For Grimmjow the wedding was a success and, after the free bar was opened in the reception, a blur. A never-ending swirl of food, music and dancing. He danced with his sister and with Tatsuki but almost always he had Ichigo in his arms, the younger male's smile always present and his eyes alight with happiness. All to soon the party was sending off the newlyweds under a rain of rice and into Nelliel's white Mustang Convertible with a trail of male and female shoes tied to the rear bumper. They sped off to their honeymoon waving and smiling.

The reception kept going after that but Grimmjow and Ichigo said their goodbyes early and went home. Ichigo, being the sober one, drove them to his apartment and after unlocking the door, they stumbled through, laughing. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, Grimmjow had Ichigo in his arms, mouth on his and hands roaming. Ichigo moaned softly into the kiss. They had had some serious make-out sessions and they were both ready to take it farther.

Breaking free from the kiss, Ichigo dragged Grimmjow to the bedroom, the pair shedding clothes as they went, Grimmjow trying and failing to keep his hands off Ichigo's alluring body. They fell into the bed with a flurry of blankets and laughter before they were kissing again. Ichigo slid down Grimmjow's body with a sultry grin, nibbling and placing kisses on the way. Grimmjow's breath caught at the sight of Ichigo's head hovering over his half-hard erection and then gasped, in a manly way, when the orangette took him into his mouth, lips sucking lightly on the head before sliding lower.

"Holy shit Ichi." Grimmjow moaned, bucking his hips slightly. A tongue swirled around and dug into his slit. Ichigo pushed head down slowly, going as far as he could without choking and then receded, licking his way up the length before moving back down. Grimmjow finally had to pull Ichigo off lest he lose it too early and drew him up, kissing the orangette's jaw and neck, sucking lightly, hand gently grasping and stroking Ichigo's dick.

"God, Grimm, please, fuck me already." Ichigo shuddered at the feel of Grimmjow's hand and mouth on him. The larger man chuckled and leaned over the edge of the bed, searching through his boyfriend's night stand where he had stashed a tube of lube and a condom the other night. When he came back his hand loosened, nearly dropping the items at the sight that greeted him.

Ichigo had lied back on the bed and spread his legs in invitation, erection prominent in a bed of orange curls, a blush adorning his cheek bones.

"Oh Ichi," Grimmjow said his name like a prayer, heady with lust and love. Gently and slowly, he prepared his lover's entrance, stretching him with one finger, then two, then three. Ichigo was bucking against the invading fingers, moaning when they prodded his prostate. Finally, Grimmjow slid a condom down his length, lubed up and slid inside, both of them moaning at the feeling.

Grimmjow set a slow and easy pace until Ichigo yanked on his hair and demanded, "Harder Grimm."

"As you wish," the man grinned feral and drew it out almost all the way and then shoved back in, hard and fast and deep. Ichigo grunted at the impact and moved his hips up to meet Grimm's and moaned when his prostate was hit. Grimmjow purring and swearing in alternate breaths, hips thrusting inside his lover over and over. Sweat coated their limbs, slick and hot. Moans and the sound of skin slapping skin were loud in the small room, the bed creaking.

Ichigo bit his lip as he felt his finish approaching and moaned, "G-Grimm, I'm close, ugh, mmm."

"Yes." Grimmjow hissed and shoved in violently, hand reaching up to stroke and pump Ichigo's cock.

Soon, Ichigo came with a cry, shooting white fluid over his abdomen. Grimmjow drank in the sight and growled, chasing his own orgasm. Ichigo let him, languidly moving his hips and clenching down every now and then to help Grimm along. Grimmjow orgasmed with his own shout of, "Ichi!" Muscles tense, body shuddering and head thrown back.

He rode out his orgasm slowly and finally withdrew from Ichigo's used entrance, slipping the condom off and tying it closed before disposing of it. He gently wiped Ichigo down with a wet towel and crawled back into bed drawing Ichigo into his arms, throwing the blankets over their sweaty bodies. With a kiss and mumbled, sleepy, "Love you's," from the pair, they fell asleep, intertwined and exhausted but happy.

There you go :D This was my first sexy smut scene so I hope you enjoyed it, I did my best. Would love critiques on how to make it better or you can tell me what you loved.

Thank you for reading Rockin' Strawberry. I had fun writing it so I hoped you had fun reading it.

Until next time!

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