Stray

The first thing Grimmjow noticed once he regained consciousness was that he was nice and warm and lying on something soft and dry. Slitted cyan eyes snapped open automatically before the hybrid blinked sleepily, his mind catching up with his body. He slowly sat up, surveying the well lived-in room until his eyes made out someone sleeping on the floor. He quirked an eyebrow and being ever so curious like his species tends to be, Grimmjow left the warmth of the bed to investigate, hissing quietly when he accidentally jarred his aching wounds. He landed on the floor with a soft ‘thud’, crouched down low before crawling over to the sleeping figure warily.



He reached out a clawed hand and nudged the body onto its back. What he saw stunned him. It was a human boy, still youthful in his adolescence, with spiky hair…that was orange? Though, he wasn’t sure about that since it was still dark out. Hm, how interesting. Grimmjow let his eyes wander, taking in the attractive face, innocent and relaxed in slumber, the strong yet slim body, those soft-looking lips…



He leaned down, wanting to have a better look, until he was poised above the human, and ended up sniffing along his neck. A deep rumble started up from the bottom of his chest at the intoxicating scent wafting off the human. “Mmm…mate…” Narrowed blue eyes flashed as instincts took over, telling him this was The One for him. At last, he’s found him, and he’s unclaimed. What luck. With a possessive grin, Grimmjow stuck out his rough tongue to lick the neck of his intended, tasting strawberries and cream, and was rewarded with a small mumbled moan. He smirked into the soft skin of the boy’s throat and nuzzled his face into it.



“Mmh, wha?” His intended muttered sleepily, unconsciously tilting his head and baring his neck at the pleasant sensation much to Grimmjow’s delight. From his peripheral vision, Grimmjow watched the boy’s eyes peek open a bit only to snap open all the way at the sight and feel of the cat hovering above him. “What the hell? Neko-kun?!” were the first words his intended uttered to him, so confused and disoriented and still partially asleep. Grimmjow moved back to look into wide tea colored eyes, and with a predatory smile, he swooped down to devour those soft, tempting lips. “Mmm!” the human struggled, thrashing his body around so much so that Grimmjow had to hold his hands over his head with one hand, the other holding down a narrow hip. The feline also threw a leg over to straddle and pin down his legs with his own weight, preventing them from kicking him.



Turning his face away, Ichigo finally managed to break the kiss with a loud gasp for breath. “Bad kitty! Get off me!” he demanded as he tried to wriggle free. This was definitely not what he expected to wake up to! The hybrid didn’t seem too happy about that so instead of doing what he said, the cat simply took advantage of his situation, trailing nips and kisses up and down his throat. He suddenly realized how vulnerable he was in this position, as an involuntary shiver went through him when Grimmjow found a sensitive spot just behind his ear. “A-ahn…stop!” he gasped, continuing to fight uselessly against Grimmjow as the stronger male mercilessly attacked the spot just before he bit down on the muscled juncture where the neck and shoulder met, hard, marking him. “Haahh!” the boy cried out in painful shock. Grimmjow licked the wound soothingly in apology until it stopped bleeding before he grabbed Ichigo’s chin and ravished his mouth.



Grimmjow’s fingers crept up his T-shirt then, giving a nipple he’d found a harsh pinch. Ichigo parted his lips with a startled gasp, unintentionally letting in the hybrid’s tongue in. “Mmmh!” Ichigo mewled as the two tongues fought each other. It wasn’t long before Ichigo’s had to give in to the more superiorly skilled one and its thorough claiming of his mouth. Despite his mind’s vehement protests, his body was beginning to submit to the dominant male’s wicked ministrations.



The cat moved the covers out of the way and pushed up his shirt, revealing smooth, lean muscles, a cute little belly button, and miles of soft, silky skin. Grimmjow broke their kiss with a loud wet smack, eying his prize hungrily and then darting down to feast on the delectable-looking flesh. His intended squealed and blushed when he latched onto the nipple he’d pinched earlier and toyed with it until it pebbled into a hard, rosy peak. He switched, licking and suckling the other until it matched its swollen twin.



His mouth trailed down lower, and Grimmjow watched with glee as his prey squirmed in reluctant pleasure, still struggling feebly. The boy had to bite his lip to keep any embarrassing noises from escaping, but all resistance was futile. This was proven when a loud, strangled moan was forced out of him as Grimmjow dipped his tongue into his navel suggestively, foretelling of things to come. But for now, a little treat…



“A-AHH! Bad kitty! Bad boy…!” Ichigo jerked when Grimmjow moved into the space between his legs and gave the head of his erection, that he hadn’t noticed was there and now out in the open air, a little kiss. By then, the hybrid had released his hands, but Ichigo didn’t notice that right away either. He shuddered violently when the older male teased his cock with little kittenish licks and rubbed his cheek along the ridged flesh, his deep purr picking up again. “Such a bad, bad boy, Neko-kun…” Ichigo moaned.



“Grimmjow,” a rough, sexy voice broke through to his pleasure-hazed mind.



“E-eh?”



“Grimmjow,” narrowed cobalt eyes stared into his own half-lidded chocolate brown ones.



“…Grimmjow…” he whispered, tasting the name and finding he liked how it rolled off his tongue. Apparently Grimmjow liked it too, if the warm, slippery tongue trying to shove down his throat was anything to go by. “M-mmn…”They broke apart, a single strand of saliva connecting their tongues for a moment before breaking and landing on Ichigo’s chin. Grimmjow growled, aroused even more at the sight, and ducked down to lick it up. “I’m Ichigo,” the younger man breathed, reaching up to scratch behind his pointed triangular ears.



“I-chi-go…” Grimmjow murmured huskily as he turned into the touches, sounding out the name and smirking when the boy shivered in excitement. He moved south again, eye-to-eye with his soon-to-be mate’s erect cock as Ichigo looked on uncertainly, a cute, brilliant blush staining his cheeks. Grimmjow smirked up at him and swallowed Ichigo whole without warning.



“Mmnnaahh!!!” The orange haired boy cried out and convulsed at the sudden pleasure, writhing against the sheets with his hands now buried in sky blue locks. It was so hot…so wet…The older male began to bob his head, lips dragging against his strained flesh, making him whimper. Gods, the loud slurping noises sounded so obscene, so dirty. He gasped and arched up sharply when Grimmjow purred, the sound vibrating in waves down his shaft teasingly.



Ichigo made a noise of protest when Grimmjow suddenly pulled back and removed his sleeping pants all the way, the air surrounding them cold against his now damp, heated flesh. He gazed up at the feline, confused when Grimmjow grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to his mouth, but when those talented lips closed over his fingers and suckled, it made him burn all the more hotter for the older male above him. Making sure to get Ichigo’s fingers nice and wet, Grimmjow then brought them down towards his intended’s virgin orifice.



“Grimmjow?” Ichigo murmured apprehensively. He received a smutty smirk and an encouraging lick on the side of his knee, before the teen hesitantly pushed his fingers to his own entrance. Grimmjow’s eyes grew darker, watching those fingers disappeared into the boy’s untainted body, one at a time to prepare him for what’s coming.



Ichigo bit his lip, feeling great discomfort with his own fingers shoved up his ass, until he accidentally nudged a particular bundle of nerves. “Ah!” he squeaked in pleasant surprise, and attempted to do it again, succeeding after a few tries. “Mmmh…Grimmjow…” His moan prompted another growl just before Grimmjow took him back into his mouth. “Oh! No, G-Grimmjow…I-I’m gonna-!” The dominant male ignored him and sucked on him harder, which resulted in Ichigo biting into a fist and screaming his orgasm.



“Mm…milk…” Grimmjow purred, licking his lips to savor the taste. The look in his eyes made Ichigo shiver in delight.



The hybrid didn’t even let him have time to come down from his sex high; flipping him over onto his stomach and raising his ass in the air, back arched, propped up by splayed, quaking knees. He bit his pillow and whined with his hands clenched in the sheets when Grimmjow entered him, big, thick, and hot, not stopping until his balls touched his cheeks. Full, Ichigo felt so very full. Grimmjow gave him a moment to adjust before he leaned forward with his hands by Ichigo’s head and drilled him good and hard, nailing Ichigo’s prostate with each and every thrust. In. Out. I-in…“Ah…a-ah…nnah…!”



The poor boy’s already over stimulated body was forced to take it, trembling and overwhelmed by the onslaught of incredible sensations crashing through his system. In Grimmjow’s grip, his dick quickly filled up and stiffened, already splurting globs pre-come which ran down the blue-haired male’s strong hand. It didn’t take long for Ichigo to come again, gasping Grimmjow’s name and panting heavily for breath. With Ichigo’s inner muscles clamping down on him, Grimmjow followed suit, releasing his hot seed deep within his mate with a sexy growl of the boy’s name. Just to be sure, he gave his uke a few more hard thrusts, before carefully pulling out and laying down on the recovering body below his, making sure not to crush him with his weight.



The tom cat’s purr reverberated once again, this time in smug satisfaction, as he nuzzled his mate and kissing every inch of skin he could reach from his position. Ichigo hummed in tired contentment, turning his orange head to kiss the blue-haired menace.



After a few moments of gentle, lazy kisses, Ichigo suddenly felt Grimmjow harden once more. “Again?” he asked the feline softly in disbelief, blinking in surprise. All he got was a hungry leer before he was turned onto his back and was rolled over so he was on top, straddling the bigger male’s waist with Grimmjow’s hands on his hips. Ichigo blushed softly when he felt Grimmjow’s dick sliding between his cheeks, teasing him. The blush darkened when Grimmjow took his hand and suckled his fingers again, a perverted, kinky gleam in the cat’s blue eyes all the while.



Ichigo gently extracted his hand away, biting his lip at Grimmjow’s last teasing suck, and pushed his fingers in. It was a little easier this time since he was still a little loose from earlier and Grimmjow’s cum was acting as a lubricant, making things slick and moist. Grimmjow, in the mean time, was staring at him again, grinning lecherously when Ichigo gave a moan as found his spot. He really liked watching his little mate finger-fuck himself; hell, his mate probably liked it too, judging by the heavy blush and the half-lidded eyes and how fast and hard he was thrusting them into himself. It seemed his little mate liked it rough.



“Ichigo,” the dominant male husked, cupping his uke’s pert ass with strong hands, and with that, the teen reluctantly eased his fingers out and rose up onto his knees with the cat’s help, reaching behind him to guided Grimmjow’s large engorged cock to his opening. He sunk down slowly, moaning as inch after inch fill him up. When he got all of it in, he gave himself a little pause before rose up again and slammed back down. Grimmjow growled loudly at the sudden move and buck his hips up to meet his mate’s.



Ichigo threw back his head and cried out when his spot was struck. It was almost too much, too soon, and spun out of control from there. Sweat soaked skin slapped against sweat soaked skin; their pace was harsh and demanding, a steady rhythm, until the teen got the idea to reach behind him and touch the stretched skin of his anus around the cock inside him. Oh gods, it was one of the sexiest things he could have done, feeling himself being impaled again and again. Grimmjow rumbled loudly at the erotic sight, and sat up while Ichigo continued to bounce in his lap. The hybrid wrapped his arms around his mate, one hand supporting his lower back, and folded his legs under him which shifted him into a kneeling position.



In response, Ichigo clung to him, his arms around Grimmjow’s neck and his legs tucked and folded high up on Grimmjow’s muscular back. All control went to Grimmjow and the orange haired boy mewled at the deep penetration, rocking his body into it and trying to hold on as long as he could.



Ichigo’s young body could only withstand so much before his back snapped up in an arch as he came for the third time that night, muffling his scream of ecstasy in a desperate kiss. Grimmjow could feel the pressure mounting and pushed forward, placing Ichigo back on the futon and proceeded to pound his poor little mate into the bedding.



The teen whined when Grimmjow lifted his leg high into the air and continued to fuck him, his pace increasing with every thrust. He lifted the other leg too, previously curled around his waist, and spread Ichigo’s legs wide open. “A-ah…! Grimmjow…so deep…huu…please, faster…” he mumbled, barely coherent, wanting the bigger male to cum and cum hard, coating his insides again.



Instinctively, Ichigo drew his hands up to curl near his face, elbows to his sides, submissively displaying his chest and stomach to his dominant. But his little pink tongue coming out to lick and nip at his pinky was the seductive sight that really pushed the tom cat off the edge. With a couple more nearly brutal poundings, Grimmjow climaxed with a pure animalistic howl, claiming the human as his mate a second time.



“Mmh…” Ichigo breathed as feline pulled out. “Naughty Grimm…” he gave a shuddery, little moan at the feel of a curious, sandpaper-esque tongue lapping up cum and a little bit of blood leaking out of his abused hole. With a final lick, Grimmjow deemed his little mate clean, looking like the proverbial cat that got the canary AND the cream as he cradled Ichigo bridle-style before standing up. The stronger male gently placed Ichigo onto his bed and under the blankets, crawling in after him and wrapping him into his arms protectively, possessively.



“Mate,” Grimmjow grunted, leaning down to lick the bite mark on the teen’s neck. “Mine,” he purred afterwards happily, rubbing his face into bright orange hair like the big cat he is. Ichigo smiled fondly, petting the broad chest.



“Yours,” he whispered, looking up into slitted cyan eyes and gently kissed him. Grimmjow purred louder, nuzzling his adorable mate before sleep worked her magic.