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21. Fisting

Grimmjow tied the towel around his hips, covering himself up. His other masseuse hadn't cared if he was nude, but, well, that guy had gotten a job somewhere else and Grimmjow didn't know the new kid. They said that they were sending someone new who had just finished their training and showed a lot of promise, but that didn't tell him anything except that this kid was inexperienced. He wouldn't complain directly to him if he wasn't good, but he'd mention it to somebody higher up on the food chain. It wasn't anything against the kid, but an athlete like Grimmjow needed a real rub-down at the end of the day.

the doorbell rang downstairs, and for a second it threw Grimmjow off. Oh yeah, this new guy wouldn't just come in like the other dude. He walked down the long, soft-carpeted stairs and opened the door. And his jaw promptly dropped.

This kid was hot. Like, get to close and he gives you a third-degree burn hot. Seriously. He looked to be way too young to be doing this, like, seventeen or something, although Grimmjow doubted he was really so young. His skin was an almost ghostly pale, but not sickly, and his black hair was cut almost jaggedly around his baby like face. It shone healthily where the sun hit it. He was lanky and slim, lean muscled, and Grimmjow's sports-oriented mind immediately recognized the body type as ectomorphic. Good for running and swimming. Not so good for wrestling.

But what caught Grimmjow's attention were those incredible eyes. Those big, green eyes that didn't really look surprised by the size of the house or Grimmjow's blue hair or anything- until he noticed Grimmjow's almost-nudity, then he looked a little surprised, and was that a little blush? So cute. "Hello," the boy said, quickly snapping his eyes back up, his voice holding none of the embarrassment that had shown on his face a moment ago. "I'm the new masseuse-"

"I know," Grimmjow said. "Come on in. What's your name?"

"Ulquiorra Schiffer," the boy answered promptly, stepping in. He looked so business-like, with his little case of massaging oils and his maroon collared shirt. Actually, Grimmjow liked the long-sleeved, button-down look on that slim frame. He had even shined his shoes- and were his nails painted black? "Nice to meet you, sir." Grimmjow snorted as he started up the stairs, motioning for Ulquiorra to follow. Ulquiorra… what a unique name.

"No need to be so formal," he said, "just call me Grimmjow. You could wear casual next time too, if you're more comfortable that way. It'd be really kind of pointless to be relaxing other people if you're not relaxed yourself."

"Oh, I'm actually quite comfortable in clothes like these," Ulquiorra assured.

"Is that so?" Grimmjow asked. "Totally different from me, but then again I don't ever have to wear fancy clothes." He smiled, the kind of smile that could make women swoon. "So, hey, would it be rude of me to ask you how-?"

"Twenty," Ulquiorra answered before Grimmjow could finish, and Grimmjow blinked. "My apologies for cutting you off, but a lot of people ask me that. I've come to expect it."

"Oh, sorry," Grimmjow grinned apologetically, "I probably pissed you off, huh?" But really in his head he was going, Oh yeah, legally fuckable!

"No, not at all," Ulquiorra said. "Coming to expect something doesn't necessarily mean coming to dread it."

"Well, that's a relief," Grimmjow smiled, opening the door to a small room entirely painted dark red, with a massage table in the middle and a counter to one side for Ulquiorra to put his stuff down on. The light was entirely produced by flickering candles, and there was some Afro-Caribbean music on from Grimmjow's iPod. "Come on in," Grimmjow said. "I hope you don't mind, but I get really into the whole calming aura thing. I can turn the lights on if it bothers you."

"No, it's perfectly fine," Ulquiorra said, stepping into the room and putting his case of oils down. "Nice choice of music, by the way." Grimmjow chuckled.

"Thanks," he said. "Gotta get in the mood, y'know?" Would you like some cream or sugar with that innuendo?

"Yes I do," Ulquiorra agreed, opening his case as Grimmjow clambered onto the bed. Why, sugar would be great, thanks. "If you lay down on your stomach, I'll work on that left shoulder." Huh, he even knew Grimmjow was a left-handed pitcher. Ulquiorra knew what he was doing, or at least knew where to start.

It was silent then, except for the chanting from the speakers. It was the nice kind of silence, and Grimmjow closed his eyes and relaxed with a breath out the nose. Moments later he felt Ulquiorra's small, long-fingered, oiled hands on his back. Ulquiorra began to work on his left lat, and Grimmjow hummed in appreciation at Ulquiorra very evident skill. Hell, he hadn't expected that, but he liked it a lot. Ulquiorra really did know what he was doing.

Grimmjow's sore, overworked muscles quickly relaxed under Ulquiorra's ministrations, and it felt good. Grimmjow hummed in appreciation as a few well-placed presses released an old knot, and he could't deny that he would love to have those oiled hands on other places on his body. Mm, that would be so nice. He could practically feel those black-tipped fingers, all slicked with oil, sliding down his ribs ever-so-slowly, almost teasingly. They'd go lightly, almost enough so to tickle, and definitely enough to drive Grimmjow crazy.

In reality Ulquiorra's hands were firm, but Grimmjow wasn't thinking about reality anymore. The moment that the images had set in Grimmjow's mind, he was gone. They were incredibly sexy pictures too, although of course Grimmjow wasn't going to let Ulquiorra know that. He'd probably scare him off, and besides, Grimmjow wasn't the kind to just bang somebody. As high as his libido was, he wanted to get to know Ulquiorra, enjoy his company, and then enjoy the rest o him. Proper order of things, and such. But that didn't mean he couldn't fantasize.

Ulquiorra's hands moved up to his neck, and then onto his scalp. The action timed itself almost perfectly with the mental image of a wet, cold Ulquiorra pressing himself up against Grimmjow's broad back for warmth, which was followed by one of Grimmjow lightly smacking that cherry-colored, abused ass. Then there was one with some hot wax dripping onto Ulquiorra's flat stomach, then one of Ulquiorra tied to the headboard and blindfolded. After that, one where Grimmjow was licking whipped cream off of Ulquiorra's cock while the raven moaned wantonly- and oh, don't forget the one where Grimmjow slapped his own cock on Ulquiorra's face as he came, getting spunk all over that white skin.

Well, shit, Grimmjow was officially hard as a rock now. He could feel his cock sandwiched almost painfully between the hard massage table and his own toned stomach, and he could feel how his heartbeat was thrumming in the vein, and he could definitely feel how Ulquiorra's hands were sliding down his back. Which made Grimmjow think of Ulquiorra groping his ass as he lay there, which really did not help his problem.

"Breathe in," Ulquiorra said softly, "breathe out…" Grimmjow did, and as he exhaled Ulquiorra leaned his whole body weight on his hands, which were on either side of Grimmjow's spine. The air fled Grimmjow in a whoosh, and he would admit that he'd been surprised by the movement, but the small of his back cracked in the most delicious way. He hummed again.

"That was awesome," he murmured. "Those are some magical hands you've got."

"Thank you."

It was official- Ulquiorra totally wasn't catching Grimmjow's double meaning. Which was probably a good thing.

"Now if you'll flip over onto your back, I can get at your collarbone," Ulquiorra said, and Grimmjow's eyes snapped open. Oh shit. "You'd be surprised what a part that area can play in shoulder movement."

"Uh, well," Grimmjow said, trying to come up with an excuse quick, "my other masseuse didn't do that." Wow, Grimmjow, lame. "I mean, I'm all relaxed now, won't moving mess it up?"

"You're just flipping over," Ulquiorra pointed out.

"Well, yeah, but- I'm all comfortable," Grimmjow said.

"And you won't be comfortable on your back?"

"Look, honestly, my shoulder feels better than it has since I went pro," Grimmjow said. And yes, he really was telling the truth. He felt great. "Why don't we just save the collarbone thing for next time? I'm even cool if you come back tomorrow to do it." The look on Ulquiorra's face told Grimmjow that he totally wasn't settling for that.

"You'll feel even better if you flip over," he said.

"No, trust me, I won't," Grimmjow replied. Ulquiorra's green eyes got steely.

"Mr. Jaegerjaques, is there a reason you won't turn over?" he asked. Grimmjow swore he felt his cheeks heat up.

"No!" he said too quickly.

"Then flip over."

"No."

"Grimmjow, please flip over."

"No." Ulquiorra officially narrowed his eyes. "Shit, you're really gonna make me do it?" Grimmjow sighed. Ulquiorra's look didn't change. "Alright, okay. Don't say I didn't warn you." He gingerly moved onto his back, since he knew there was no getting out of this now, allowing his (very, very) hard cock to spring out into the air. Jesus, it really looked like a tent in the towel. Even he hadn't known he was that turned on. Now he knew he was blushing, a very bright red if he wasn't mistaken. Oh shit, this was absolutely the most mortifying thing he'd ever done. And in front of someone so cute!

He wasn't sure he wanted to see Ulquiorra's reaction, but he looked anyway. God, even the way he reacted to something like this was adorable! His eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline and his green eyes were wide and clearly surprised. There was a light blush on his face, and he was definitely staring. Could this not get any worse? Grimmjow wanted the ground to drop out from under him and swallow him up- he knew what kind of shit he could get in for this. If Ulquiorra wanted to, he could file sexual harassment. Grimmjow couldn't afford a scandal like that, and he really didn't want Ulquiorra to think he was some kind of a pervert.

Ulquiorra coughed lightly and looked quickly away, fidgeting a little. "Ahem, well… I- I'll remember that you're… sensitive, so as to avoid this in the future," he said. "Now, if you'd please lay back, I'll take care of that shoulder and be out of here in a moment." Oh, shit. He just had to interpret it like that, didn't he?

"It wasn't the massage," Grimmjow said quickly. He knew he was about to dig his own grave, but he couldn't stop the words from flying out of his mouth. "It was the masseuse." Ulquiorra's eyes went wide again, and the blush on his pale face darkened. Substantially. Grimmjow waited tensely, leaning back on his elbows and afraid to move. He had no idea how Ulquiorra would react to that, and honestly he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't get his tongue to work. Great. He digs his own grave and then doesn't do the one thing that could get him out of it.

"W-well, uh…" Ulquiorra said, averting his eyes and shifting nervously on his feet, "do you, uh- do you want some- some help?" Now it was Grimmjow's turn to have vanishing eyebrows.

"Are- are you… offering?" he asked carefully, even though just the idea was enough to make his cock throb.

"N-not because you're paying me!" Ulquiorra said quickly, almost accusingly. "I'm not a whore!"

"I wouldn't pay anyone for sex anyway," Grimmjow said absently, "it goes against my morals."

"Good for you."

There was an awkward pause, in which Grimmjow looked at Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra looked at the floor, and both of them resisted the urge to fidget. "Uhm, I-" Ulquiorra said, "I haven't exactly- I mean- that is to say that I- uhm, I don't have much, I mean I've never- as far as experience goes, I don't have- ah…" Ulquiorra's face was officially lit up like a traffic light, and he was toying with his fingers restlessly. In just that moment, he really looked like an uncertain young boy- not to say that Grimmjow was into young boys, but damn he just looked so cute and fuckable. "I- I'm not sure that I could be… satisfactory, is what I'm, uh, trying to…"

"Man," Grimmjow said, making Ulquiorra look at him nervously, "even when you're blushing you're still sexy as hell." Ulquiorra's blush grew darker.

"Sh-shut up!" he said, probably out of reflex.

"Are you sure you're twenty?" Grimmjow teased, getting up onto his hands. Ulquiorra rankled.

"Do you want my help or not?" he asked, face aflame, and Grimmjow had to take pity on him. This was sure to be incredibly embarrassing for him. Grimmjow sat up properly, letting his feet dangle off the edge of the table, and gently hooked his fingers into Ulquiorra's belt loops to pull him closer.

"If you'd like to give it," he said. "I won't press you into anything." Ulquiorra averted his eyes again and blushed a little more (God, could he get any redder?), crawling up onto the bed and sitting on his thighs. He stayed quiet, but Grimmjow understood. He scooted back, dragging Ulquiorra with him, until he was well in the middle of the table for stability's sake. He felt a warm something that he knew was Ulquiorra's hand touch his standing cock through the towel and jumped a little in surprise, but he sure as hell didn't complain. He began to unbutton Ulquiorra's shirt.

"I'm not a man who gets and doesn't give," he said, "but if I do something you're not comfortable with let me know. Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at him.

"I may not have much experience with other people," he said, "but there's very little you could do to me that I haven't done to myself." Grimmjow shivered.

"And I'm sure I'll be having wet dreams about that statement for a good few weeks," he said, getting Ulquiorra's red shirt fully unbuttoned. It fell open to reveal a vast swath of pale, pale skin that almost glowed in the candlelight and made Grimmjow's mouth water. He leaned forward and licked that collarbone, and Ulquiorra meeped, his hand tightening for just a second on Grimmjow's aching shaft. Grimmjow allowed a little grunt. Shit, that towel was rough over his cock, but it felt so good. He suckled on Ulquiorra's collarbone, planning to leave a light mark.

Ulquiorra timidly began to work him, starting out slow, but it wasn't any disappointment for Grimmjow. He hadn't expected boldness, after all, and Ulquiorra's innocent attempts were an incredible turn-on. It was so arousing to think that he would be the first man Ulquiorra ever dabbled with. Well, he'd give him a good time. He move off of Ulquiorra's collarbone, trailing light kisses up and down his neck and jaw, starting to run his hands over Ulquiorra's sensitive obliques. He was determined to make Ulquiorra harder than he had ever been in his life.

He nibbled just a little at Ulquiorra's trapezius, and Ulquiorra gasped. Grimmjow raised a brow and repeated the action, and Ulquiorra winced delectably and shuddered. "Do you like that?" Grimmjow asked and Ulquiorra nodded shyly. Grimmjow repressed a chuckle at his self-consciousness and ran his hands just under his partner's underarms. "Don't be so timid, Ulquiorra. Tell me what you like," he said, placing a kiss under the joint of the younger's jaw and trailing them down to his neck to suckle some on the trapezius.

"I… I like that," Ulquiorra said, tilting his head to give Grimmjow better access. He was still shy about it, but somehow Grimmjow liked that better, and he did say something. In reward for that, Grimmjow sent his hands lower to tickle Ulquiorra's pale stomach; Ulquiorra's abs twitched under his fingertips at the feel, and Grimmjow hummed appreciatively as Ulquiorra clutched his cock a little more boldly. Glancing down, Grimmjow realized that he was making quick work of arousing the other. Virgins were always easiest that way, but it was surprising. He hadn't even done anything yet.

He skimmed his hands up and pinched Ulquiorra's little pink nipples, deciding that he should get a move on with it then. Ulquiorra squeaked, then moaned quietly as Grimmjow lay siege to those little nubs. They really must have been sensitive, because Ulquiorra was quickly shaking and panting in Grimmjow's arms. Grimmjow noted that with interest. Luckily, Grimmjow was good with nipples- he knew just how to pinch them, how to flick them, how to pull them, and how to do it all without hurting them. Ulquiorra definitely seemed to be enjoying it as his back developed a gentle arch into Grimmjow's ministrations, his hand fumbling on Grimmjow's cock like he was loosing concentration. Which, of course, was exactly what Grimmjow was going for.

He kept one hand there as the other skimmed downward to unbutton Ulquiorra's black dress pants, making Ulquiorra gasp. Apparently even that friction was good for him. And it was good for Grimmjow too, because Ulquiorra seemed to remember his task and tentatively delved his hand into Grimmjow towel. At first it was a bold, quick move, but Grimmjow jumped in surprise (and more than a little pleasure) and Ulquiorra seemed to realize what he was doing. He froze, a look of mortification on his pretty face, and Grimmjow bit his lip to keep from thrusting up into that still, warm hand.

"I like that," Grimmjow panted, taking his own advice and surprised by how breathless he was. As if in encouragement he gently tugged Ulquiorra's pants down, just enough for his cock to be pulled out, which Grimmjow quickly did. Ulquiorra squeaked, his hips jerking, and Grimmjow gently started to knead et tender, hard flesh in his hand. The look on Ulquiorra's face was quite enjoyable, and Grimmjow loved the way the other man's cock heated his hand. If the throbbing was anything to go off of, Ulquiorra was definitely quite well towards coming already.

Ulquiorra moaned as Grimmjow worked him, but mimicked his movement oh-so-sublimely. And fuck, did those soft, long fingers feel good. So different from Grimmjow's broader, more calloused ones. Ulquiorra seemed to enjoy Grimmjow's rough-textured hand, though, shivering and wincing as Grimmjow gave him the star treatment; Grimmjow reacted right along with him as he mirrored Grimmjow's movement. Fondle the balls, pinch the head, pull the foreskin, press the nub on the underside, trace the pulsing vein, mmmm. Ulquiorra slowly but oh so wonderfully brought his massaging skill into play, stroking with a firmness that made Grimmjow melt.

Ulquiorra seemed to be melting too, his moans becoming more free. His big green eyes were closed, allowing him to just feel the sensations, his mouth open and face flushed. With his slim brows puckered and head tilted ever-so-slightly down, Grimmjow thought he really looked like a pornography poster. He was just so erotic looking. Honestly he had Grimmjow a little too horny for what they were doing, but Grimmjow wasn't complaining; in fact, he knew just what to do to finish it off, if Ulquiorra would let him. He'd love to take it all the way to sex, but chances are Ulquiorra would be done after one orgasm and Grimmjow wanted to finish off with a bang that Ulquiorra would remember forever.

Grimmjow gently urged Ulquiorra up onto his knees so that his pale chest was right in front of Grimmjow's nose, making Ulquiorra release Grimmjow's cock to hold his shoulders instead. As frustrating as that was, Grimmjow was determined to blow the other man's cute little head off even if he had to jack himself off later. Grimmjow removed his hand from Ulquiorra's now very red nipple, but attached his mouth to the more neglected one to make up for it. "Mmm!" Ulquiorra hummed, biting his lower lip as his back arched wonderfully into Grimmjow's lips. Grimmjow nipped it a little, having figured out how much pain Ulquiorra liked on that area, and Ulquiorra let out a cute, explosive cry.

Throughout all of this Grimmjow was working Ulquiorra's member, never letting up on that stimulation as he pulled Ulquiorra's pants down over his perky little butt. He smoothed over one baby-soft cheek, grasping it firmly but gently in case Ulquiorra wasn't used to it. He shouldn't have worried, because Ulquiorra's head tipped back with a moan that made Grimmjow's arousal pulse. Grimmjow spent some time there, just enough to keep Ulquiorra comfortable with the pace, but he had bigger plans than just touching. When he thought he could risk it, he took two fingers and lightly, lightly brushed Ulquiorra's twitching hole, twisting his fist on Ulquiorra's rod in case it was unwanted, and Ulquiorra gasped and looked behind him. Grimmjow couldn't tell if his face was one of worry or want.

"Too far?" he asked quickly, pulling his fingers back, but Ulquiorra's hips twitched back like they were trying to get the pressure back.

"I like it," Ulquiorra said quickly, and Grimmjow's well-tuned ear could definitely pick up on the lust in Ulquiorra's arousal-deepened voice. Oh, so he wanted it there? Maybe he did this to himself at home? Just the idea made Grimmjow's woody twitch. The thought was proven when the fingers slid in with absolutely no difficulty at all despite being unlubed- it was liked Ulquiorra'd had sex dozens of times, but he said he was a virgin. As soon as the muscles parted Ulquiorra shuddered and whined, a new and far more needy sound than he'd been letting out, and Grimmjow's eyebrows rose.

"I haven't even done anything yet," he said. Ulquiorra bit his lip, and Grimmjow realized that he was clutching his shoulders almost hard enough to hurt. Definitely turned on. To a crazy point. "Ulquiorra," Grimmjow said, a realization coming into his head, "do you enjoy stretching out your ass?" It wasn't something Grimmjow had ever heard of before, but there were all kinds of weirder kinks out there- and hell, it was actually kind of hot. And it did explain how a virgin could be so loose.

Ulquiorra blushed a bright scarlet red and looked away, embarrassed. "Yes," he replied, almost too quietly to hear, and just that admission made Grimmjow throb.

"Yeah?" Grimmjow said, adding to more fingers (and hiding his surprise when they went in just as easily as the first two). "And how do you satisfy that on your own, Ulquiorra?" Do you have toys? Or do you finger-fuck yourself?" Grimmjow realized the instant the words left his mouth that he as dirty-talking, which was his own kink that he tried to suppress. He swore at himself.

In a ridiculous stroke of luck, though, Ulquiorra didn't seem to mind his dirty habit. In fact, he almost seemed to like it. His face turned beet red, but his eyes belied his lust. "I- I use an inflatable dildo," Ulquiorra confessed, unable to meet Grimmjow's eyes, and if that wasn't encouraging smack-talk Grimmjow didn't know what was. An almost predatory longing kicked in, and Grimmjow gave in to it.

"Inflatable, huh?" he mocked. "Do you inflate it all the way? Is it big enough for you?" Ulquiorra wriggled his hips in encouragement as Grimmjow put his other hand's four fingers in, even as he whimpered at the loss of touch on his raging cock, and Grimmjow loved that heated sound. Ulquiorra's breathing came faster and deeper as he watched Grimmjow pull him apart, and if Grimmjow had been thinking totally straight he would have been amazed how easy it was. Most men weren't as thick as four fingers, but here Ulquiorra was easily loose enough for thicker.

"No," Ulquiorra answered, quaking. "I make it as big as it can get and it's not enough anymore." Grimmjow tutted.

"Really now, Ulquiorra, you're quite insatiable," he said. "Aren't you worried? You're so stretched out your hole might not be able to give your partners any pleasure." Grimmjow started to come across some resistance and pulled slower, but didn't stop. This was probably about where the dildo stopped- his fingers were a good one and a half inches apart. That was some kind of gaping. Ulquiorra gasped, clutching Grimmjow's head to his chest hard enough to almost hurt, grinding back as Grimmjow kept pulling. The tremulous moan that came out of his mouth was heavenly. Grimmjow glanced down at the other man's cock to find that he was leaking precum all over the place, not far from coming at all, and growled.

"Y-esssss," Ulquiorra hissed.

"Oh?" Grimmjow taunted. "If you're worried, why don't you stop?"

"I-I caaaaan't," Ulquiorra moaned. Grimmjow nipped the pale sternum in front of him, definitely having to pull harder now. Damn, he was really opened up! Grimmjow could fit his damn arm in there! Grimmjow's eyes went wide as his cock jumped wildly.

"Ulquiorra, lay down on your back," Grimmjow said suddenly, pulling away from Ulquiorra's crushing embrace. Ulquiorra blinked down at him with lust-fogged eyes in confusion, whimpering as Grimmjow pulled his fingers out. "Just do it," Grimmjow said, clambering off of the massage bed and turning in a circle to find Ulquiorra's massaging oils. "Are all of these safe for ingestion?" he asked as he found them.

"Most of them, why-"

"What about this one?" Grimmjow asked, grabbing one at random.

"Yes, that's safe," Ulquiorra replied as Grimmjow turned back to him. Grimmjow was pleased to find that he'd done as Grimmjow had ordered and was laying on his back on the massage bed, his knees hanging over the end of it. Perfect. "Why are you-?"

"Lube," Grimmjow said quickly, coming around to the end of the bed and nudging Ulquiorra's legs apart to get between them. "You might not normally ned it, but trust me, you want it for this." Grimmjow poured the oil generously over his forearm, not waiting to watch Ulquiorra turn red. Neither one of them could wait much longer. But he heard Ulquiorra's breath catch when he realized what Grimmjow was going to do, and when he looked Ulquiorra was staring at his slicked arm with wide eyes. "Are you alright with this?" Grimmjow asked, looking him in the eye. "I'm not doing it without your consent." After all, it was an awful lot to fit into a hole…

"Please," Ulquiorra breathed, opening his legs wider. And damn if Grimmjow's member didn't leap at that picture. God, he wanted so bad to bury himself in that hole to his balls, but he hadn't asked for permission and even as hyped as he was he wasn't about to just take someone's virginity. Grimmjow quickly lined up his fist, waiting for Ulquiorra to breathe out, and when he did Grimmjow slowly started to press in. There was a little resistance to his fist, but once he was in it was an easy thing. He thrust once, twice, three times and was buried to the elbow in Ulquiorra's heat. Ulquiorra jerked at his fast movement and be paused. Crap, had he gone too quick? He'd all but forgotten to be gentle. Ulquiorra's choked gasp and utterly shocked face were definitely worrying- until Ulquiorra moaned and ground down wantonly, head falling back. "Oh God, please don't stop," he begged, and Grimmjow growled almost feral. Fuck, that was such a turn-on.

Grimmjow started pistoning his arm, going shallow but fast. Ulquiorra screeched, arching his back wildly and grabbing the edge of the table in a white knuckled grip. Grimmjow wasn't holding anything back- he was a baseball player, and had the arm strength to prove it. He grabbed his own neglected cock and started pumping it hard, technique lost, and God did it feel good after all that fucking foreplay. "Ah- ah-ah-ah- aaaaaoooooOOO God!" Ulquiorra shouted, and Grimmjow loved the way there was a bulge in his flat little stomach to show where his arm was.

"Calling on God now, huh?" Grimmjow panted heavily. "I must really turn you on. Is it that good, huh? C'mon bitch, tell me! I wanna know!"

"Iiiiit's sssso good, ah, oh fuck!" Ulquiorra cried. With his eyes screwed shut like that, Grimmjow was sure he was trying not to come that second. "NghaaaaAAA!"

"You sound like such a little girl," Grimmjow said. "I'm hitting your prostate right now, aren't I? That's what has your ass sucking my arm in. I've got it pinned and you've never felt this good."

"Yes!" Ulquiorra shouted. "Yes yes yes! Oh God, harder, please, please-"

"Begging?" Grimmjow taunted. "Are you begging me like a little slut? God, you're such a dirty-ngh-whore." Sweat rolled down his temple. He wasn't even sure Ulquiorra could hear him anymore.

"OH GOD!" Ulquiorra yelled, "OH GOD YES, yes, oh, oh, oah, oh, oOoOOOH FUCK!" And that was it. There was too much stimulation for him to handle, and all of the built-up pleasure exploded out of him like a geyser. The force of his ass clamping down on Grimmjow's arm was incredible, and his cries and erotic face sent Grimmjow snarling over the edge. Damn, if there hadn't been so much foreplay they could have lasted longer. "AAAAHHAAH!"

Then they just sat there and panted, and as Grimmjow came down from the high he realized what he'd just done. He really did believe in the proper order of things, and now Ulquiorra had to feel so used. What Grimmjow had said to him didn't help. Grimmjow glanced over at him, and he was still panting heavy with his eyes closed, not quite past the aftermath yet. In the soft candlelight, shining with a thin sheen of sweat and with such a lovely look on his face, he really was beautiful. Grimmjow pulled his arm out as gently as possible-Ulquiorra only winced a little- and grabbed his long-discarded towel to clean the oil off his arm and wipe the sperm off Ulquiorra's stomach. Somehow there wasn't any fecal matter, which Grimmjow was grateful for. Personally, he thought that was pretty gross.

Ulquiorra's eyes hazily opened as Grimmjow was wiping off his stomach, and Grimmjow locked gazes with him for a split second. "You okay?" Grimmjow asked, throwing the towel in the trashcan. No use trying to save a dead soldier.

"Uh, yeah," Ulquiorra said. "I think so."

And then everything settled into a really damn awkward silence.

Grimmjow leaned his back against the massage table, drumming his fingers against the awkwardness sat on his back, and surely on Ulquiorra's too, in the almost total silence. Grimmjow realized his iPod had turned off- he probably hadn't charged it enough. Ulquiorra's breathing slowly returned to normal, but that was the only sound and God Grimmjow wanted to say something but he didn't know what. Even in his mind it felt totally still, like a computer when it freezes; how was it that their encounter had started out so slow and suddenly gotten so fast? Damn it all.

"Uh, sorry, I think I used up all of that oil," Grimmjow finally said. Well, it was a start.

"That's alright, it's easy to replace," Ulquiorra replied. And then it was silent again, and no matter how Grimmjow wracked his brain he just could not come up with something else. Christ, this was worse than when he'd flipped over!

Just like then, Ulquiorra was the first one to break the silence. "Uhm, your shoulder's probably all tense again after that, so I'll just fix that and be on my way," he said. Grimmjow whipped his head around to look at him, but Ulquiorra was looking away like he was ashamed.

"What?" Grimmjow asked. "No way I'm asking you to work after that! Come on, what kind of guy do you think I am?" He turned his shoulders towards the younger to look at him better. "Just stay here for a while. That was really intense for anyone, let alone a virgin. It's pretty late in the afternoon, do you have another client after this?"

"Not today," Ulquiorra said. Grimmjow turned back forward and sighed heavily, running his hand down his angular face.

"Hey, look," he said, "I got really nasty with what I said to you. I really didn't mean any of it. I kind of get like that during sex, and I wish I could stop. You're not a bitch, or a whore. I'm really sorry."

"It wasn't bad," Ulquiorra said.

"Not in the moment," Grimmjow said, "but afterwords people remember what was said, and then they start thinking about it, and then they feel like less than they are, and then everything goes to hell. And even when I tell them I didn't mean it, it's still in the back of their mind. It's how good relationships go down the tank."

"… Would it really be so hard for me to pleasure someone?" Ulquiorra asked quietly. Grimmjow looked over at him, and he hated how downcast those turned-away green eyes were.

"You really do worry about that, don't you?" Grimmjow asked. Ulquiorra nodded. He really did look desolate, and Grimmjow wanted to hit something just to get this anger at himself out. How could he make such a sweet, attractive person feel so bad about himself? "Hey, listen," Grimmjow said, turning around completely and reaching over Ulquiorra to grab the other side of the table and lean over him, "if you had to be tight as hell for someone to enjoy having sex with you there wouldn't be any hookers in the world. And in case you didn't notice, I just came harder than I've come since freshman year of college and I wasn't even inyou. So you don't feel like a virgin, what of it? There's something hypnotizing about you, and if there's a man who would turn down the chance to hop in bed with you I sure as hell haven't met him."

Ulquiorra stared up at him with his emerald green eyes surrounded by white. His high cheekbones were dusted with a light pink blush, and Grimmjow felt his own face soften. "Why don't you stay the night?" he asked. "I have plenty of guest rooms, but my pajamas might be a little big for you."

"I…" Ulquiorra said, blinking, stunned, "okay." Grimmjow felt his mouth twitch up at the sides.

"Great," he said. A small, shy smile pulled up at the sides of Ulquiorra's mouth, and Grimmjow thought that this man was truly beautiful when he smiled. "I'll go order dinner, since you probably don't want to eat my cooking. What sounds good?"

"I'm not picky."

"Pasta?"

"Sure."

…

"I should probably do that now, before it gets too late."

"Probably."

"But I don't want to leave." Ulquiorra blushed. "I think I'll show you where your room is first. Then I'll order dinner."

"I… could just stay in your room," Ulquiorra said sheepishly, and Grimmjow blinked.

"Okay," he said, smiling gently again as he picked Ulquiorra up into his arms. He felt so warm against his chest; Grimmjow had missed feeling someone relax into him like he was a safe place to be. Somehow, it seemed like the proper order of things had changed.

And Grimmjow was okay with that.
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