100 Theme Challenge 64 Style

38. FUCK

Grimmjow panted wantonly as his boyfriend nipped at his bared collarbone, his erection throbbing in his pants. Ulquiorra was rarely ever so aggressive, but when he was it turned Grimmjow on so damn much. The Cuarta's infuriatingly cold hands slid teasingly over Grimmjow's heating skin, tracing his abs and his ribs while adjusting his pressure. It was maddening- but then again, anything Ulquiorra did was. The teal-haired arrancar allowed himself to shudder with a little groan as Ulquiorra's deceptively hot mouth closed over his nipple.

Ulquiorra's black, claw-like fingernails scraped at Grimmjow's tanned hips, pulling his hakama down just a little. Grimmjow squirmed as the edge of it rested lightly just above his base, teasing him. He was sure Ulquiorra did that on purpose. Ulquiorra "gently" bit Grimmjow's erect nub, and the sudden different feel made Grimmjow arch his back and gasp in the best of ways. He gripped the sheets, writhing and moaning as Ulquiorra slowly, slowly pulled his head back, the nub still caught between his sharp teeth.

"Aaah fuck yes," Grimmjow hissed as Ulquiorra's hand slipped into his hakama, cupping his engorged member. Grimmjow hummed in mixed anticipation, pleasure, and appreciation, rolling his hips up. Ulquiorra ground down with a primal, lusty growl, and when they met in the middle Grimmjow could feel just how excited Ulquiorra's little friend was for their unplanned playdate. Grimmjow was just the same.

Ulquiorra's hand left Grimmjow's cock to join the other hand at his ass even as Ulquiorra claimed Grimmjow's lips in a bruising kiss. Even though Grimmjow had to moan in disappointment, it was laced with excitement. The rough squeezing and parting of his ass cheeks made his arousal spike, because he knew what came next. Ulquiorra had stopped preparing him now that they did it so often, and the sudden initial sting was just-agh. It was fantastic. Every nerve in Grimmjow's body jumped into eager attention at the thought. Oh, hell, he wanted it bad.

Then there was a knock on the door. Before Grimmjow knew it, Ulquiorra's weight was gone and the Cuarta was readjusting his shirt as he rounded the corner. Grimmjow blinked. Wait, what? That was all too fast for him- and also not very desired a pulse from his cock reminded him.

Light streamed in as Ulquiorra opened the door. Grimmjow couldn't see the door or anything that was going on, and he knew no one could see him, but he still lay perfectly still and held his breath. Not easy, considering his rather large problem. "Yes, what is it?" Ulquiorra asked in his completely normal voice. No one would ever be able to tell that less than five seconds ago he had been very close to having his dick up his (secretly) lover's ass.

"Hey, Aizen wants you in the throne room," the lazy voice of Starrk drifted in.

"Of course," Ulquiorra monotoned. "Lead the way." The door closed, Ulquiorra on the other side of it just like that, and there was no light left in the room. Grimmjow just stared. Then he punched the bed and threw his head back.

"FUCK!"