop it," Ichigo said. "We don't know what's going to happen yet. This could amount to nothing."
"How long is Grimmjow's contract with F.C. Tokyo?"
"One season," Ichigo said. "They wanted to see how well he fit in before renewing it."
Up until now it had been a foregone conclusion that they would renew it. But if there was some reason Grimmjow couldn't play, they could forget it. And even if Grimmjow's father couldn't get him fired with these tactics, Ichigo was sure that his lawyers would discover some more, especially after they got a hold of the contracts.
"Hellooo~oo, boys."
Ichigo and Urahara looked up at the voice, surprised to see Rangiku there. She usually sat in the owner's box and rarely made the rounds to anyone else's. No, usually people came to her.
"I thought I'd find you both here," she said, taking a seat at their table. "I just had the most interesting telephone conversation, and I just could not wait to tell you all about it."
Ichigo paled. Despite Rangiku's always cheerful demeanor, he did not expect this to go well.
"Apparently," Rangiku said, "if F.C. Tokyo terminates our contract with Grimmy at the end of this season, we're guaranteed the first draft pick, in addition to whatever transfer we want. Including Ulquiorra Cifer. Everything is all very hush hush, of course, but it's quite the offer, isn't it?"
"How the hell can they even do that?" Urahara asked. "Rangiku, who exactly did you talk to?"
"One of the J. League commissioners," Rangiku answered. "This is all very much against the rules, of course, so I'm not sure why he would set this up. He must have quite a vendetta against Grimmjow."
"Or he's being bankrolled by someone else who does," Urahara muttered.
"Rangiku," Ichigo said, "you're not going to take the offer, are you?"
Rangiku shrugged. "Personally, I'd like to keep Grimmy. He gets along with the rest of the team, plus he's great eye candy to have around. And I'd rather not get into these kind of illegal dealings. If they get out, and things like this eventually do, it's just scandal for the J. League. But I'll have to talk to the team owner about it; he's the one who makes the final call, not me."
"I bet," Urahara said, "it won't be that hard to get Coca-cola and Adidas on Daddy Dearest's side. A few million dollars in the right places and they'll be happy to have someone else endorsing their products. It's not like they lack willing celebrities."
"What exactly," Rangiku interjected, "is going on?"
"Grimmjow's dad wants him out of football," Ichigo replied, already sick of explaining it. "He wants him to go to Spain and work at the family company."
"Oh, man," Rangiku said, "family issues. Never fun to deal with, huh?"
Ichigo wondered why Grimmjow couldn't be from a more normal family. He didn't want Grimmjow to go to Spain, just for his own selfish reasons. After all, they were just starting to have an actually healthy relationship. And he didn't want Grimmjow to stop playing football, for the other man's sake. Grimmjow loved football. He was indifferent to everything else, but football was his life. He shouldn't have to give that up.
"So," Rangiku said. "What are you guys going to do?"
"Well," Urahara replied. "We'll just have to discuss that now, won't we?"
They went over the situation again and again, but it usually came back to one thing: talk to legal and see what they thought. There wasn't really much else they could do, especially since they had no idea how Grimmjow's father was going to come after them. They were so caught up in strategizing that they forgot to watch the game, and couldn't even be happy about it when F.C. Tokyo won. They talked for about an hour after the stadium had mostly cleared out, and by the time Ichigo went home he was exhausted.
Grimmjow wasn't back yet. He would probably be back from celebrating with his teammates soon, which was fine. Ichigo was mentally exhausted but physically on edge. He and Urahara had worn themselves out with their speculations. Now what he needed was physical release. Pre-Grimmjow he would usually work things out at the gym in situations like this, but now that he had Grimmjow he knew that he could work out that physical stress in more pleasurable ways. Thank God for Grimmjow's trusty libido.
Fortunately, Grimmjow stumbled into the apartment not twenty minutes after Ichigo did. Ichigo could hear the man trying to get the spare key into the lock and failing several times before he actually accomplished it. And then he was stumbling through the dark apartment, banging into things and cussing on the way to the bedroom.
Ichigo turned out his nightstand light as Grimmjow appeared at the door. The man was obviously drunk, falling face-first onto the bed once he got close enough.
"Ichii~iigoo~oo," he slurred into a pillow, "we woo~oon."
Ichigo helped to turn Grimmjow over onto his back, then crawled down to remove his dirty sneakers before they could muck up the bed anymore.
"Next week we play that asshole Ulquoirra," Grimmjow continued. "I'm gonna kick his ass so bad. He's going down, Ichigo. Emo-boy is going down."
Ichigo frowned. He had never seen Grimmjow this drunk before. The other man was ridiculously good at holding his alcohol, so it must have taken a hell of a lot to get him this drunk. Well, he guess it didn't really matter. . .
Making sure to keep the space between them to a minimum, Ichigo slid back up Grimmjow's body and placed his hands on Grimmjow's chest. He leaned down, licking at the corner of Grimmjow's mouth in a teasing way. Or at least he hoped it was a teasing way. He was new to this seduction thing, and couldn't help but feel like a fool doing it. Usually it was Grimmjow who started things, but Ichigo was too impatient right now to wait for him to do that.
"Grimmjow," Ichigo said, knowing that a little dirty talk would get Grimmjow in the mood, "I really want to fuck right now. I want that big dick of yours inside me."
"Fuck yeah," Grimmjow replied. "Yeah, you know I'm down for that. Give me a blow job, Ichi, I want to feel your hot little mouth on me."
Ichigo crept back down Grimmjow's body until he was between his legs. He unbuttoned and unzipped Grimmjow's pants, then pulled the man's pants and boxers off in several rather awkward tugs. But then they were off and thrown somewhere on the floor, and Grimmjow's cock and balls were on display for Ichigo's enjoyment.
Ichigo licked his lips as he stared down at Grimmjow's cock. It was always impressive, even limp as it was now. He rested his hands on Grimmjow's thighs and dipped his head down to take it inside his mouth. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth, then sucked some more as he swirled his tongue around it. He did this for several minutes, but grew more and more frustrated with each one. No matter what he did, Grimmjow wasn't getting hard. This despite the fact that Grimmjow was obviously enjoying himself, moaning a little bit and thrusting up into Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo spit out the limp cock to scowl and glare at Grimmjow.
"What the hell, Grimmjow?"
"I'm really drunk," Grimmjow murmured back.
Ichigo was furious. Grimmjow was a freaking energizer bunny most of the time, and the one night Ichigo really needed it he was out of commission.
"You top tonight," Grimmjow said, before rolling onto his stomach.
Ichigo blinked. Then he stared down at Grimmjow's perfect ass, with just a hint of his balls peeking out from underneath. It was definitely an enticing proposition. Ichigo did enjoy topping, at least he did when he used to date Ishida. But after meeting Grimmjow bottoming had become so ridiculously enjoyable that he hardly thought about it. Plus, as dominating as Grimmjow was, and given the fact that he seemed to relate sex with control, Ichigo had never thought it was even an option.
"Are you sure?" Ichigo asked, just in case he had heard wrong.
"Yeah," Grimmjow said, waving his hand in dismissal of the question. "It'll feel good. It'll get my dick nice and hard."
"Okay," Ichigo replied. He wasn't going to press it too much; he needed to get off, and doing it inside of a tight hole was as good as doing it with a cock shoved up his ass.
Ichigo's hands came to rest on Grimmjow's ass, one on each cheek, before he starting massaging them. As he kneaded, from time to time Grimmjow's puckered hole would come into view. The sight of it made Ichigo harder, and he could feel his cock pushing out from the slit in his boxers. Occasionally as he massaged Grimmjow he would press a thumb against that hole, just ever so slightly, surprised when a low moan-like rumbled came from Grimmjow's throat.
Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's ass cheeks apart as he dipped his head down, his tongue coming out to lick against the entrance. Over and over it swept down and glided over that small hole, just teasing. Grimmjow would push back against the touch, wanting something more insistent, but Ichigo was enjoying this too much to rush it. As he licked he reached down and pulled his erection all the way out, stroking it to full hardness. Eventually he took pity on Grimmjow and shoved his tongue all the way inside of him.
"Fuck yeah," Grimmjow was saying, among other things. "Shove your tongue up my ass. Get me nice and wet for your dick to fuck."
Ichigo kept fucking Grimmjow with his tongue, pulling it out and in and swirling it around. Grimmjow was so hot and tight around it, but Ichigo could feel him soften and spread with the repeated onslaught. Grimmjow kept talking dirty to him while he was rimming the man, and the words were going straight to his groin. His cock was dripping pre-cum like crazy, and it helped to make it nice and slick.
Finally, Ichigo felt that he had warmed Grimmjow up enough; the fact that the other man was dead drunk and physically relaxed probably helped with that. He removed his mouth from the other man's hole and moved up his body. Each hand came to rest on either side of Grimmjow's shoulders and his legs came to rest bent on top of Grimmjow's legs. His cock rubbed against Grimmjow's ass, and just the friction of feeling it on Grimmjow's skin felt so good. Ichigo just humped him for a little bit, enjoying the way his cock felt as it rubbed in between the cleft of Grimmjow's ass.
Eventually he reached a hand down and gave his cock a directed push, leading it into Grimmjow's hole. He moaned as it sunk in. It had been a long time since he had felt his cock being gripped like this, and it felt amazing. He bit his lip as he pushed it in bit by bit, as that hot tightness surrounded him, until his hips were pressed against Grimmjow's ass.
"Hurry up and fuck me already," Grimmjow said, when Ichigo paused for a moment.
Ichigo nodded, then slowly pulled his cock out, until only the tip was in. Then he pushed in with one quick thrust. He did it over and over, each thrust pulling a grunt from Grimmjow's lips.
"Harder," Grimmjow groaned. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel your dick slamming into me."
Ichigo obliged and sped up his movements. Soon his hips were smacking into Grimmjow's ass with each thrust and the bed was shaking and creaking with their fucking, and yet Grimmjow was still ordering him to go harder and faster. After awhile he was really pistoning into the man, a sweat building up on his skin as he used every muscle in his lower body to fuck Grimmjow. Eventually he was able to actually shut Grimmjow up, and the only thing he heard from the other man were grunts and groans.
"I'm gonna come," Ichigo moaned, feeling so close. It felt so good fucking Grimmjow like this, feeling his cock enter that tight heat over and over again.
"Do it," Grimmjow grunted. "Come in my ass."
Ichigo moaned as he felt himself shoot, felt his balls drain deep inside of Grimmjow's ass. He kept fucking him until every jet of cum was milked from him, and then he pulled out with a wet noise.
Grimmjow rolled over and immediately started to stroke himself. His cock had become hard and flushed, and looked ready to shoot at any moment. Ichigo cuddled up to Grimmjow's side and placed his head on Grimmjow's chest, then reached a hand down to grab onto Grimmjow's cock. Their hands intertwined as they both stroked Grimmjow's off, until his big cock was shooting strands of semen out to decorate his stomach.
Grimmjow fell asleep almost instantly after orgasming, his hand still wrapped around his cock. But Ichigo didn't mind. . . at least Grimmjow had waited until they had both gotten off before passing out. He nestled into Grimmjow's side and let himself fall asleep as well.

A/N: Since Kubo has a spanish theme going with the espada, I made Grimmjow's family based in Spain, though I'm leaving his actual ethnicity open. Also, sorry to any fans who hate it when Ichigo tops Grimmjow. I understand that people have certain preferences when it comes to their porn (for instance, I will only watch videos with Heath Jordan in it if he bottoms at some point). But, in my mind, the Grimmjow in this universe is naturally a versatile top but has control issues that keep him from partaking in the 'versatile' part of his sexuality. Now that his relationship with Ichigo is more equal and isn't about Ichigo being a possession, it makes sense that he'd occasionally bottom, at least in my mind. He'll still be the domineering guy we love, though, and next chapter Ichigo will be back to bottoming ^ _ ^
Next chapter: Something involving a champagne bottle (I'm sure you fellow pervs can guess what). I really only have the smut scene left to write, so hopefully it will be posted soon!
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