another log, sry
Who: Grimmjaw and Ulquiorra
What: smexing--Ulqui tops! :D :D :D
Where: Ulquiorra's quarters
When: After a thread last night that I don't feel like digging for, in which Ulqui looked at Grimmporn, and Grimm iconed it and made it worse.
Why: Ulqui wanted to. >.>
Rating: NC-17
Ulquiorra sent his last comment and glared at the reply. Grimmjaw had done this on purpose, he was sure. He now desired him and he couldn't make it go away. This was exactly the type of thing he had been trying to avoid before, and he was becoming frustrated with his increasing inability to do so.
Grimmjaw sonido'd to Ulquiorra's quarters, smirking. He hadn't been sure that he'd be able to crack Ulquiorra, but it had been even easier than he'd thought it would be. He paused for a moment directly outside of Ulquiorra's room, pulsing his reiatsu, but not coming inside.
Ulquiorra stood when he felt Grimmjaw's reiatsu transport suddenly to just outside his door. He allowed his own to pulse against it steadily, turning to face him. "Enter."
Grimmjaw walked into the room, trying to suppress his smirk, but still smiling. "You requested my presence, Cuatro?"
Ulquiorra didn't move. Instead he effortlessly curled his reiatsu around Grimmjaw and slammed him into the wall beside him, then approached, eyes narrowed. "You did that on purpose, Sexta." He pressed him there tightly.
Grimmjaw groaned at the pressure and stared into Ulquiorra's eyes. "It worked, didn't it?" he said, still smiling.
Ulquiorra pressed him harder, stepping up in front of him with his hands still at his sides. "And this is what you wanted?"
Grimmjaw panted, unable to take a deep breath as Ulquiorra's reiatsu squeezed his lungs. "Close enough," he managed between pants.
"I see." Ulquiorra reached up and tilted his chin down, then kissed him hard, his reiatsu continuing to pulse steadily. A moment later he pulled back just far enough to look at him. "You will delete those icons when we are finished."
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back as best he could while pinned against the wall. "Why?" he asked, smirking just the tiniest bit. "You like them."
Ulquiorra dragged his fingertips along the underside of his jaw, brushing the remains of his mask lightly. "You will delete them," he repeated, ignoring Grimmjaw's statement. "I do not want to see them used again."
Grimmjaw sucked in a shallow breath as Ulquiorra brushed the sensitive skin surrounding his mask. "But I made them for you," Grimmjaw said. "It's not very nice to turn down a gift, Ulquiorra."
"That was not a gift," Ulquiorra replied sternly, eyes narrowed. "You used them in order to get me to do this. It will not happen again." He kissed him again, long and slow in an attempt to distract him before he could reply with anything else. The matter was not negotiable. This would be a one-time thing.
Grimmjaw moaned in his throat and pushed back against Ulquiorra's reiatsu slightly, trying to wiggle enough room to take a deep breath. When Ulquiorra finally pulled away he panted heavily. "It wouldn't have worked if you didn't want me in the first place."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes and shoved. He didn't care if the other Espada couldn't breathe; he could sit there and squirm for a minute, the infuriating bastard. He reached down and traced the skin around the hole in his stomach lightly, just to make it even more difficult. "You will delete them," he said coolly. "This is not up for discussion."
Grimmjaw couldn't breathe at all for a moment, and stared back at Ulquiorra with fire in his eyes, unable to speak. After a few long moments, he gathered up as much energy as was possible without being able to breathe and shoved back, giving himself enough space to take a deep breath. "If you insist," he said defiantly between deep, ragged pants.
Ulquiorra released him, allowing his reiatsu to withdraw completely. "Good." This time he pressed him to the wall with a hand on his chest, kissing him hard again. He was tired of waiting.
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back, just as hard, and brought a now free hand up to curl into Ulquiorra's hair.
Ulquiorra ran the hand on his chest up and over his collarbone to curl around his neck, tipping his head down for better access. He curled his reiatsu around him again, but pleasantly instead of threateningly, tightening it just enough to elicit a response.
Grimmjaw moaned into Ulquiorra's mouth, the light pressure making his skin tingle. He let his free hand drift to the small of Ulquiorra's back, pulling him closer.
Ulquiorra pressed himself against Grimmjaw and lifted his other hand to run his thumb along the length of his mask, slowing the kiss to nip at his lower lip. He'd been wanting to do this for the better part of the day, and those urgent feelings were returning now. He traced the teeth in Grimmjaw's mask with his fingertips, urging him to catch up to him.
Grimmjaw groaned, slightly surprised at Ulquiorra's eagerness. He would have to rile him up like this more often. Grimmjaw didn't have to be urged twice. He broke the kiss to nip at Ulquiorra's jaw roughly, sweeping his tongue down to the sensitive skin along the left side of Ulquiorra's neck as he pulled him closer still.
Ulquiorra shivered and pressed himself against Grimmjaw, his reiatsu tightening around him as a sound tried to work its way out of his throat. He tilted his head for him to give him better access while simultaneously sliding a hand under his open jacket and down his side, slipping his fingers beneath the band holding up the hakama around his hips.
Grimmjaw groaned again, untangling his hand from Ulquiorra's hair to pull down the zipper of Ulquiorra's jacket roughly and push it from his shoulders. He paused for a moment, tracing the number four on Ulquiorra's chest with his fingertips, still getting used to the absence of the number one, before leaning back in to scrape his teeth along the newly exposed skin of Ulquiorra's throat.
Ulquiorra groaned low in his throat, Grimmjaw's teeth coupling with his rough movements to heighten his own desire. He shrugged his jacket off to keep it out of the way, then ran his hands along Grimmjaw's chest, tracing the muscles there sharply with his fingernails.
Grimmjaw's muscles twitched under Ulquiorra's fingernails and he bit down hard at the junction of Ulquiorra's shoulder and neck, letting both hands slide down to Ulquiorra's hips, thumbs hooking into the sides of his hakama roughly.
Ulquiorra gasped, his fingers scraping at Grimmjaw's chest, then moaned as the pain in his neck caused pleasure to coarse through the rest of him. He slid his hands down Grimmjaw's torso and tugged his ties loose, then wrapped them around his hand and stepped back, pulling the Espada with him. "Bed," he said simply, voice hoarse. This wouldn't work well against a wall.
Grimmjaw allowed Ulquiorra to tug him over to the bed and when they reached it pushed him down suddenly and crawled over him, tracing the number four on his chest again, this time with his tongue as his hands made quick work on the ties of Ulquiorra's hakama.
Ulquiorra grunted, surprised, and lifted his head as Grimmjaw crawled over him, then dropped it again as he felt his tongue on his chest and his fingers in his hakama. He reached up and shoved Grimmjaw's jacket off of his shoulders, writhing a little to get comfortable on the bed, then remembered who had instigated this and paused, stopping. "No," he told him, and took hold of his shoulders to roll them over, straddling his waist and pinning him down.
Grimmjaw made a small noise of surprise as Ulquiorra rolled them over. Usually, Ulquiorra was content to let Grimmjaw take charge, but this time was different. Grimmjaw, refusing to give up control without a fight, reached up to grip Ulquiorra's hips tightly and pulled him flush against him, groaning as his hips jerked involuntarily.
Ulquiorra hissed and ground against him, his nails digging into Grimmjaw's shoulders tightly. "Stop it, Sexta," he growled, meeting his eyes and glaring. "You wanted this, you will do it my way."
Grimmjaw gasped at the bite of Ulquiorra's fingernails in his shoulders and smirked, grinding his hips insistently into Ulquiorra's with a hiss. "You've never had any complaints about my way, Cuatro."
Ulquiorra choked back a low groan and grabbed Grimmjaw's hands off his hips, gripping his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head. "Today you are mine, Sexta," he panted, stilling his hips with some effort. "You will accept that peacefully or I will force you into obedience."
Grimmjaw grinned, pushing his hips up against Ulquiorra's again, and twisting his wrists, not really trying to pull them free, but still putting up a fight. "Peacefully?" he said, lifting his head in an attempt to sit up until he couldn't move any further because of Ulquiorra's hands on his wrists. "Something tells me you don't want anything 'peacefully' tonight, Cuatro." he ground his hip into Ulquiorra's again with a groan. "And I'd rather fight."
Ulquiorra was having trouble controlling his breathing. "Stop it," he ordered, shifting his hips despite his words. Grimmjaw's efforts to fight him were more arousing than anything else had so far, and it made thinking rationally much more difficult. He pressed him with his reiatsu as a warning. Grimmjaw could struggle all he wanted, but Ulquiorra knew he couldn't win.
Grimmjaw's skin tingled again with the pressure of Ulquiorra's reiatsu, and he ground his hips up again, defiantly. "Stop what?" he asked, breathing heavily and arching his back.
Ulquiorra groaned deep in his throat, gripping Grimmjaw's wrists tightly as he struggled not to react. "That," he repeated, jaw clenched. He shifted to kneel over him instead, choosing to get rid of the contact entirely instead of succumbing to it. "Stop struggling, Sexta. You made me like this on purpose; you will deal with the consequences." He kissed him roughly, moaning against his mouth, using it as an expression of his authority.
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back just as hard, biting hard at his lower lip. "You don't want me to lie here like a dead fish, though, do you, Cuatro?" he asked writhing slightly, searching for more contact somewhere. "If you want me like this, then do something."
"Nnh," Ulquiorra replied as an answer, releasing one of Grimmjaw's wrists to reach down and tug his hakama loose gruffly. He nipped carefully at the corner of his mask, trying to distract him enough to keep him from fighting back, and snaked a hand into his hakama to stroke him once, quickly.
Grimmjaw threw his head back, moaning loudly as Ulquiorra stroked him. One arm now free he brought his hand back to the small of Ulquiorra's back, pulling him down gently but insistently.
Ulquiorra growled a warning and resisted, squeezing Grimmjaw with his reiatsu to make him stop. His hand worked it's way down to brush against his entrance and he panted against his neck, trying to keep his mind clear enough to focus.
Grimmjaw stopped pressing against Ulquiorra's back, but left his hand resting there, just enjoying the sensation of Ulquiorra touching him for a moment, Ulquiorra's warm breath against his neck causing him to shiver lightly. "Do something, Cuatro," he panted. "Or I will."
Ulquiorra slipped a finger inside slowly, teasing him. "Will you," he said thickly, scraping his teeth against the pulse point in Grimmjaw's neck. "I don't think you're in any position to, Sexta."
Grimmjaw groaned and arched his back further. "I could." he breathed, writhing more insistently. "More."
"I don't believe you." Ulquiorra surrounded him so thickly with his reiatsu that it prevented him from moving, effectively pinning him to the bed so that he could do what he wished without interruption. He added another finger and scissored them quickly, his patience growing thin.
Grimmjaw let out a strangled whine, writhing as much as was possible, the pressure of Ulquiorra's reiatsu setting his skin on fire. "More," he whined again, digging his nails into Ulquiorra's back.
"No." Ulquiorra moaned softly at the way Grimmjaw looked and sounded, sinking his teeth into the curve of the Espada's neck to stifle it. "My pace," he told him, his voice muffled as he shuddered at the feeling of Grimmjaw's nails in his back. "If you don't like it," he rasped, "you can delete those images of yourself permanently." He continued to use his fingers to stretch him as quickly as he could, reiatsu preventing Grimmjaw from moving as he panted thickly against his neck.
Grimmjaw whined again, louder. "I already said I would. You're the one who saved them." He could barely move for the pressure on him, and his mind was so hazy that he didn't really care, he just wanted Ulquiorra to get on with it. He dug his fingernails deeper into Ulquiorra's back, and said, unthinkingly, "Primera...please."
Ulquiorra didn't think to correct him. Instead he removed his fingers and shoved the rest of Grimmjaw's hakama aside, letting his own fall free as well. He had to relieve some of his reiatsu's pressure so that he could lift and spread Grimmjaw's legs, holding them up as he slid quickly inside with a low groan.
Grimmjaw took a deep breath when Ulquiorra's reiatsu let up, and promptly lost it again when Ulquiorra suddenly pressed into him. His hands finally free and able to move, pressed his hands against Ulquiorra's chest, dragging his fingernails down slowly. "Move," he whined.
Ulquiorra sucked in a breath at Grimmjaw's nails, releasing his legs so he could lean over and plant his hands on either side of him, panting heavily. "Nnh," he grunted, moving slowly only as long as it took to get used to him, then thrusting faster.
Grimmjaw moaned and threw his had back as Ulquiorra increased his speed, his hands taking hold of the covers on Ulquiorra's bed and clinging tightly.
Ulquiorra watched him, breathing heavily. He was reminded of the images from earlier, but it was better when it was real, he decided, and when he was the cause of it. He leaned back a little and gripped Grimmjaw's hips tightly for better leverage, digging his nails in.
Grimmjaw grunted as Ulquiorra's fingers dug into his hips. He was winding tighter and tighter, just needing a bit more friction...he reached between them to take hold of himself and stroked in time with Ulquiorra's thrusts, moaning loudly.
Ulquiorra grunted and sped up again, watching him, the sight quickly driving him over the edge. He leaned over and thrust deeply, dragging his nails down Grimmjaw's hips as he let go with a strangled moan, then leaned his forehead against the Espada's chest and panted weakly, trying desperately to clear his head again.
Grimmjaw groaned, close, but not quite there, and dragged himself up into a sitting position, using his free hand to tug Ulquiorra up so that he could kiss him hard as he sped up the movements of his hand.
Ulquiorra made a small sound in his throat and kissed him back, the majority of his mind still gone. He recognized what Grimmjaw was trying to do and snaked a hand beneath his to help, letting his reiatsu thrum against him as strongly as he could manage.
Ulquiorra's hand on Grimmjaw, along with that extra little surge of reiatsu, was enough to send him over the edge, and he came hard, his free arm wrapped around Ulquiorra's shoulders and holding him tightly against his chest.
Ulquiorra felt him come and sighed, his body relaxing against him. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath, resting his right cheek against Grimmjaw's collarbone tiredly.
Grimmjaw lay back, pulling Ulquiorra with him and took a deep, calming breath. "Holy shit," he sighed, squeezing Ulquiorra's shoulders tightly for a moment, keeping him close. "THAT was different."
Ulquiorra ducked his head at Grimmjaw's words, tucking it under his chin so he wouldn't have to lift it again. He was too tired to argue with him, even though he wanted to, so instead he mumbled lazily and curled up comfortably on top of him. "That was your fault, Sexta."
Grimmjaw smiled lazily. "Good. Then maybe I'll do it again." He ran one hand gently up and down Ulquiorra's back, noting the angry red marks he'd left behind with his fingernails.
Ulquiorra shifted, the skin of his back sensitive from earlier. "No, you will not," he said stiffly. "This is only physical, remember?"
"I know." Grimmjaw pressed down lightly on the scratches on Ulquiorra's back. "What part of that wasn't physical?"
Ulquiorra shivered, shifting again. "I am talking about the future."
Grimmjaw tightened his arm around Ulquiorra. "What about the future?"
"You will not tempt me like that again," Ulquiorra said bluntly, squirming around until he fit more comfortably against him. "I know that's what you were doing."
Grimmjaw sighed. "You said that a physical relationship was okay."
"It is." Ulquiorra shifted again, this time in mild discomfort. "But wanting you like that is not only physical. It won't happen again."
Grimmjaw frowned. "What else is it if not physical?"
Ulquiorra wasn't sure what to say to that, so instead he mumbled irritably, "Just don't do it again."
"You don't want me to try to get you into bed anymore?" Grimmjaw said, nuzzling Ulquiorra's ear.
"Nnh," Ulquiorra replied, tilting it for him. "You may come to me whenever you wish. I do not want to have to summon you."
Grimmjaw nipped lightly at the proffered ear. "And what about you coming to me?"
"I don't want to," Ulquiorra told him, though he knew he meant that he didn't want to want to. He curled an arm around Grimmjaw's chest and hoped he caught on anyway. That aspect of it was not physical with him.
Grimmjaw nodded and sighed, tightening his hold on Ulquiorra again. "Okay."
Ulquiorra brushed his fingers over the scratches he'd left on Grimmjaw's chest peacefully for a moment, content, before he remembered why he shouldn't be doing this and stiffened, realizing he'd been enjoying it. "You should go now," he told the Espada, pulling away from him.
Grimmjaw was still for a moment before his sighed deeply, standing up and gathering his clothing. He dressed slowly, surprising himself with how badly he had wanted to stay. "Goodnight, Ulquiorra," he said, walking slowly toward the door.
Ulquiorra watched him dress, and had to close his mouth and consciously keep it that way in order to stop himself from calling him back. This was not right. He should not desire the other Arrancar's presence. He would put a stop to that by avoiding it altogether.
"Goodnight, Grimmjaw." He needed to make this desire go away. It would do him no good.
What: smexing--Ulqui tops! :D :D :D
Where: Ulquiorra's quarters
When: After a thread last night that I don't feel like digging for, in which Ulqui looked at Grimmporn, and Grimm iconed it and made it worse.
Why: Ulqui wanted to. >.>
Rating: NC-17
Ulquiorra sent his last comment and glared at the reply. Grimmjaw had done this on purpose, he was sure. He now desired him and he couldn't make it go away. This was exactly the type of thing he had been trying to avoid before, and he was becoming frustrated with his increasing inability to do so.
Grimmjaw sonido'd to Ulquiorra's quarters, smirking. He hadn't been sure that he'd be able to crack Ulquiorra, but it had been even easier than he'd thought it would be. He paused for a moment directly outside of Ulquiorra's room, pulsing his reiatsu, but not coming inside.
Ulquiorra stood when he felt Grimmjaw's reiatsu transport suddenly to just outside his door. He allowed his own to pulse against it steadily, turning to face him. "Enter."
Grimmjaw walked into the room, trying to suppress his smirk, but still smiling. "You requested my presence, Cuatro?"
Ulquiorra didn't move. Instead he effortlessly curled his reiatsu around Grimmjaw and slammed him into the wall beside him, then approached, eyes narrowed. "You did that on purpose, Sexta." He pressed him there tightly.
Grimmjaw groaned at the pressure and stared into Ulquiorra's eyes. "It worked, didn't it?" he said, still smiling.
Ulquiorra pressed him harder, stepping up in front of him with his hands still at his sides. "And this is what you wanted?"
Grimmjaw panted, unable to take a deep breath as Ulquiorra's reiatsu squeezed his lungs. "Close enough," he managed between pants.
"I see." Ulquiorra reached up and tilted his chin down, then kissed him hard, his reiatsu continuing to pulse steadily. A moment later he pulled back just far enough to look at him. "You will delete those icons when we are finished."
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back as best he could while pinned against the wall. "Why?" he asked, smirking just the tiniest bit. "You like them."
Ulquiorra dragged his fingertips along the underside of his jaw, brushing the remains of his mask lightly. "You will delete them," he repeated, ignoring Grimmjaw's statement. "I do not want to see them used again."
Grimmjaw sucked in a shallow breath as Ulquiorra brushed the sensitive skin surrounding his mask. "But I made them for you," Grimmjaw said. "It's not very nice to turn down a gift, Ulquiorra."
"That was not a gift," Ulquiorra replied sternly, eyes narrowed. "You used them in order to get me to do this. It will not happen again." He kissed him again, long and slow in an attempt to distract him before he could reply with anything else. The matter was not negotiable. This would be a one-time thing.
Grimmjaw moaned in his throat and pushed back against Ulquiorra's reiatsu slightly, trying to wiggle enough room to take a deep breath. When Ulquiorra finally pulled away he panted heavily. "It wouldn't have worked if you didn't want me in the first place."
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes and shoved. He didn't care if the other Espada couldn't breathe; he could sit there and squirm for a minute, the infuriating bastard. He reached down and traced the skin around the hole in his stomach lightly, just to make it even more difficult. "You will delete them," he said coolly. "This is not up for discussion."
Grimmjaw couldn't breathe at all for a moment, and stared back at Ulquiorra with fire in his eyes, unable to speak. After a few long moments, he gathered up as much energy as was possible without being able to breathe and shoved back, giving himself enough space to take a deep breath. "If you insist," he said defiantly between deep, ragged pants.
Ulquiorra released him, allowing his reiatsu to withdraw completely. "Good." This time he pressed him to the wall with a hand on his chest, kissing him hard again. He was tired of waiting.
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back, just as hard, and brought a now free hand up to curl into Ulquiorra's hair.
Ulquiorra ran the hand on his chest up and over his collarbone to curl around his neck, tipping his head down for better access. He curled his reiatsu around him again, but pleasantly instead of threateningly, tightening it just enough to elicit a response.
Grimmjaw moaned into Ulquiorra's mouth, the light pressure making his skin tingle. He let his free hand drift to the small of Ulquiorra's back, pulling him closer.
Ulquiorra pressed himself against Grimmjaw and lifted his other hand to run his thumb along the length of his mask, slowing the kiss to nip at his lower lip. He'd been wanting to do this for the better part of the day, and those urgent feelings were returning now. He traced the teeth in Grimmjaw's mask with his fingertips, urging him to catch up to him.
Grimmjaw groaned, slightly surprised at Ulquiorra's eagerness. He would have to rile him up like this more often. Grimmjaw didn't have to be urged twice. He broke the kiss to nip at Ulquiorra's jaw roughly, sweeping his tongue down to the sensitive skin along the left side of Ulquiorra's neck as he pulled him closer still.
Ulquiorra shivered and pressed himself against Grimmjaw, his reiatsu tightening around him as a sound tried to work its way out of his throat. He tilted his head for him to give him better access while simultaneously sliding a hand under his open jacket and down his side, slipping his fingers beneath the band holding up the hakama around his hips.
Grimmjaw groaned again, untangling his hand from Ulquiorra's hair to pull down the zipper of Ulquiorra's jacket roughly and push it from his shoulders. He paused for a moment, tracing the number four on Ulquiorra's chest with his fingertips, still getting used to the absence of the number one, before leaning back in to scrape his teeth along the newly exposed skin of Ulquiorra's throat.
Ulquiorra groaned low in his throat, Grimmjaw's teeth coupling with his rough movements to heighten his own desire. He shrugged his jacket off to keep it out of the way, then ran his hands along Grimmjaw's chest, tracing the muscles there sharply with his fingernails.
Grimmjaw's muscles twitched under Ulquiorra's fingernails and he bit down hard at the junction of Ulquiorra's shoulder and neck, letting both hands slide down to Ulquiorra's hips, thumbs hooking into the sides of his hakama roughly.
Ulquiorra gasped, his fingers scraping at Grimmjaw's chest, then moaned as the pain in his neck caused pleasure to coarse through the rest of him. He slid his hands down Grimmjaw's torso and tugged his ties loose, then wrapped them around his hand and stepped back, pulling the Espada with him. "Bed," he said simply, voice hoarse. This wouldn't work well against a wall.
Grimmjaw allowed Ulquiorra to tug him over to the bed and when they reached it pushed him down suddenly and crawled over him, tracing the number four on his chest again, this time with his tongue as his hands made quick work on the ties of Ulquiorra's hakama.
Ulquiorra grunted, surprised, and lifted his head as Grimmjaw crawled over him, then dropped it again as he felt his tongue on his chest and his fingers in his hakama. He reached up and shoved Grimmjaw's jacket off of his shoulders, writhing a little to get comfortable on the bed, then remembered who had instigated this and paused, stopping. "No," he told him, and took hold of his shoulders to roll them over, straddling his waist and pinning him down.
Grimmjaw made a small noise of surprise as Ulquiorra rolled them over. Usually, Ulquiorra was content to let Grimmjaw take charge, but this time was different. Grimmjaw, refusing to give up control without a fight, reached up to grip Ulquiorra's hips tightly and pulled him flush against him, groaning as his hips jerked involuntarily.
Ulquiorra hissed and ground against him, his nails digging into Grimmjaw's shoulders tightly. "Stop it, Sexta," he growled, meeting his eyes and glaring. "You wanted this, you will do it my way."
Grimmjaw gasped at the bite of Ulquiorra's fingernails in his shoulders and smirked, grinding his hips insistently into Ulquiorra's with a hiss. "You've never had any complaints about my way, Cuatro."
Ulquiorra choked back a low groan and grabbed Grimmjaw's hands off his hips, gripping his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head. "Today you are mine, Sexta," he panted, stilling his hips with some effort. "You will accept that peacefully or I will force you into obedience."
Grimmjaw grinned, pushing his hips up against Ulquiorra's again, and twisting his wrists, not really trying to pull them free, but still putting up a fight. "Peacefully?" he said, lifting his head in an attempt to sit up until he couldn't move any further because of Ulquiorra's hands on his wrists. "Something tells me you don't want anything 'peacefully' tonight, Cuatro." he ground his hip into Ulquiorra's again with a groan. "And I'd rather fight."
Ulquiorra was having trouble controlling his breathing. "Stop it," he ordered, shifting his hips despite his words. Grimmjaw's efforts to fight him were more arousing than anything else had so far, and it made thinking rationally much more difficult. He pressed him with his reiatsu as a warning. Grimmjaw could struggle all he wanted, but Ulquiorra knew he couldn't win.
Grimmjaw's skin tingled again with the pressure of Ulquiorra's reiatsu, and he ground his hips up again, defiantly. "Stop what?" he asked, breathing heavily and arching his back.
Ulquiorra groaned deep in his throat, gripping Grimmjaw's wrists tightly as he struggled not to react. "That," he repeated, jaw clenched. He shifted to kneel over him instead, choosing to get rid of the contact entirely instead of succumbing to it. "Stop struggling, Sexta. You made me like this on purpose; you will deal with the consequences." He kissed him roughly, moaning against his mouth, using it as an expression of his authority.
Grimmjaw kissed Ulquiorra back just as hard, biting hard at his lower lip. "You don't want me to lie here like a dead fish, though, do you, Cuatro?" he asked writhing slightly, searching for more contact somewhere. "If you want me like this, then do something."
"Nnh," Ulquiorra replied as an answer, releasing one of Grimmjaw's wrists to reach down and tug his hakama loose gruffly. He nipped carefully at the corner of his mask, trying to distract him enough to keep him from fighting back, and snaked a hand into his hakama to stroke him once, quickly.
Grimmjaw threw his head back, moaning loudly as Ulquiorra stroked him. One arm now free he brought his hand back to the small of Ulquiorra's back, pulling him down gently but insistently.
Ulquiorra growled a warning and resisted, squeezing Grimmjaw with his reiatsu to make him stop. His hand worked it's way down to brush against his entrance and he panted against his neck, trying to keep his mind clear enough to focus.
Grimmjaw stopped pressing against Ulquiorra's back, but left his hand resting there, just enjoying the sensation of Ulquiorra touching him for a moment, Ulquiorra's warm breath against his neck causing him to shiver lightly. "Do something, Cuatro," he panted. "Or I will."
Ulquiorra slipped a finger inside slowly, teasing him. "Will you," he said thickly, scraping his teeth against the pulse point in Grimmjaw's neck. "I don't think you're in any position to, Sexta."
Grimmjaw groaned and arched his back further. "I could." he breathed, writhing more insistently. "More."
"I don't believe you." Ulquiorra surrounded him so thickly with his reiatsu that it prevented him from moving, effectively pinning him to the bed so that he could do what he wished without interruption. He added another finger and scissored them quickly, his patience growing thin.
Grimmjaw let out a strangled whine, writhing as much as was possible, the pressure of Ulquiorra's reiatsu setting his skin on fire. "More," he whined again, digging his nails into Ulquiorra's back.
"No." Ulquiorra moaned softly at the way Grimmjaw looked and sounded, sinking his teeth into the curve of the Espada's neck to stifle it. "My pace," he told him, his voice muffled as he shuddered at the feeling of Grimmjaw's nails in his back. "If you don't like it," he rasped, "you can delete those images of yourself permanently." He continued to use his fingers to stretch him as quickly as he could, reiatsu preventing Grimmjaw from moving as he panted thickly against his neck.
Grimmjaw whined again, louder. "I already said I would. You're the one who saved them." He could barely move for the pressure on him, and his mind was so hazy that he didn't really care, he just wanted Ulquiorra to get on with it. He dug his fingernails deeper into Ulquiorra's back, and said, unthinkingly, "Primera...please."
Ulquiorra didn't think to correct him. Instead he removed his fingers and shoved the rest of Grimmjaw's hakama aside, letting his own fall free as well. He had to relieve some of his reiatsu's pressure so that he could lift and spread Grimmjaw's legs, holding them up as he slid quickly inside with a low groan.
Grimmjaw took a deep breath when Ulquiorra's reiatsu let up, and promptly lost it again when Ulquiorra suddenly pressed into him. His hands finally free and able to move, pressed his hands against Ulquiorra's chest, dragging his fingernails down slowly. "Move," he whined.
Ulquiorra sucked in a breath at Grimmjaw's nails, releasing his legs so he could lean over and plant his hands on either side of him, panting heavily. "Nnh," he grunted, moving slowly only as long as it took to get used to him, then thrusting faster.
Grimmjaw moaned and threw his had back as Ulquiorra increased his speed, his hands taking hold of the covers on Ulquiorra's bed and clinging tightly.
Ulquiorra watched him, breathing heavily. He was reminded of the images from earlier, but it was better when it was real, he decided, and when he was the cause of it. He leaned back a little and gripped Grimmjaw's hips tightly for better leverage, digging his nails in.
Grimmjaw grunted as Ulquiorra's fingers dug into his hips. He was winding tighter and tighter, just needing a bit more friction...he reached between them to take hold of himself and stroked in time with Ulquiorra's thrusts, moaning loudly.
Ulquiorra grunted and sped up again, watching him, the sight quickly driving him over the edge. He leaned over and thrust deeply, dragging his nails down Grimmjaw's hips as he let go with a strangled moan, then leaned his forehead against the Espada's chest and panted weakly, trying desperately to clear his head again.
Grimmjaw groaned, close, but not quite there, and dragged himself up into a sitting position, using his free hand to tug Ulquiorra up so that he could kiss him hard as he sped up the movements of his hand.
Ulquiorra made a small sound in his throat and kissed him back, the majority of his mind still gone. He recognized what Grimmjaw was trying to do and snaked a hand beneath his to help, letting his reiatsu thrum against him as strongly as he could manage.
Ulquiorra's hand on Grimmjaw, along with that extra little surge of reiatsu, was enough to send him over the edge, and he came hard, his free arm wrapped around Ulquiorra's shoulders and holding him tightly against his chest.
Ulquiorra felt him come and sighed, his body relaxing against him. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath, resting his right cheek against Grimmjaw's collarbone tiredly.
Grimmjaw lay back, pulling Ulquiorra with him and took a deep, calming breath. "Holy shit," he sighed, squeezing Ulquiorra's shoulders tightly for a moment, keeping him close. "THAT was different."
Ulquiorra ducked his head at Grimmjaw's words, tucking it under his chin so he wouldn't have to lift it again. He was too tired to argue with him, even though he wanted to, so instead he mumbled lazily and curled up comfortably on top of him. "That was your fault, Sexta."
Grimmjaw smiled lazily. "Good. Then maybe I'll do it again." He ran one hand gently up and down Ulquiorra's back, noting the angry red marks he'd left behind with his fingernails.
Ulquiorra shifted, the skin of his back sensitive from earlier. "No, you will not," he said stiffly. "This is only physical, remember?"
"I know." Grimmjaw pressed down lightly on the scratches on Ulquiorra's back. "What part of that wasn't physical?"
Ulquiorra shivered, shifting again. "I am talking about the future."
Grimmjaw tightened his arm around Ulquiorra. "What about the future?"
"You will not tempt me like that again," Ulquiorra said bluntly, squirming around until he fit more comfortably against him. "I know that's what you were doing."
Grimmjaw sighed. "You said that a physical relationship was okay."
"It is." Ulquiorra shifted again, this time in mild discomfort. "But wanting you like that is not only physical. It won't happen again."
Grimmjaw frowned. "What else is it if not physical?"
Ulquiorra wasn't sure what to say to that, so instead he mumbled irritably, "Just don't do it again."
"You don't want me to try to get you into bed anymore?" Grimmjaw said, nuzzling Ulquiorra's ear.
"Nnh," Ulquiorra replied, tilting it for him. "You may come to me whenever you wish. I do not want to have to summon you."
Grimmjaw nipped lightly at the proffered ear. "And what about you coming to me?"
"I don't want to," Ulquiorra told him, though he knew he meant that he didn't want to want to. He curled an arm around Grimmjaw's chest and hoped he caught on anyway. That aspect of it was not physical with him.
Grimmjaw nodded and sighed, tightening his hold on Ulquiorra again. "Okay."
Ulquiorra brushed his fingers over the scratches he'd left on Grimmjaw's chest peacefully for a moment, content, before he remembered why he shouldn't be doing this and stiffened, realizing he'd been enjoying it. "You should go now," he told the Espada, pulling away from him.
Grimmjaw was still for a moment before his sighed deeply, standing up and gathering his clothing. He dressed slowly, surprising himself with how badly he had wanted to stay. "Goodnight, Ulquiorra," he said, walking slowly toward the door.
Ulquiorra watched him dress, and had to close his mouth and consciously keep it that way in order to stop himself from calling him back. This was not right. He should not desire the other Arrancar's presence. He would put a stop to that by avoiding it altogether.
"Goodnight, Grimmjaw." He needed to make this desire go away. It would do him no good.