Bleach (Grimmjow/Il Forte)
Title: Stardust
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP, minor blood-play
Summary: Grimmjow wants the world.
A/N: The prompt was Bleach, Grimmjow/Il Forte: Bloodplay - "For all the world to see". It is... loosely followed. No spoilers
Sex between them was never sweet and, most notably, never soft. Considering Grimmjow's more than violent personality, though, it was hardly a surprise. This wasn't the worst they'd done. Some nights, Il Forte would end up with his brother, asking for a discreet treatment of some particularly unsightly bruise or the like. Grimmjow never asked for the same, but, then again, he never really cared too much what he looked like. This was, however, one of the more daring ways they'd tried things.
Grimmjow exhaled, holding himself steady despite the immense pressure of their conjoined reiatsu. The gargantua gaped open above the city below as he pounded against Il Forte's slender hips. The slight arrancar beneath him bore his weight well, his gasps contented and the way he bucked back against each thrust gave the other arrancar a good idea just how much the proud bull wanted this.
There was a beauty in this sweat-filled silence, something only they could enjoy as the world carried on beneath them unawares. No one knew of their presence here, no mortal, shinigami, or arrancar, but the marks Grimmjow left would tell of this moment for days to come.
He dug his teeth against the tender skin of Il Forte's throat, taking an almost dark pleasure in the choked gasp as hierro broke easily beneath his strong jaw as he came messily into the other. Il Forte's blood shone bright in the broken starlight, glittering almost eerily on his pale skin.
"Someday," Grimmjow breathed, fingers tracing the blood along Il Forte's shoulder, like an uneven tattoo, "We'll raze this town. There'll be nothin' left."
Il Forte closed his eyes and leaned back against Grimmjow's solid frame. The way Grimmjow spoke was breathy and hungry, almost as if he were more turned on at the thought of burning the city to nothing than he was with fucking. Il Forte rolled his eyes and reached up to tangle long fingers in Grimmjow's wet hair, "And I expect I'll have trained you how to have better pillow talk by then."
"Tch," Grimmjow grinned, "Can't teach me nothin'."
Author: shinigamikender
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP, minor blood-play
Summary: Grimmjow wants the world.
A/N: The prompt was Bleach, Grimmjow/Il Forte: Bloodplay - "For all the world to see". It is... loosely followed. No spoilers
Sex between them was never sweet and, most notably, never soft. Considering Grimmjow's more than violent personality, though, it was hardly a surprise. This wasn't the worst they'd done. Some nights, Il Forte would end up with his brother, asking for a discreet treatment of some particularly unsightly bruise or the like. Grimmjow never asked for the same, but, then again, he never really cared too much what he looked like. This was, however, one of the more daring ways they'd tried things.
Grimmjow exhaled, holding himself steady despite the immense pressure of their conjoined reiatsu. The gargantua gaped open above the city below as he pounded against Il Forte's slender hips. The slight arrancar beneath him bore his weight well, his gasps contented and the way he bucked back against each thrust gave the other arrancar a good idea just how much the proud bull wanted this.
There was a beauty in this sweat-filled silence, something only they could enjoy as the world carried on beneath them unawares. No one knew of their presence here, no mortal, shinigami, or arrancar, but the marks Grimmjow left would tell of this moment for days to come.
He dug his teeth against the tender skin of Il Forte's throat, taking an almost dark pleasure in the choked gasp as hierro broke easily beneath his strong jaw as he came messily into the other. Il Forte's blood shone bright in the broken starlight, glittering almost eerily on his pale skin.
"Someday," Grimmjow breathed, fingers tracing the blood along Il Forte's shoulder, like an uneven tattoo, "We'll raze this town. There'll be nothin' left."
Il Forte closed his eyes and leaned back against Grimmjow's solid frame. The way Grimmjow spoke was breathy and hungry, almost as if he were more turned on at the thought of burning the city to nothing than he was with fucking. Il Forte rolled his eyes and reached up to tangle long fingers in Grimmjow's wet hair, "And I expect I'll have trained you how to have better pillow talk by then."
"Tch," Grimmjow grinned, "Can't teach me nothin'."