Binge Drinking and it's side effects

Here is the version of our prompt written By Kazes. Enjoy :)


See kids, binge drinking is dangerous. You could wake up next to an Espada!
By: Kazes


The Sixth Espada’s eyes fluttered open and he stared at the ceiling through heavily lidded lashes. He felt a little confused; he hadn’t looked around yet but it felt like his bed was facing a different direction. Grimmjow sat up and groaned; his hand flew up to his aching head before he fell back to the bed.

“Ehrr…” He felt nauseous, his head was pounding and after attempting to sit up he realized every muscle in his body was sore.

The blue haired Espada let his head roll to the right, looking around, he realized he wasn’t in his room.

“Where the fuck am I?”

Grimmjow tried to remember the previous nights events as he looked around the room. Small flashes of memories came to him, but it was all very hazy.

He remembered Nnoitra suggesting they party while Aizen and his Shinigami duo were away, saying that he had found a stash of Barragan’s saké,

“Well that explains the headache but…” He frowned while trying to recall the previous night, when suddenly the bed he was lying in shifted. Grimmjow slowly rolled his head back to the left and groaned. Oh shit… now his head really hurt…

How did it come to this? It had all started out so innocently, well, as innocent as things got in Las Noches…


Inside one of Las Noches’ largest common rooms, six of the top ten Espada sat discussing the coming events. Aizen had told them the time had finally come where he would leave the Soul Society permanently, signifying the countdown to the war.

Within the room were three huge white couches forming a triangle centerpiece surrounding a large wooden tea table. On the couches sat Tia Harribel, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Yammy Rialgo, Szayel Aporro Granz, Aaroniero Arruruerie and Coyote Starrk.

“There is still much to be done that will take time once Aizen-sama has returned.” Harribel reminded an over excited Grimmjow who had been ranting about the approaching bloodbath between them and the Shinigami. Grimmjow was about to retort to her killjoy attitude when the east entrance door burst open.

“Woohoo! We finally got rid of those Shinigami fuckers for a while.” Nnoitra Jiruga gleamed as he joined his comrades within the large white room.

“You should not speak so disrespectfully of Aizen-sama, regardless of his absence in Las Noches, Nnoitra.” Harribel narrowed he eyes at the Fifth Espada for his lack of respect.

Nnoitra rolled his eyes at the women; he didn’t want to get in a fight with the stupid bitch, not with the good mood he was in.

“I agree with Nnoitra, we should celebrate our moment of freedom.” Aaroniero was broadcasting himself as the Shinigami Lieutenant he had eaten years ago.

“I hate to remind you, but there’s nothing to do in Las Noches, how are we suppose to celebrate?” Szayel pointed out while pushing his hollow mask further up the bridge of his nose.

Nnoitra seemed pleased with that question; a grin covered his entire face when the group looked to him for his response. “I’m glad you asked Szayel…” Nnoitra turned toward the open eastern door and shouted to his only fracción. “Telsa!”

Szayel’s jaw dropped as the blonde fracción walked through the door pushing a huge serving trolley. The metal trolley rattled as Telsa pushed it across the room to meet the ogling Espada.

“Holy shit!” Grimmjow sat forward in the couch. The cart was as tall as Telsa, and had five levels, each full with ceramic and glass saké bottles.

“That is A LOT of saké!” Aaroniero stared at the trolley content.

“But… Nnoitra, where did you get it?” Szayel’s brow wrinkled as he tried to comprehend where one could acquire such a quantity within Las Noches.

Nnoitra grinned uncontrollably, like a fangirl who had cornered her favorite character.

“That old fart had a massive stash of it, so I borrowed some…” Nnoitra didn’t seem concerned that stealing from Barragan might mean the end of his life.

“…and your not worried Barragan might-” Szayel started but was cut off by the Ninth.

“Arh, don’t be such a pussy, Szayel!” He mocked the Octava. “Besides, Starrk’ll back us up, won’t cha Starrk?” He grinned at the only partially awake First Espada sitting next to him.

“No…” Stark sounded annoyed at the implication.

Mean while Telsa had begun placing glasses on the table in front of each Espada, asking with a gesture to the trolley which type of saké the individual would prefer. Nnoitra grabbed a bottle off the cart and flopped back into one of the couches.

“I don’t think Aizen-sama would approve of this.” Ulquiorra Schiffer stood just inside the western entrance.

“Oh, I don’t know Ulquiorra…” Nnoitra grinned at the Fourth Espada. “It’s a celebration of our lord’s successes.”

Nnoitra gestured for Telsa to offer the Fourth a drink. Telsa half filled a glass with ice from a bucket in the middle of the trolley, and topped it with scotch before taking it to the emerald eyed Espada.

Ulquiorra looked at the glass; he wasn’t stupid enough to believe Nnoitra wanted to celebrate Aizen’s greatness, but perhaps his presence would dull the pending chaos. As Ulquiorra took his first sip, Nnoitra held out his ceramic orange bottle to the rest of the group.

“To the destruction of Soul Society…”

Starrk frowned; he didn’t really like drinking. Alcohol seemed to act as a stimulant for him, instead of the depressant it was supposed to be, keeping him awake for longer periods than he would normally enjoy. The only times they drank saké in Las Noches was one or two glasses with formal dinners; more than that seemed to keep him awake…

He frowned as Nnoitra’s fracción showed him a vintage bottle of Cognac. He eyed the dusty old bottle of his favorite liquor; the memories of the oaky/wood flavor and after burn made it look so tempting…a couple drinks wouldn’t hurt…  


A few hours later Harribel had gone to bed, after she almost killed Aaroniero for suggesting she should “get her tit’s out” and Aaroniero had to be rushed to the medical unit.

Ulquiorra had sat in the corner most of the night looking like he might cry before he left without saying anything. Not long after that, Nnoitra, Yammy and Szayel had pasted out around the tea table, which had been converted into a poker table. Yammy had been the first the end up completely naked when the game changed from: the loser having to shot a large glass of combination saké made up of “donations” from the other players to the loser drinking the donations AND removing a piece of clothing.


“What a bunch of soft-cocks!” Grimmjow swayed before kicking an unconscious Yammy, who didn’t even groan.

“HA! Maybe the fat bastard’s dead!” The blue haired Espada stood unsteadily next to the couch that was holding the only other remaining conscious Espada.

“Death by strip poker…” Starrk smirked up at the Sixth who snorted before turning to raise an eyebrow at him.

“I gotta say, I’m surprised you’re awake.” Grimmjow looked down at the Primera through slightly glazed eyes.

It was true, he didn’t think he’d seen the number one Espada awake for longer than a couple of hours, and they had been drinking for over six.

Starrk reached out and grabbed Grimmjow’s forearm, pulling him down to the couch. Grimmjow flopped into the soft cushion; he was pretty trashed himself.

“Yeah, I really shouldn’t drink…” Starrk looked over at the Sexta Espada who was resting his head back against the couch gazing stupidly at the ceiling while enjoying his buzz. “It’ll be hours before I can sleep again...”

Grimmjow had lost his jacket, sandals, and socks in the poker game, and hadn’t bothered to put them back on. Starrk stared at the sculpted body of the Sixth Espada; his biceps protruded from having his arms draped over the back of the couch, and his chiseled torso rosé and fell slowly with each breath.

It wasn’t the first time Starrk had admired the indisputably attractive young man, though, this would be the first time he’d so blatantly enjoyed the blue haired Espada’s body.

Perhaps it was something to do with their polar personalities; as far as attitudes went they were the yin and yang of Las Noches, Starrk enjoyed leisure, while Grimmjow craved turbulence. Either way, something about the feisty, fit young man stirred his body.

Staring at the half naked Sexta now with the buzz of alcohol in his system, he had to make a conscious effort to not reach out and touch him. Starrk shifted when a rush of desire flickered through his normally placid body. He could take what he wanted from the Sixth’s body if he wished; the difference in strength between them would make the task child’s play for Starrk…

Grimmjow rolled his head to look at the man slouched next to him. His eyes drifted over the dark haired Espada to his bare hand resting next to his left thigh. Starrk had only lost his gloves during the game, and Grimmjow suspected he had thrown that round intentionally to make the game more interesting.

Grimmjow stared at the “1” tattoo on the Primera’s hand. What he wouldn’t give to have that number on him; anywhere. His gaze trailed back up to meet that of the gray eyes he hadn’t noticed were studying him.

Starrk watched as the piercing blue eyes met with his own, and a smile pulled at his lips. Grimmjow scowled at the smile. “What?!” He growled but remained motionless in his lax position. Grimmjow’s eyebrow rose when he saw the gray eyes roll down his naked torso.

“Ya like what cha see old man?” Grimmjow smirked.

Starrk wasn’t concerned that he’d been caught admiring Grimmjow’s body. “You are undeniably inviting.” He spoke honestly with strong self-assurance.

“Fuck yeah I am.” Grimmjow scoffed and let his head roll back to gaze at the ceiling again.

Starrk leant forward and grabbed his gloves from the table in front of them, shoving them in his pocket. He could take what he wanted from Grimmjow… but why steal something that’s about to be given to you?

“Come on.” Starrk sighed and gracefully lifted himself from the couch.

Grimmjow stood and stretched. “Yeah, I don’t wanna be here when these-lot start hurling.” Collecting his sandals from the floor, he threw his jacket over his shoulder and followed Starrk out of the disheveled room.


The pair walked in silence through the white halls; Grimmjow was irrationally happy as he studying the scuffmarks along the floor, which seemed to dance along in front of his feet. He smiled to himself and wondered how he hadn’t noticed them before.

The Sexta was snapped from his pondering when the Primera stopped abruptly to open a door on the left side of the corridor. Grimmjow followed him through the door into an unfamiliar room and his blue eyebrows wrinkled as he looked around.

“This isn’t my room.” Grimmjow looked over to the brown haired man who was placing something in a draw.

Starrk walked over to his chest of draws and put away his gloves, before heading back to the blue haired man. “No, this is my room.” His voice was low as he closed the distance between them, stopping inches in front of the Sixth Espada.

Grimmjow looked up into the gray eyes that were burning through his own. Why was Starrk standing so close to him? It made him feel nervous, not scared but fidgety… antsy.

Grimmjow’s gaze moved over the taller man’s chest and back to his strong jaw and full lips. How was it that this lazy bastard could be so powerful? Unlike Grimmjow, his body was predominantly covered, but it was still clear his body was fit and strong.

Part of Grimmjow had wanted him to lose a few more rounds of poker so he could get a look at that Primera body… if only to compare it to his own.

Starrk leant in so that they’re lips were centimeters apart. “It seems you’ve followed me home kitty…” His hot breath washed over Grimmjow’s slightly parted lips as the husky voice sent a rush of heat through his body.

Normally Grimmjow would rebuke being called ‘kitty’ but he was too drunk and, now, horny to give a shit. He swallowed and an embarrassing shiver ran over his skin, a reaction to the sudden electricity sparking through his blood.

Grimmjow’s blue eyes seemed torn between staring at Starrk’s lips and into his seductive gaze. It felt like a torturous hour had passed of hot breath washing over his lips. “What the hell is he doing? If he is going to fucking kiss me then what is he waiting for?!” Grimmjow was quickly losing patience with the game…

Starrk was surprised when the Sixth didn’t retreat; this was going to be even easier than he thought. The Primera stayed where he was; he was in no hurry, and he was enjoying the small amount of pink in the Sexta’s cheeks. Eventually Grimmjow leant in to his ear and growled, “Or maybe you led me astray…”

Starrk grinned and pulled back enough so that when he spoke their lips grazed against each other. “Perhaps…”

Starrk almost stumbled backward when Grimmjow dropped the sandals he was holding and attacked his lips, pushing his mouth open to force his tongue inside. Grimmjow’s hands knotted in Starrk’s brown hair and firmly held his head from escaping the kiss, “Gods this man is a good kisser.” Grimmjow thought, before pushed his body into the other man and enjoying the reaction it granted him.

Starrk moaned and fought to take control of the kiss when Grimmjow pushed their bodies together. He ran his hand up the Sexta’s strong, naked back and pulled at the jacket that was slung over his left shoulder so it fell to the floor.

Grimmjow breathed harshly through his nose while Starrk slid his hands over his back and down to grope his firm arse, which flexed in response making Starrk groaned at the feel of the tight muscle.

Starrk slid his hands up Grimmjow’s well-built body, over the broad shoulders and along his arms to take hold of his hands. He dislodged the others hands from his hair and interlocked their fingers. Before Grimmjow knew what was happening, he was stumbling backward; his back and hands slammed into the door, and Starrk used his surprise to take control of the kiss, forcing his tongue deep into Grimmjow’s mouth.

Grimmjow struggled under the pressure of the Primera’s hold; it was a strange sensation to feel so weak. He fought against the hands pinning him to the door but it was as if the dark haired Espada didn’t even register his attempts.

Starrk pressed his hips into the firm body before him; Grimmjow tasted so good and his tight, hot body felt so nice against his own. A part of him registered the Sixth’s squirming and he grinned into the kiss but didn’t let go; instead he tightened his grip and ground his erection into the Sexta’s own bulging groin.

Grimmjow moaned and rocked his hips back into the pressure. He was getting frustrated at not be able to do anything and an angry growl welled in his throat. He struggled and pulled away from the kiss.

“Let me go!” Grimmjow panted with irritation.

Starrk grinned and leaned in to bite the crook of his neck. “No.” He muffled into the sensitive area before licking at the teeth marks he had created.

Grimmjow growled loudly and tried again to free his hands but it was like trying to wrestle against one of Aizen’s kido restraints, (which he had endure a number of times in the beginning) he was impossibly strong. Grimmjow’s efforts faltered when the trail of slow kisses up his neck reached his ear.

Starrk sucked on the earlobe as if it were a sweet, and indeed, the moan that came from the Sexta’s mouth, almost directly into his ear was delicious. Starrk chuckled; running his tongue along Grimmjow’s ear and back down behind it.

Grimmjow’s hips bucked forward involuntarily and his head rolled back against the door. “Bastard.” He panted as the Primera began biting his neck again and used his goatee to scratch along the hypersensitive skin. “Let my fuckin hands go!”

Starrk just smiled before again licking what seemed to be a very responsive ear. “Why?” The Primera mocked before nibbling at the lobe. “… did you want touch me?”

Grimmjow shivered at the lust-filled whisper and bit his lip; he didn’t want to admit that was why he wanted his hands back, it was too…wanton. His body and mind felt on fire; waves of rising pressure flooded through his body so that with every suck on his neck and grind into his hips his body screamed for more.

“Mmh…” The moan was painted with exasperation, as Grimmjow arched his neck into a suck below his jaw that was sure to leave a nasty hickey.

Starrk moved to the other side of Grimmjow’s neck, biting and sucking equally as hard as on this side. He smirked and ran his tongue along Sexta’s hollow mask.

“Oh, shit!” Grimmjow moaned and leant forward to bite hard on Starrk’s neck.

Starrk growled and swiftly lifted Grimmjow’s hands above his head so he could trap both hands in one. Now with a free hand, Starrk grabbed Grimmjow’s jaw and forced him to look him in the eye.

“Did you want to touch me?” Starrk’s gray eyes entranced the Sixth’s as he clenched his teeth and fought against his restraints. Starrk smirked at the Sixth’s reluctance to admit what he wanted; releasing his jaw, Starrk ran his hand firmly down the strong torso until he reached the belt of Grimmjow’s hakama and tickled the line of stomach just above the material.

Grimmjow shivered violently before Starrk pushed his hand below the material and grasped the Sixth’s hard and beginning dick. “Ngh…Yes!” Grimmjow moaned and fell into the others arms when his hands were suddenly set free causing him to fall forward.

Finally having what he wanted Grimmjow tore at Starrk’s uniform barely coherent enough to find his belt, before his hands stumbled over the material. “Damn it!” He cursed the fiddly obi. Why couldn’t Starrk have simple obi that pulled loose like his own?

Starrk tisked softly, pushing Grimmjow back into the door with one hand and began untying the sash to his uniform with the other. As soon as the material of his kimono fell open, Grimmjow had ripped it off and had his mouth over one of Starrk’s nipples.

Starrk hissed and his hands flew up to tangle in Grimmjow’s blue locks, Grimmjow growled and bit down on the small nub in his mouth, while sliding a hand down to rub at Starrk’s clothed groin. Grimmjow grinned when the Primera moaned loudly, “This is more like it.”

Below him, Starrk was untying the sash to his hakama. Grimmjow paused his attack on Starrk’s nipples when he heard the material of the Primera’s hakama fall to the ground. The Sixth looked down at the now naked groin and swallowed; “Damn it! The bastard’s got everything!” Starrk’s impressive manhood stood between them, but Grimmjow’s awe was short-lived when he felt the pressure on his shoulder of Starrk’s silent request.

“Whoa!” Grimmjow shot up straight and looked at the other. “I don’t do that.”

Starrk kept his hand on the Sexta’s shoulder and tilted his head. “Why? You might like it.”

Grimmjow went to open his mouth in protest but was suddenly consumed with an unbearable, crushing reiatsu and fell to his knees. As fast as the pressure rosé it vanished and Grimmjow was left panting on his knees.

Starrk looked down at the Sexta who was glaring up at him and ran a hand through the soft blue locks to cup the back of his head. “I’d be most grateful.”

“Fuck-” Grimmjow’s words were cut off when Starrk seized the opportunity to push his cock into the Sixth’s mouth.

“Mmph!” Grimmjow tried to breathe while his head was being forcibly guided up and down Starrk’s cock. It tasted salty and the skin felt surprisingly soft against his tongue, but it wasn’t a pleasant experience, and he wondered why his previous lovers seemed so keen to do this for him; that was, until Starrk started to moan.

“Mmmh! O-oh… Fuck yeah.” Starrk moaned and grunted at the feel of wet heat surrounding his throbbing dick.

The sounds of Starrk’s wanton cries rushed through Grimmjow’s body straight to his cock, which caused him to swallow around the appendage, earning him yet another gasp.

“Oh, shit Grimmjow.” Okay, maybe now he understood… Taking over the ministrations himself, Grimmjow bobbed his head and sucked hard on what length he could fit in his mouth.

Starrk grunted and ran his shaky fingers through Grimmjow’s blue hair while he watch the beautiful sight of his cock sliding in and out the Sexta’s face. “Mmm… yeah… Oh, that’s good…”

Starrk felt the telltale swell in his balls and pulled himself away from a surprised looking Grimmjow. Starrk smirked and held out his hand to the still kneeling Sexta. “Come on beautiful.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me beautiful!” Grimmjow fumed and knocked the offered hand away, to stand on his own accord.

The next thing Grimmjow knew he felt dizzy and he was lying on his back on a huge bed, with the weight of Starrk’s naked body atop him.

“Errh… Sonido and alcohol- not good.” Grimmjow was snapped from his thoughts when Starrk began sucking his ear causing him to shiver.

“What should I call you then?” Starrk shifted his body between Grimmjow’s legs and pulled at the obi of the last bit of clothing segregating their bodies. “Exquisite?” He lifted Grimmjow’s hips to slide his hakama down. “Libidinous…Sexy…” Starrk began kissing down the Sexta’s muscular body, as his hands slid Grimmjow’s hakama off, punctuating each word-offer with a kiss and moving lower with each.

Once Starrk reacted Grimmjow’s naked and weeping arousal, he looked up at the Sexta; mouth centimeters from his twitching cock so that his steamy breath teased it.

“…Appetizing?” His tongue swiped out across the head and collected the dribbling pre-cum and both men groaned. “Delicious.”

“Oh, shit!” Grimmjow choked when Starrk took his whole dick in one dive and the Sexta bucked into the wet heat encasing him.

“F-fu-fuuck!” Grimmjow squirmed and bucked but Starrk’s strong hands held his hips firmly against the bed. Damn it! The Primera’s strength was infuriating, he wanted to fuck that mouth so hard. Shit, he was gunna cum. “No!” His thoughts escaped his mouth, “Oh, Starrk! Ngh… Stop!”

Grimmjow’s tortured body trembled and his chest heaved when Starrk popped his cock from his mouth and crawled up on top of him. He was so distracted with relief, that he hardly noticed the Primera leaning over him to grab something from the bed-side drawer.

Starrk captured his panting lips in a passionate kiss, which Grimmjow moaned into and wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders above him.

Grimmjow gasped when an unexpected, wet finger rounded his entrance; not that he was expecting to top the Primera but he’d never been with anyone “like that” before. The wet finger probed at his opening and slipped in, “Arh!” He tensed and clenched onto the finger inside him.

Starrk pulled away from the kiss to look at him. “You’ve never done this?”

Grimmjow looked away and clenched his jaw. Starrk chuckled and licked his ear before whispering to him, “It’s okay…just relax.” He took Grimmjow into another hot-blooded kiss and began moving the wet finger in and out of Grimmjow’s virgin body until he’d relaxed enough to add a second.

Grimmjow paused again but willed himself to relax knowing that it would make things easier for himself.

Starrk began moving his fingers in and out, trying to stretch the tight body the best he could, for soon, it would have to take much more.

“Gods you’re so tight!” He hissed at the strength of the hot muscle around his fingers. “I can’t wait to be in there.” Starrk growled into Grimmjow’s ear.

Grimmjow tensed as a hint of fear shot through him; he knew just how big Starrk’s cock was and he was uncomfortable with just these two fingers.

Starrk noticed the sudden change in Grimmjow’s body language and knew what he needed, pausing the thrusts of his fingers; Starrk pushed them in about two inches and pulled forward in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

“Arh!” Grimmjow’s hips jumped up off the bed when Starrk’s fingers rubbed expertly against his prostate. Starrk continued to pleasure the spot that had Grimmjow clawing at his back and bucking wildly to grind his erection into the other’s.

Starrk pulled away and sat up on his knees, pulling what would have been an embarrassing whine from Grimmjow if his mind hadn’t been a blur of lust.

Starrk sat back long enough to smother his aching erection with lube, the act alone drew a groan from his chest; he lent in and wiped some extra lube on the Sixth’s pouted entrance and aligned himself with the opening. He laid his body over the blue haired Espada, lifted his knees up, opening them as far as possible and let his cock push gently against his slick entrance.

Grimmjow tensed and his nails clenched into Starrk’s back. “That won’t help Grimmy…” He whispered in the Sixth’s ear, who’s breathing seemed to respond to his words. “That’s it…relax.” Starrk took Grimmjow’s ear in his mouth and pushed forward.

Grimmjow screwed his eyes shut and willed his body to permit the intrusion, as Starrk inched himself into the tight heat, forcing himself to move slowly when his body screamed for him to pound in with all his strength.

“Mmmh” Starrk growled when he was completely sheathed; fuck it felt so good.

Grimmjow was shaking with the effort of not screaming in pain; the blue haired Espada’s body was covered in sweat and he could taste his own blood from biting his lip.

Starrk have would normally waited for his lover to adjust, but his patience was thin and he could tell the Sexta’s virgin arse wasn’t going to learn the easy way.

“Sorry Grimmy…”

“Wha? -ARH!” Grimmjow screamed and clawed desperately at Starrk’s back when the Primera began to pound into him.

“F-fuck! S-starrk!” Curses spilled from his mouth as his body was brutalized.

“Ngh! Oh, yeah Grimmjow. Mmmh” Starrk continued thrusting as deep as he could into the Sixth’s deliciously tight body. “Gods! You feel s-so good!”

Grimmjow had gone relatively quite as his body became more accustom to painful intrusion; his cock had gone flaccid, his alcohol-induced buzz from early had completely vanished and watching the Primera moan and pant above him… he was beginning to wonder what was in this for him.

Starrk looked down at a sexy, yet wilted looking Sexta. Bracing himself against the bed with one hand Starrk smiled cheekily at the Sixth, “Ya ready now?”

“Wha-” He grunted when Starrk hooked his other arm under one of Grimmjow’s knees and lifted his leg to position the Sixth’s body so that every thrust crashed into his prostate.

“Ngh!…Oh Shit, fuck S-St…’ Grimmjow threw his head back as blood rushed into his cock and he cried out with pleasure he never dreamed was coming this night.

“That good beautiful?” Starrk smirked down at the writhe, flush body below him; every toned, gorgeous muscle in the Sixth’s body flexed with his thrusts.

It took a moment for Grimmjow to realize that Starrk had spoken, and then another to take in what he’d said; when he did, he glared up at the dark haired man, wrapped his other leg around him and clamped his muscles down around him.

Starrk grunted and almost dropped Grimmjow when his cock was clutched with such force. When he regained his sight he snatched the Sexta’s lips in a feverish kiss and began hammering himself in and out of Grimmjow’s begging body.

Soon the room was filled with the sound of both men’s pleasure; Starrk moaned in ecstasy, as Grimmjow cussed and screamed while his hands grasped the Primera’s arse to pull him deeper inside his body.

Starrk threw Grimmjow’s leg over his shoulder and began to ram home his desires, the weight over his shoulder, combined with the extra resistance of Grimmjow’s thigh against his chest, pushed him into ripe rapture.

Starrk reached between their bodies and took hold of Grimmjow’s erection.

“Ngh! Starrk, shit… I’m gunna cum!” Grimmjow panted before his body snapped and cum sprayed over Starrk’s chest and his own thigh; he buck and writhed so hard that, at one point he lifted them both off the bed.

Starrk was almost expelled from Grimmjow’s body before he thrust hard inside the spasming body and let it tear his orgasm from him. He groaned and rode-out the fierce waves of euphoria with several more deep thrusts, each drawing a moan from the Sixth.

The Primera fell panting on top of the blue haired Espada, before rolling off and onto the bed. He panted and shifted to face the Sixth, only to realize he had completely pass-out. Starrk chuckled and pulled a mangled sheet over the unconscious and still panting Espada. “I can’t believe he feel asleep before me…”

He stretched before spooning himself around the crashed Sixth, easily dozing off into the bliss of post-climax slumber. A night of celebration indeed…