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Customer Service	By : Regulus00 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3901 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ichigo nervously studied himself in the bathroom mirror. His bright orange hair was spiked out in its characteristic fashion and his chocolate colored eyes were alert with excitement. His light blue tee hugged his form, revealing a slim waist and a lightly toned upper-body. His stone-washed jeans clung to him as if they were intent on never coming off and they made his ass look very nice, thank you very much.
                After running his hand through his unruly hair, ensuring that it remained as chaotic as possible, Ichigo forced himself out of the bathroom and slowly pulled on his gray Chucks. He sighed and plopped down on the couch. Waiting. It was only then that Ichigo realized what he was about to do.
                Oh shit. Am I that desperate?
                Ichigo stared at his wall in horror as he realized that he was about to leave the safety of his home with a strange man that he had known for less than 12 hours and make sexy-time with said stranger.
                You dirty whore! What are you thinking? This guy could kill you or…or turn you into a sex slave! (Not that he would mind that) Wait, what? What the hell are you saying? Who cares if the guy looks like sex on legs? It’s not like I want to find out if that blue is his natural hair color. It’s not like I want to see what’s under that tight, white t-shirt.
                He knew that he was lying to himself. He didn’t give a flying fuck if he knew the sexy stranger or not. He did want to know if blue was Grimmjow’s natural hair color and he did want to see what was under that t-shirt. Not to mention what was hiding in those pants. Ichigo sighed. Luckily for his libido, the doorbell chose that exact moment to ring.
                Well, it’s about freakin’ time.
                Ichigo took a deep breath and made his way to the door, slowly. He certainly didn’t need Grimmjow thinking he was anxious to get started or anything. Even if he was. Ichigo swung the door open slowly, feigning a yawn as he did so. Before him stood Grimmjow, in all his sex-godly glory.
                Ichigo suppressed a shiver. Grimmjow’s hair was spiked carefully and his eyes smoldered. He had changed into a black tank top which had to be a few sizes to small. It revealed more of the extremely sexy body Ichigo had seen earlier, emphasizing the muscular arms, defined shoulders, and hugging the man’s torso so tightly that Ichigo could make out the man’s abdominal muscles. Loose, dark jeans rested on Grimmjow’s hips, held up by the same black belt he had been wearing earlier in the day.
                What’s the deal with the six?
                Ichigo decided not to ask when, upon returning his eyes to Grimmjow’s face, he saw the grin splayed widely across it. “Uh, you wanna come in?”
                Grimmjow rolled his eyes. “Sure. Unless you want me to fuck you in the doorway.”
                Ichigo blushed brightly and grabbed Grimmjow by the shirt, pulling him inside and slamming the door as soon as the taller man was through.
                “I thought you said we were leaving?”
                “I changed my mind.” Grimmjow stepped closer to Ichigo, backing the shorter man up to the door, and leaned in, effectively placing his face a mere inch away from Ichigo’s. “You look too damn fuckable. Not putting this off any longer.”
                At least they weren’t leaving the safety of his home.
                Ichigo blushed again, briefly wondering what he had gotten himself into. He thanked his lucky stars that he lived alone but he couldn’t shake the feeling that having sex with this man would be the death of him.
Oh, well. At least he’d die happy.
Grimmjow brought his hands up and rested them on either side of Ichigo’s head. He was just about to lean into the smaller man’s lips when, quite suddenly, he was forcefully pulled down to Ichigo’s level and soft lips crushed his own.
Ichigo moaned softly when Grimmjow responded to the kiss, roughly shoving his tongue into Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo’s tongue tried desperately to establish dominance but, in the end, Grimmjow won. Ichigo was much too distracted by the feeling of Grimmjow’s tongue playfully rubbing against his own to care.
Long fingers slowly slid up Grimmjow’s neck and intertwined themselves in soft, blue locks. Grimmjow responded by moving his hands to Ichigo’s hips and pulling the shorter man flush against him.   His left hand held Ichigo in place while his right slowly worked its way under Ichigo’s shirt, caressing the toned abdomen and working its way towards pert nipples.
Ichigo moaned again as Grimmjow reached his destination and quickly pulled away from the heated kiss, yanking off his shirt and reaching for Grimmjow, intent on unclothing the man quickly. Ichigo met no resistance as he yanked Grimmjow’s shirt over his head and roughly pulled the man back down to his level. Grimmjow’s lips crushed his own as Ichigo’s hands eagerly ran down the blunette’s torso. Ichigo’s fingers collided with the large six that adorned Grimmjow’s belt. Grimmjow moaned softly when Ichigo slowly ran his finger behind the large belt buckle and into the man’s pants, slowly rubbing a small path along the waistband of the blunette’s boxers.
                Ichigo smirked into the kiss and slowly pulled at the blunette’s belt, intent on removing it in an almost torturous fashion. His hands slowly worked the buckle as Grimmjow’s fingers traced every inch of Ichigo’s torso. Ichigo pulled on the belt slowly, pulling away from the kiss and moving to Grimmjow’s neck, lightly nipping it each time the belt slipped through a loop. Grimmjow moaned quietly at each nip and responded by pulling at the buttons on Ichigo’s jeans harshly. Ichigo pulled away from the taller man’s neck and smirked up at Grimmjow as the belt fell to the floor.
Grimmjow shoved Ichigo roughly against the door causing Ichigo to moan at the harsh treatment. Ichigo’s left hand flew into Grimmjow’s hair and yanked the blunette back down to his lips while his right unbuttoned Grimmjow’s pants and slowly slide the zipper down. The blunette paused long enough to kick out of his shoes and Ichigo did the same. Ichigo’s hands made their way to Grimmjow’s jeans, pushing them over the man’s hips and letting them fall to the floor. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo against the door again, forcing a lip-crushing kiss on him. Ichigo moaned loudly and bucked his hips, rubbing his erection against Grimmjow’s.
Grimmjow growled and roughly slide Ichigo’s pants over his hips, momentarily freezing when he realized that Ichigo wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Kinky, Berry. Kinky.”
Ichigo smirked up at Grimmjow and tried to shove past the blunette, intent on moving the festivities to the bedroom.
Grimmjow’s muscular arms wrapped around Ichigo, forcing him back against the door. “Just where do you think you’re going,” he husked, leaning into Ichigo’s neck and breathing softly on his ear.
Oh shit. In here? Fuck it, fuck me now. Against the door, even. I don’t care, just do it!
“I was going to show you the way to the bedroom.” Ichigo’s voice was scarcely more than a whisper.
Grimmjow grinned wickedly. “I am going to fuck you against this door. You can show me the bedroom later.” Grimmjow’s mouth was pressed against Ichigo’s ear, his hot breath coming in ragged pants and his voice thick with lust.
Ichigo whimpered. “Do it now, then.”
Grimmjow smirked and rubbed his still-clothed erection against Ichigo’s. Ichigo moaned audibly and reached for the blue-haired man, intent on claiming another kiss. Grimmjow had other ideas and resisted, sliding past the Berry’s mouth and nipping his way slowly down the lean torso. It took Ichigo all of three seconds to realize where Grimmjow was heading and his left hand flew back into the soft blue hair while his right rested on Grimmjow’s shoulder.
Grimmjow reached Ichigo’s navel, slowly licking designs around it before dipping his tongue in and sliding it southward. The hands on Grimmjow tightened as a loud moan vibrated through Ichigo’s chest. Without warning, the blue-haired man stood and licked the side of Ichigo’ face. Ichigo barely had time to register the move when, quite suddenly, he felt the same tongue slowly sliding up his length.
Sweet Fucking Hell. I’m going to die. Right, now. Dead, just dead.
“Nnngh…Grimmjow….” Ichigo moaned quietly as Grimmjow teased his length, slowly sliding his tongue over every inch that Ichigo had to offer. Ichigo was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t even feel the finger probing his entrance. He did not feel the finger enter him. What he did feel was Grimmjow’s tongue as it slowly slid over the head of his cock, teasing the slit. When a second finger entered Ichigo, Grimmjow took Ichigo’s length fully in his mouth and began to slowly bob his head. Ichigo moaned and tightened his grip on the sex-god’s hair.
                A third finger entered Ichigo and slowly began to pump inside him. Grimmjow released Ichigo’s cock and ran his tongue slowly down the length. The fingers inside of Ichigo probed deeper, searching. Grimmjow’s tongue returned to Ichigo’s slit just as his fingers struck gold. Ichigo bucked suddenly and moaned loudly, thrusting his hips in time with Grimmjow’s pumping.
“Oh fuck. Grimmjow. Fuck me. Stop teasing and fuck me now.”
Grimmjow withdrew his fingers and licked Ichigo’s length again. “What’s my name again, Berry?”
Ichigo’s brow scrunched in confusion. “Grimmjow?”
“Say it again.”
Ichigo looked down at the blue-haired man, realization dawning on him. He smirked and lowered his voice.
“Grimmjow.” He said the name as sensually as he could and roughly pulled the man up to kiss him once more. “Grimmjow. Grimmjow. Grimmjow,” Ichigo moaned between kisses. “Grimmjow, fuck me.” Ichigo pulled his fingers out of the blunette’s hair and slid them down his torso, settling on Grimmjow’s hips and slowly pushing his black boxers to the floor.
Blue pubes. Imagine that.
Grimmjow moaned softly as Ichigo slowly ran a finger along Grimmjow’s straining length, teasing. “Grimmjow, Grimmjow please.”
Grimmjow wrapped Ichigo’s legs around him as the smaller man continued to mutter his name. Ichigo’s arms snaked around Grimmjow’s shoulders and Ichigo felt something large probing his entrance. “Say it.”
Ichigo smirked. “Grimmjow,” he moaned as loudly and as sensually as he could. Grimmjow grunted and thrust into him, burying his cock to the hilt in Ichigo’s tight heat. Ichigo whimpered slightly and Grimmjow paused, giving the smaller man time to adjust. Ichigo bucked his hips and whimpered, “Grimmjow, move.” Grimmjow complied. He slowly pulled all but the head out of Ichigo and paused again. “Say it, Berry.” Ichigo whimpered. “Grimmjow,” he whispered. “Grimmjow, Grimmjow. “
Grimmjow thrust into Ichigo and set up a rough pace. Ichigo moaned sensually and thrust his hips, trying to match his blue-haired lover’s pace. Another drawn out moan escaped Ichigo’s lips as Grimmjow repeatedly struck the smaller man’s prostate. Grimmjow crushed his lips on top of Ichigo’s and began a fierce battle with his lover’s tongue. Ichigo continued to softly moan into Grimmjow’s mouth, breaking the kiss and moaning loudly when the blue-haired man reached between them to pump Ichigo’s neglected member in time with their thrusts. Grimmjow’s grunts became louder and his thrusts more frantic as both neared their climax. Ichigo came forcefully, covering the stomachs of both men in his essence. Grimmjow felt Ichigo tighten around him and grunted loudly, thrusting faster still. “Ichigo,” he moaned and came abruptly in Ichigo’s tight heat.
The breath of both men came in ragged pants and they remained in position as they came down from their sex high. Grimmjow pulled himself slowly from Ichigo, enjoying the moan that escaped the other and rested his forehead against the Berry’s. Ichigo pulled Grimmjow to him and kissed him deeply. Grimmjow pulled away and smirked at Ichigo. “Ready to go again?” Ichigo grinned and ran his hands down his lover’s chest.
I love my job.
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