"Fuck," Ichigo groaned as Grimmjow's fingers raked his most sensitive spot, "Right there... aahhh."

Grimmjow pumped once more, "There?"

Ichigo released a an anguished moan and Grimmjow's lips curled upwards.

He could feel a warm trail of precum leaking from the slit, rolling down the head of Ichigo's achin and dripping off the crest.

Ichigo needed Grimmjow inside of him.

Now.

A few quick strokes spread the lube thoroughly and Grimmjow raised himself onto his knees and scooted up to the orange haired teen.

He aligned the tip of his cock with the twitching pink pucker in front of him and licked his lips in delight. He took a shallow breath and held his aching length as he pressed forward.

Gently he prodded against Ichigo's entrance and waited for a response. Ichigo looked back but couldn't get a good view of Grimmjow without contorting himself. Not that he really needed to see what was going on. The bulbous head of Grimmjow's cock pushing against him was an obvious indication of the blue haired man's intentions. He lifted himself onto all fours, widened his stance and took a deep breath.

Grimmjow grabbed onto the firm globes of Ichigo's cheeks and tugged the cheeks apart.

Grunts and panting filled the room.

In

Out

Grimmjow was carving a path deep within Ichigo's tight heat. Ichigo gritted his teeth as Grimmjow's thick flesh continued its conquest; penetrating deeper and stretching him further until he thought he might rip in two.

The sensation of fullness was more than the product of Grimmjow's girth. His whole body felt the affect; his limbs were heavy, his stomach knotted and his heart stuttered in his chest.

Never before. Never before had he felt so deeply connected with somebody.

Then he began to thrust with more ardor; quickening his pace and increasing the force of his penetration. Each collision of hips and thrust of his cock resulted in stifled grunts. But for all the discomfort that Grimmjow's substantial thrusts caused, the pleasure was double.

"Ichi..." Grimmjow grunted, then with more effort ,"Ichigo... tell me when you going to c u m."

There was a huff of a laugh in response, "At this rate...ahhh... nghhh." Ichigo gasped a shuddered breath, "Fuck! Grimm... ahhhh."

Still thrusting evenly, Grimmjow moved a hand from its perch on Ichigo's hip and slipped it between his legs. He groped at the man's tight sac, fondling the balls that hung just in front of his own. Quickly he trailed his fingers back, and stroked the skin just in front of his stretched hole.

Ichigo went tense, bucking back and clenching around Grimmjow's hard length. At the moment of release,Grimmjow pressed his thumb firmly into the hot flesh. The orange haired teen cried out - moaning in blissful agony and aching euphoria. He bucked back harder, burying Grimmjow as deep as he physically could into that warm heat and when the last pulsing shudder ran from from his loins, up his spine and down to the tips of his toes, he collapsed.

Panting heavily, his senses returned to him and he realised there had been no purge. The pleasure of his cock could be felt in the very marrow of his bones... yet Ichigo had not c u teen was still hard - almost painfully so. A dry fuck? It must have been something Grimmjow had just done to me.

Ichigo looked back to see his hips still held in a firm grasp and a sultry grin tugging at Grimmjow's lips. The moment was broken when Grimmjow closed his eyes, tilted his head back and resumed pounding into Ichigo's tight heat. He turned back to the headboard and closed his eyes.

Clutching the sheets and arching his back, Ichigo groaned, "Please... ahh."He panted and threw his head to the side, "Please, Grimmjow!"

Grimmjow didn't consent immediately. He continued to thrust evenly, reveling in the wet heat enveloping his hard length. He too needed to release - to purge and pulse and fill the tight space with his sticky seed but he was enjoying himself too damn much to let it be over.

Finally at his limit, Grimmjow brought a hand fiercely to Ichigo's swollen cock. An anguished moan was released at the tight squeeze of Grimmjow's fist and when the hand began to pump, Ichigo went rigid with pleasure.

His back arched and head thrown back, Ichigo cursed and screamed until his throat felt raw. Ichigo came violently - milky streams shooting fast and far with each spasm.

The excruciating bliss tore through Ichigo until he was left empty, panting and barely conscious. Ichigo looked back up at Grimmjow's blue oceanic eyes.

The next thing that comes outof Grimmjow's mouth alarms Ichigo, literally...

Felling like he's falling into a endless pit, and finally opening my eyes even though I don't want to.

Ichigo wakes up, surrounded by the beige walls that have been his quarters for the last week he's been here. Resisting the urge to throw a pillow across the room in pure annoyance. He then burrows his head even more on the hard, stiff pillows. I can't hate what I've become. Finally getting up and getting dressed. I look in the mirror and what do I see?

A butler.

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