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Speed-fic. Written in 15-20 minutes. Please excuse grammatical errors/mispellings/over-all suckiness. THANKS. =D
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo [Duh]
Rating: NC-17 [YES]
A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
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Chapter Title: Elicit Memory, Illicit Action
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #4, "Our Distance and That Person" (Also for 30 Lemons: #21, "Alone Time")
Rating: NC 17 [oral, hand job]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
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Sometimes it was weeks before either party could see each other. Either party being one fifteen-year-old Shinigami (key word being fifteen-year-old), and a spontaneously horny Arrancar. Together it was a truly wonderful thing, but apart both parties were ill-tempered. During the weeks when he was sex-deprived, Ichigo would snap at almost anything. He was a ticking time bomb of anger and the fuse was barely two inches long. Grimmjow, too, had a nasty temper; threatening to disembowel anyone who would so much as look at him usually got people the fuck out of his field of vision. Nevermind that the next time the two would see each other they would fight like old enemies.
Of course, fucking like lusty lovers came right after that, but it was usually angry sex.
And who wants to come off a sexual euphoria only to feel horrible pain afterwards?
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Ichigo set down his bookbag rather roughly on chair. Well, actually, he threw it onto his chair, but that's not the point. It had been three weeks since the boy had been laid and violence had been a good alternative. He had gone looking for fights this week, imagining he had been kicking or punching Grimmjow each time. The bastard deserved it. Not only because he was depriving Kurosaki, but because sometimes the Arrancar came at the worst possible times for sex and Ichigo had given him the time of day. Now where was the asshole when he actually needed him? It was irratating to say the least.
Ichigo did remember one simple way to get rid of predicament; at least for the moment. The only bad thing was, he had done this three times last week.
Jerking-off was like watching football when you could be in a real fight, or watching porn when you could having great sex. Since Kurosaki was so addicted to Grimmjow's sexual prowess, jerking-off was nothing more than a formality. It was starting to get boring, but anything was better than no stimulation whatsoever.
The Shinigami considered himself lucky today seeing as his sisters weren't home yet and his father had run off to god-knows-where. He sighed as he locked his door and closed his blinds. Knowing his out of whack life, anybody could come popping in at any moment. Shinigami and the like never learned to knock or announce their presence, apparently. Finally, the teenager setteled onto his bed and tried to think of a fantasy that he hadn't thought of last week.
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It was a memory that would never leave, even after all that the two had done together. It was the morning after their first kiss. He had been on his way to school, trying his damndest to forget the other night had happened. Not only did he kiss his enemy, but he had enjoyed it. Throughly. He supposed that Grimmjow wouldn't come back after that. Maybe the thought of kissing him would settle in the Arrancar's head and the Espada would be forced to ask what the fuck he had done.
Ichigo never expected for the Sexta Espada to come out of absolutely nowhere and try to maul his lips off his face. He couldn't remember exactly how it began, but he could remembered being pushed back onto an alleyway wall, far from the view of some passerby. The Shinigami had to pry the other off of him to voice his opinion.
"What the fuck?!" Or lack thereof. Grimmjow licked his lips mischieviously, grinning like a cheshire cat at Ichigo the entire time.
"Came back to finish what we started."
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Ichigo blamed himself for having an overactive imagination and being able to remember what the kiss had felt like. The way those lips had felt, the way his teeth bit down on his lower lip, the way that Arrancar had sucked on his tongue. He could never forget the tongue itself either. Ichigo swears that if Grimmjow tried, he could've touched Kurosaki's tonsils with that thing. It made the teenager flush at the very things it could do.
The Shinigami remembered that, even though he had tried to block Grimmjow's assault, slim hands had opened jacket and school shirt to touch the skin underneath. Kurosaki recalled that the fingers had been cold, a sweet and satisfying contrast to his heated skin.
Ichigo mirrored this memory, slowly popping the buttons on his shirt and slipping it off his chest. His thumb pad ghosted his own nipple as he remembered how the Arrancar had immediately attacked them with his tongue. The Shinigami's breath caught when his memory saw fit to bit the raised nipple while he pinched it.
It was almost as if that moron was here. Ichigo kept his eyes closed, recalling every detail of his little daydream, slowly letting his hand creep down to his pants. His recollection of that day was still crystal clear, even after Jaggerjack had started to tenderly flick his tongue across his protruding erection. Kurosaki sighed in content as he freed himself from his pants, thumbing his head slightly.
Grimmjow had sucked solely on the head of his cock for what seemed like an eternity, but God it had felt so good.
Ichigo stroked himself slowly, now extremely hard from the memory. He remembered the blue-haired Arrancar lick down his shaft, hot breath flooding over his dick. Little by little, the Sexta Espada took the hardened shaft into his mouth, purposefully making perverted noises everytime the teenager's dick came out from between his lips.
Kurosaki trembled from the memory, coating his cock in precum to get the effect of his dream.
That tongue that belonged to the Arrancar did wonderful things to his dick, but his fingers were even better. They had found his tight entrance and one of them was able to make it in while the others teased the surronding area.
Ichigo let his free hand wander to his opening, two fingers wriggling inside and he continue to stroke himself at a faster pace. The memory was starting to become blurry.
Two bony fingers wiggled around inside while Grimmjow sucked him off at a faster pace. The two fingers almost immediately found the oh-so-great spot and rubbed continously.
The Vaizard, after some time, was able to find the patch of nerves and rubbed against it while his hand worked faster. His pants came over heavier, blood pounded in his ears. He could no longer recall the memory, the only sounds filling his ears were that of his own doing. The slippery hand against his cock, and his own moaning. He'd give anything right now to have Grimmjow there to finish him off.
A couple more strokes accompanied by his own fingering was enough to send him over the edge. He came with a deep groan and let his hands fall free.
Sex would've been better, but he guessed he could enjoy this for now.
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After he had cleaned himself off, a quiet afternoon nap was in order. He didn't even hear his rambunctious family invade the house. After two hours or so, he found himself awoken from a good dream.
But he guessed he could yell at the awakener later. He was kissing Kurosaki rather nicely. Thin lips pulled away when they realized the reciever was waking up.
"Good morning, Ichi." The Shinigami looked up to see a naughty grin hovering over him, otherwise known as Grimmjow. Jaggerjack laid kisses along side of Ichigo's neck, surprised that the kid wasn't yelling at him for leaving that long. After a moment or so, the Vaizard spoke.
"I, uh, I jerked off to you today." Grimmjow chuckled.
"Oh, really? Well, then, we're in the same boat." It was quiet after that for a few more minutes, Jaggerjack already having worked off Ichigo's shirt. "Wanna fuck?" Ichigo pulled the blue-haired Hollow into a kiss.
"Yes, please."
Speed-fic. Written in 15-20 minutes. Please excuse grammatical errors/mispellings/over-all suckiness. THANKS. =D
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo [Duh]
Rating: NC-17 [YES]
A Sardonic Liaison
30 Drabbles for Grimmjow and Ichigo
---------------
Chapter Title: Elicit Memory, Illicit Action
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ichigo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #4, "Our Distance and That Person" (Also for 30 Lemons: #21, "Alone Time")
Rating: NC 17 [oral, hand job]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Alas, everything belongs to Kubo Tite.
---------------
Sometimes it was weeks before either party could see each other. Either party being one fifteen-year-old Shinigami (key word being fifteen-year-old), and a spontaneously horny Arrancar. Together it was a truly wonderful thing, but apart both parties were ill-tempered. During the weeks when he was sex-deprived, Ichigo would snap at almost anything. He was a ticking time bomb of anger and the fuse was barely two inches long. Grimmjow, too, had a nasty temper; threatening to disembowel anyone who would so much as look at him usually got people the fuck out of his field of vision. Nevermind that the next time the two would see each other they would fight like old enemies.
Of course, fucking like lusty lovers came right after that, but it was usually angry sex.
And who wants to come off a sexual euphoria only to feel horrible pain afterwards?
---------------
Ichigo set down his bookbag rather roughly on chair. Well, actually, he threw it onto his chair, but that's not the point. It had been three weeks since the boy had been laid and violence had been a good alternative. He had gone looking for fights this week, imagining he had been kicking or punching Grimmjow each time. The bastard deserved it. Not only because he was depriving Kurosaki, but because sometimes the Arrancar came at the worst possible times for sex and Ichigo had given him the time of day. Now where was the asshole when he actually needed him? It was irratating to say the least.
Ichigo did remember one simple way to get rid of predicament; at least for the moment. The only bad thing was, he had done this three times last week.
Jerking-off was like watching football when you could be in a real fight, or watching porn when you could having great sex. Since Kurosaki was so addicted to Grimmjow's sexual prowess, jerking-off was nothing more than a formality. It was starting to get boring, but anything was better than no stimulation whatsoever.
The Shinigami considered himself lucky today seeing as his sisters weren't home yet and his father had run off to god-knows-where. He sighed as he locked his door and closed his blinds. Knowing his out of whack life, anybody could come popping in at any moment. Shinigami and the like never learned to knock or announce their presence, apparently. Finally, the teenager setteled onto his bed and tried to think of a fantasy that he hadn't thought of last week.
---------------
It was a memory that would never leave, even after all that the two had done together. It was the morning after their first kiss. He had been on his way to school, trying his damndest to forget the other night had happened. Not only did he kiss his enemy, but he had enjoyed it. Throughly. He supposed that Grimmjow wouldn't come back after that. Maybe the thought of kissing him would settle in the Arrancar's head and the Espada would be forced to ask what the fuck he had done.
Ichigo never expected for the Sexta Espada to come out of absolutely nowhere and try to maul his lips off his face. He couldn't remember exactly how it began, but he could remembered being pushed back onto an alleyway wall, far from the view of some passerby. The Shinigami had to pry the other off of him to voice his opinion.
"What the fuck?!" Or lack thereof. Grimmjow licked his lips mischieviously, grinning like a cheshire cat at Ichigo the entire time.
"Came back to finish what we started."
---------------
Ichigo blamed himself for having an overactive imagination and being able to remember what the kiss had felt like. The way those lips had felt, the way his teeth bit down on his lower lip, the way that Arrancar had sucked on his tongue. He could never forget the tongue itself either. Ichigo swears that if Grimmjow tried, he could've touched Kurosaki's tonsils with that thing. It made the teenager flush at the very things it could do.
The Shinigami remembered that, even though he had tried to block Grimmjow's assault, slim hands had opened jacket and school shirt to touch the skin underneath. Kurosaki recalled that the fingers had been cold, a sweet and satisfying contrast to his heated skin.
Ichigo mirrored this memory, slowly popping the buttons on his shirt and slipping it off his chest. His thumb pad ghosted his own nipple as he remembered how the Arrancar had immediately attacked them with his tongue. The Shinigami's breath caught when his memory saw fit to bit the raised nipple while he pinched it.
It was almost as if that moron was here. Ichigo kept his eyes closed, recalling every detail of his little daydream, slowly letting his hand creep down to his pants. His recollection of that day was still crystal clear, even after Jaggerjack had started to tenderly flick his tongue across his protruding erection. Kurosaki sighed in content as he freed himself from his pants, thumbing his head slightly.
Grimmjow had sucked solely on the head of his cock for what seemed like an eternity, but God it had felt so good.
Ichigo stroked himself slowly, now extremely hard from the memory. He remembered the blue-haired Arrancar lick down his shaft, hot breath flooding over his dick. Little by little, the Sexta Espada took the hardened shaft into his mouth, purposefully making perverted noises everytime the teenager's dick came out from between his lips.
Kurosaki trembled from the memory, coating his cock in precum to get the effect of his dream.
That tongue that belonged to the Arrancar did wonderful things to his dick, but his fingers were even better. They had found his tight entrance and one of them was able to make it in while the others teased the surronding area.
Ichigo let his free hand wander to his opening, two fingers wriggling inside and he continue to stroke himself at a faster pace. The memory was starting to become blurry.
Two bony fingers wiggled around inside while Grimmjow sucked him off at a faster pace. The two fingers almost immediately found the oh-so-great spot and rubbed continously.
The Vaizard, after some time, was able to find the patch of nerves and rubbed against it while his hand worked faster. His pants came over heavier, blood pounded in his ears. He could no longer recall the memory, the only sounds filling his ears were that of his own doing. The slippery hand against his cock, and his own moaning. He'd give anything right now to have Grimmjow there to finish him off.
A couple more strokes accompanied by his own fingering was enough to send him over the edge. He came with a deep groan and let his hands fall free.
Sex would've been better, but he guessed he could enjoy this for now.
---------------
After he had cleaned himself off, a quiet afternoon nap was in order. He didn't even hear his rambunctious family invade the house. After two hours or so, he found himself awoken from a good dream.
But he guessed he could yell at the awakener later. He was kissing Kurosaki rather nicely. Thin lips pulled away when they realized the reciever was waking up.
"Good morning, Ichi." The Shinigami looked up to see a naughty grin hovering over him, otherwise known as Grimmjow. Jaggerjack laid kisses along side of Ichigo's neck, surprised that the kid wasn't yelling at him for leaving that long. After a moment or so, the Vaizard spoke.
"I, uh, I jerked off to you today." Grimmjow chuckled.
"Oh, really? Well, then, we're in the same boat." It was quiet after that for a few more minutes, Jaggerjack already having worked off Ichigo's shirt. "Wanna fuck?" Ichigo pulled the blue-haired Hollow into a kiss.
"Yes, please."