Sex and Football

A/N: Thank you every one for your reviews and stars! I wasn't initially planning on getting the next chapter out within a week and a half, but all the love pushed me to do it. I will also start putting previews of the next chapter at the bottom of each part.

satterb: I always like my porn as plot free as possible ^^
a: I tried to make Grimmjow as sexy as he is in my mind, so glad I kind of accomplished it!
Janx: Fantasy porno land is the best. Where all men have big d**ks and shoot copious amounts of cum. . . sigh.
FallenGoddessOfBattle: LMAO. Here's a second serving. Please come back for another.
frenchdiamond_1: I'm glad you gave it a chance even though it's yaoi!
happygirl24: Here is more filth for you ^^
Pickles: Here you go, hope you enjoy it as much as the first chapter!
miszxbrii: *hands over some tissue* Glad you liked it.
msuzumaki: Yeah, he did, huh? lol. But I'm sure he's attracted to Grimmjow, since he went along with it so easily ^_~ At some point in this fic Ichigo's going to have to decide if it's his job or the man himself that's keeping him with Grimmjow. . . but I'm getting ahead of myself.


Chapter Two


Ichigo cringed as he bent down to put the last cardboard box on the floor. He couldn't believe he was still sore. . . or maybe he could. The one night with Grimmjow had basically been a lifetime's worth of sex crammed into twelve hours. As soon as they had gotten back to his dorm, Grimmjow had pushed Ichigo on the bed and shoved his cock inside Ichigo's ass again. He had seemed to fuck Ichigo from every angle and in every position, shooting load after load into his ass. Sometimes he didn't even stop in between rounds, his cock not going at all limp. Ichigo had wondered if he was even human, or maybe he was on some kind of medication with more. . . exuberant side effects.

Ichigo had been unable to do much more than cry out and convulse, his body spent. Sometimes his cock would get semi-hard and what felt like an orgasm would shudder through him, but no semen would come out of his cock. His balls were completely dry. After awhile he hadn't even really been able to feel Grimmjow inside him. But he could still feel the cum sloshing around inside him every time Grimmjow pushed his cock in, every thrust pushing semen back out of Ichigo's ass. It ran down his ass and thighs, down Grimmjow's cock, getting in Grimmjow's balls and pubic hair and pooling on the bed.

When he had woken up the next morning Grimmjow was already gone, and Ichigo hadn't even be able to get up. It wasn't just his hole that had felt sore, it was every part of his lower body. After awhile he had managed to go to the bathroom to try to inspect the damage, peering over his shoulder at the mirror. His hole had looked red and puffy, thin streams of cum still trickling out of it every now and then. It had still been somewhat stretched out, gaping at him a little bit through the mirror.

"Are you okay, Kurosaki?"

Ichigo blushed as he realized he had been rubbing his ass.

"Yeah," he said, "just more out of shape than I realized. I didn't even know that you had this much stuff."

Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose with one elegant finger, standing there as he took in all the cardboard boxes around them. It wasn't so much that he had a lot of things. It was more that they were most likely heavy. Two sewing machines, a serger, various dress and pants forms. . . and then there were his medical textbooks, of course. Other than that, he lived a pretty spartan life. Well, he guessed, there were his coordinating dining and silverware sets, but they were a necessity for entertaining.

"Maybe I do have too many things," he murmured, a little shocked by the revelation.

In the meantime, Ichigo was busy staring at Ishida and feeling guilty. He knew that Ishida had been the one to break up with him, but it still seemed somewhat. . . gauche to go off and screw another man the same day. Like, maybe he should have observed some kind of mourning period for their relationship.

"Kurosaki, what is wrong with you today?"

Ichigo snapped back from that train of thought. "What?"

Ishida's eyebrows formed a crease in the middle of his forehead. "You've been a little dazed today. Is something going on?"

"Busy at work," Ichigo replied, considering it was the truth.

Ishida still looked dubious, but it seemed like he was going to drop the subject. His face smoothed back into a more easy going countenance. "At any rate, thanks for helping me move everything, I can unpack myself."

"Are you sure?" Ichigo asked.

"Yeah. Are you hungry? I'll treat you to some sushi for your help." Ichigo was about to answer when Ishida's cell phone rang. Ishida picked it up, looked at the caller ID, and put it back in his pocket. Ichigo looked at him, the question in his eyes, and Ishida all but groaned his answer. "My dad."

"Have you told him about our break up?" Ichigo asked, a little curious. He still hadn't told his parents. . . considering how much his mom loved Ishida, she'd probably mope about it for days and try to get them back together. His dad would probably give him some silly motivational speech about more fish in the sea and getting back up on that horse and any other relevant metaphor he could cram in there.

"No," Ishida replied, tone dry, "it would make him too happy."

Ichigo chuckled at that. He remembered all the heat they had gotten from Ryuuken back in high school; the man never had warmed up to Ichigo, even after all these years. "Yeah, well, when you do talk to your parents tell them hello for me."

This time it was Ichigo's phone that rang. He looked at the screen and realized that he couldn't ignore it.

"Sorry," he told Ishida, accepting the call, "it's Urahara. . . Hello?"

"Ichigo," came Urahara's voice, the teasing lilt to it hiding some seriously dangerous undertones. "Is there a reason you're not at the office today?"

Ichigo was pretty sure he didn't keep regular hours on the weekends. "It's my day off."

"Not today," Urahara said. "You just landed a huge client, Ichigo, so you better not screw this up. Today's the day Grimmjow's coming to Tokyo to sign his contract. So you had better pick up the contract and get your ass to the train station before he gets here."

Ichigo felt a twinge of something shoot through his body at the mention of Grimmjow's name, and he turned away from Ishida in case he was blushing or tenting through his pants or anything equally embarrassing. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Here. Now."

And then there was only silence as Urahara hung up the phone. Ichigo took a deep breath, then turned back around. "Sorry, I'm going to have to take a rain check on that sushi."

Ishida only waved his hand in dismissal. "It can't be helped. Just. . . don't work too hard, okay?"

Ichigo nodded as he left the apartment, turning back once to wave at Ishida. He made his way to the office in record time, practically running into Urahara's office. The older man looked up from the brim of his floppy hat, a small frown tugging on his lips. "This does not bode well for your future in the company, Ichigo."

"I've got time," Ichigo said, "where's the contract?"

"What's the rush? Didn't you just say you have time? Sit down and listen to what I have to tell you before you go rushing off."

It wasn't so much as a suggestion as it was a command, so Ichigo reluctantly took a seat opposite Urahara. The contract, a piece of paper, and a set of keys was placed on the desk in front of him.

"The contract's pretty standard," Urahara started. "There's just one thing Grimmjow insisted we put in. . . you have to be his agent. If we try to assign him someone else, or he's not happy with you, he can walk free, no penalty paid. Which means you better keep him happy."

Ichigo blushed a little bit, but he didn't think that Urahara noticed. He had expected Grimmjow to put something like that in there, to be honest, so it wasn't that surprising.

"Here are keys to one of the company cars, the blue Lexus parked in space 23. I'm sure you still have your company credit card. . ."

Urahara trailed off, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and Ichigo vehemently nodded.

"Good. Make sure Grimmjow has an amazing night in Tokyo. Take him out to whatever restaurant he wants, whatever show he wants to go to, it doesn't matter how much it costs. Make sure you do anything and everything to keep him in a good mood. Understood?"

Ichigo was sure that his blush was absolutely visible at this point, his mind too quick to provide images for what 'anything and everything' might be. "What hotel are we putting him in?"

"We're not," Urahara said, surprising Ichigo. "Apparently he's from Tokyo, so he'll just stay at his own apartment."

Ichigo remained sitting but Urahara didn't say anything else, so Ichigo figured he wasn't going to. Before Urahara could yell at him to get going already, Ichigo got out of his seat and left the office, heading to the parking garage underneath the building. He could feel the nerves gathering at the base of his stomach, and he couldn't tell if they were good or bad. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Grimmjow or not. Their night together had been amazing, but absolutely perverse, and Ichigo wasn't so sure that he should be looking forward to an encore. Although, really, the choice was out of his hands. Grimmjow was a client now, one that would most likely bring in millions of dollars. If Ichigo didn't want to lose his job, then he'd have to do anything that Grimmjow wanted.

It didn't take long to find the car, and soon Ichigo was driving out into Tokyo traffic. It had been awhile since he had driven anywhere, but it's not like driving was something you ever completely forgot. At least driving took his mind off of Grimmjow and concentrated it the task at hand. Ichigo had about twenty minutes of mental peace before he pulled into a parking space and shut off the ignition.

He sighed. Well, this was it. He got out and walked up to the main area of the station. It was crowded, as usual, salarimen and schoolgirls and everyone else going about their business. There was a rhythm to their movements, set to the music of the trains arriving and departing and the chatter of the crowd.

Ichigo didn't have to look around for very long in order to find Grimmjow; the other boy stuck out like a lion in a penguin cage. It didn't help that he was taller than the average person, though that was certainly part of it. It was more that Grimmjow had a presence to him, that "it" factor that everyone always talked about but no one could ever define. Ichigo watched as some nearby girls took a snapshot of Grimmjow with one of their phones, then giggled and turned away. And to think he wasn't even famous yet.

Grimmjow noticed him before Ichigo had the chance to call out, and his lips curved upwards into a smirk as he stalked towards the other man. He didn't stop until he was right in front of Ichigo, and then he pulled the other man towards him and leaned down. Ichigo could feel hot breath against his ear, but before Grimmjow could say whatever it was that he wanted to say, Ichigo turned and started to walk towards the car.

"I've been talking to different teams," Ichigo said, resolute on discussing business. Maybe if he kept things professional, he wouldn't end up in a difficult position like last time. "I think we can really drive your salary up if we play them off each other. The Yashima Antlers are already willing to pay-"

"I'm playing for F.C. Tokyo," Grimmjow said, his tone of voice courting no objection.

Ichigo didn't have a problem with that, except that right now F.C. Tokyo wasn't offering as much as other teams, and he wasn't sure that they would go much higher. "Your salary-"

"I don't give a fuck about salary," Grimmjow stated.

Ichigo wasn't sure how Urahara would take it, but it's what the client wanted. They were in front of the car now, and Ichigo opened the door for Grimmjow before getting in himself. One he was seated, looking over at the young man to make sure he was okay. Grimmjow had set his chair back and reclined it more, giving himself more leg space. His arm was hanging out the open window as he waited for Ichigo to start the car. With Grimmjow distracted, Ichigo let his eyes wonder down the planes of the other man's body, stopping at the bulge in his pants where his legs met.

"What are you thinking?"

Ichigo's eyes looked up to see a lewd sneer on Grimmjow's face.

"Miss my dick that much?"

Ichigo blushed and turned the ignition. With one hand he grabbed the contract and tossed it on Grimmjow's lap. "You should read that over while we're driving to your place."

He was surprised when Grimmjow obediently opened the contract and looked it over, but glad for it all the same. Without Grimmjow taunting him it was easier for him to deal with his conflicting feelings. He didn't really want to wake up the next morning with his cock sore and his ass in pain. . . but at the same time, he was already half hard just from thinking about what Grimmjow's cock looked like underneath his clothes. Ichigo was sure that he was going insane; this was just sick.

Luckily, they reached Grimmjow's Roppongi apartment, and Ichigo was surprised to find them at a towering granite skyscraper. There was a marble sign at the entrance to the parking garage, the English words "Olympia Tower" written in large gold cursive across it, Japanese characters underneath. Ichigo drove in, wondering if this was the place. He drove up to a gate, and opened the window for the booth attendant to come over.

"Oh, Mr. Jeagerjaques," the man said, tipping his hat at Grimmjow. "It's nice to see you again."

Grimmjow only grunted a reply. The gate was lifted, and a stunned Ichigo drove in. He parked near the elevator and got out, waiting for Grimmjow to lead the way. They stepped into an elevator made up of black marble and mirror, and they rode it up to the fifteenth floor. Once they got out, Ichigo only saw two doors in the hallway, one on the left and the other on the right. Grimmjow opened the left door, and Ichigo found himself stepping into the most luxurious apartment he had ever seen in his life.

Everything was decorated in grays and blacks, from the marble walls and floors to the leather furniture to the luxurious wool rugs. The ceilings were high and lofty, featuring ample recessed lighting. Everything Ichigo could see was huge. The foyer alone was the size of Ichigo's living room and kitchen combined. The foyer bled into a top-of-the-line kitchen on the side and opened up into the living room in the back. Ichigo stepped forward as Grimmjow did, taking in the fact that there was a circular full-service bar opposite the living room set, with a huge plasma screen television hanging above the bar.

And the windows. The windows were arguably the best thing about the apartment. They stretched from floor to ceiling, looking out on the lights of Roppongi nightlife. Even though it was still daytime, the view was ridiculously beautiful.

"This is your parent's apartment?" Ichigo asked, still dumbfounded. Ichigo's family was considered well-off, since his father was a doctor, but they were nowhere near this level of rich. No wonder Grimmjow wasn't concerned with a few million dollars when it came to his salary.

"Yeah," Grimmjow said, tossing the contract on the bar.

Ichigo turned to look around, wondering where Grimmjow's parents were. Turning back, he could see that there was a path of sorts dividing the living room area with the kitchen and foyer. It led to two hallways, one on either side, and Ichigo guessed that the hallways themselves led to the bedrooms. "Are they here?"

"No," Grimmjow said, his voice strangely devoid of any emotion that Ichigo could read. "They're never here."

Ichigo looked back at Grimmjow, but his face was unreadable. So far, he hadn't thought of Grimmjow as anything other than a client, but he guessed the young man had issues of his own. It didn't seem like Grimmjow wanted to say anything about it, though, so Ichigo didn't pry. "Are you hungry? I can drive you to a restaurant."

"We're not going anywhere," Grimmjow said, tone heavy and final. His eyes seemed to gleam as he looked at Ichigo, and Ichigo shivered underneath the heated gaze.

"I can't," Ichigo said, knowing exactly what it was that Grimmjow wanted "I'm still sore from last time."

Grimmjow leaned against the bar as his eyes darkened. "I told you last time that I don't want that kind of bullshit from you. Get your ass over here, I'm the one who decides if it's worth fucking or not."

Ichigo cringed at the harsh tone, but found himself moving forward regardless. He felt a tension in his groin and looked down, realizing that his cock was already hard and straining against the confines of his pants. He could see the outline of the head of his cock, could see a spot of wetness appear through the cloth where his slit was. He finally found himself in front of Grimmjow.

"Hurry up and strip," Grimmjow said, looked equal parts bored and impatient. He reached for a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass as he waited for Ichigo to do what he said.

Ichigo was thoroughly embarrassed to be stripping in front of someone. When it came to sex, he had always been more modest, even more so than his friends and classmates. He and Ishida had only ever done it on a bed and in darkness. So he didn't know why, whenever Grimmjow barked a humiliating command at him, his cock would twitch and harden.

He pulled off his shirt first, averting his eyes when he felt Grimmjow's gaze rake across his chest, studying him. He concentrated at a point on the floor as he undid his pants. He let them drop to the floor, then nearly stumbled as he stepped out of them. His cock was a bulge in his boxers, the outline clearly visible through the thin fabric. It pushed the hole of the boxers open, so that a glimpse of its peach-colored shaft could be seen through the opening. Ichigo wrapped his hands around the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down, his cock sticking a little bit where the pre-cum had oozed out to coat the silk fabric. But than it sprang free, and he was able to pull his boxers down and off all the way.

"Touch yourself," Grimmjow said. "I want to see what you look like when you're thinking about my dick inside of you, pulverizing your guts."

Ichigo reached both his hands forward. One came to fondle his balls, rolling and squeezing them in his palm. One came to the head of his cock, massaging it in rough, jerky motions. He didn't have to look at Grimmjow to know what the other man looked like. The man's eyes would be directly locked on to his groin. There would be a small smirk on his lips, and lust would have darkened his light blue eyes to almost black. Ichigo had never masturbated in front of someone before, but for some reason he only grew more excited at the thought of Grimmjow watching him, leering at him and getting turned on himself. Ichigo could hear his little pants and moans fill the air, could feel himself getting close to orgasm. Apparently Grimmjow could feel it too, because he ordered Ichigo to stop.

"Turn around," Grimmjow said. "Bend over and grab your ankles."

Ichigo did so. He turned around and, legs spread about hip's distance apart, bent over to place his hands on his ankles. The position left his ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable. He felt Grimmjow come to stand behind him, to press against his ass. The younger man was still clothed, but Ichigo could feel his fabric-covered erection press against the back of one ass cheek. Ichigo shivered just by feeling it against him, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

"Let me tell you exactly what this contract means," Grimmjow said. He bent over Ichigo's back, and pressed his fingers over Ichigo's lips. He brushed over them a few times before forcing his way in, so that his fingers lay thick on Ichigo's tongue.

"This," he said, his fingers slowly thrusting in and out of Ichigo's mouth, "belongs to me."

Ichigo wrapped his lips tight over Grimmjow's fingers, a need deep inside his stomach telling him to suck. So he sucked on them, used his tongue to lick and taste them. After awhile Grimmjow removed his fingers, a trail of spit connecting them, momentarily, to Ichigo's mouth.

"And this," Grimmjow said, pressing his fingers against Ichigo's hole, "belongs to me."

Ichigo gasped as Grimmjow pushed inward. The ring of muscle there protested for just a moment before giving way, and two fingers slid halfway inside of him. His body jerked at the slight intrusion, and he watched as a few more drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock to drip onto the floor in front of him.

"If I say suck it, you open that pretty little mouth of yours. And if I say spread 'em, you take your pants off and bend over. While I'm your client, your hot mouth and tight ass are property of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

Grimmjow watched as his fingers were pulled all the way in to Ichigo's ass. This hole was really something, he thought, moving his fingers in and out. It was squeezing on his fingers like it hadn't been completely fucked raw just a few days before. It was even almost as tight as when Grimmjow had first fucked it. He had wanted to get back inside of it all week now, and now his dick was dripping at the thought of being so close.

Grimmjow took out one finger, then put in another finger from his other hand. He pulled Ichigo's hole apart from both sides, looking deep inside the man. He built up a good volume of spit inside his mouth, then let it drip out of his lips and into Ichigo's hole. It filled the cavity and bubbled over, sloshing around the puckered skin of the entrance.

His glass of whiskey was still near him on the bar, and Grimmjow took a hand out to reach for it. With the one finger still in Ichigo's ass, he stretched that small hole to one side. With his other hand, he carefully poured scotch into Ichigo's hole. He heard Ichigo gasp and shudder as the cold liquid hit his insides, then spill over and run down his ass and legs. Grimmjow leaned forward, sticking his tongue inside Ichigo's hole and lapping up the scotch.

Ichigo was loving it, Grimmjow could tell. Moaning and panting and squirming all around him. He fucked Ichigo with his tongue, thrashing and curling it inside of the other boy. And Ichigo's body was letting him, his hole spreading easily to accommodate his tongue. The man really was made to take cock. Grimmjow pulled his tongue out and looked down, watching as Ichigo's hole closed around empty space. It was wet and twitching, ready for a good pounding.

"Get up," Grimmjow said, pulling on Ichigo's shoulder. "Get up against the window."

Ichigo was now quick to do what he was told, his hole aching too much for him to think of doing otherwise. He wanted Grimmjow's huge cock inside of him again, he wanted to feel his hole overflowing with hot semen.

He braced his hands against the glass of the window, looking out over the city. In the reflection he could see Grimmjow come up behind him. A hand came to squeeze his left hip, and the sound of a zipper opening filled the air. He saw and heard Grrimmjow spit on his own cock, then rub the liquid over the huge thing. Ichigo felt it come to press against his hole, the tip of it just gently touching it. His heart sped up and his stomach fluttered; even after last time, it felt huge against him, impossibly so.

"Relax," Grimmjow muttered, "unless you want it tearing you in half."

Ichigo took a deep breath, trying to do so. Still, he couldn't help but cringe as Grimmjow started to push in. He felt his hole stretch around the very tip of the head, then stop. He cried out as Grimmjow then pushed more forcefully, the whole head breaching his tight ring of muscle. Grimmjow started to work himself in with small thrusts, each thrust spreading Ichigo's ass open another centimeter. When he was halfway in, Grimmjow placed both of his hands on Ichigo's hips, gripping hard enough for his fingernails to break the skin.

"Fuck," Grimmjow moaned, feeling his dick get squeezed. Ichigo's hole was convulsing and shuddering around him; it was like it was trying to pull him in deeper. It had been a complete mess when Grimmjow had been done with it on Monday, but now it was almost as tight as ever. "So fucking tight."

Finally he felt himself push in to the hilt, his balls hitting against Ichigo's ass with a soft slap. Ichigo was sweating and panting in front of him, and he leaned down to lick the sweat off Ichigo's shoulder. Then he bit down, enjoying the way Ichigo yelped, the way the man's body convulsed around his cock. Grimmjow licked around the bite marks before withdrawing, nuzzling into Ichigo's hair and bringing his mouth close to the man's ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Grimmjow whispered harshly. That was all the warning Ichigo got before Grimmjow pulled out all the way and slammed back in. Ichigo cried out as his whole body was slammed into the glass, his cheek coming to rest against it. And then Grimmjow was doing it again, and again, mercilessly pounding his guts.

Ichigo's cock was caught against the glass, uncomfortable and neglected. But that was nothing compared to the sheer pleasure of having Grimmjow's cock inside of him again. It really did feel like he was being split in half, but somehow that just made his ass shiver in ecstasy. Every time Grimmjow pulled out, it hungrily tried to pull him back in. It wasn't long before Ichigo couldn't stand it anymore. He cried and shuddered, eyes closed and eyebrows creasing together as he screamed his orgasm. His cock twitched against the window, sending cum out to coat the glass. And Grimmjow kept pounding into him.

"You're such a sick piece of fuckmeat," Grimmjow whispered in his ear. "How many times are you going to cum just from my dick fucking you?"

Ichigo moaned at the words, feeling his cock harden again, sliding against his own cum.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head off," Grimmjow said, "I'll keep fucking you all night. I'll pound your ass until you can't even stand up any more."

Ichigo shuddered and came again. It was almost painful, cumming so close together, but this orgasm seemed to wreck through his entire body. It started in his crotch and spread out like wildfire to the tips of his fingers and toes. He shuddered, his body just wanting to collapse. He was almost thankful that he was caught between the glass and Grimmjow's cock; he wouldn't be able to support himself otherwise.

Grimmjow chuckled into his neck. "Already? I guess it's my turn now. I'm going to shoot such big load into you that you'll feel it in your stomach."

Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow increased the rate of his thrusts. Grimmjow was panting and grunting into his neck, fucking him like an animal. He could feel it as Grimmjow came. He felt Grimmjow's body shudder behind him, felt hot semen hit his inside walls. If he had been hard, he would have cum again just from that sensation.

Grimmjow looked down and started to removed his cock. The puckered entrance of Ichigo's hole clung to his cock as it pulled out, as if it didn't want it to go. Finally, Grimmjow pulled it all the way out with a plop, the little hole puttering and then closing in on itself. Wanting to see jizz dripping out of Ichigo's hole, Grimmjow pushed two of his fingers back in and moved them in and out. A few thrusts was all it took to send creamy white cum squirting out of the hole, to land on Ichigo's pale ass and thighs.

Grimmjow's cock was actually limp for once, but he figured he had been giving it a good workout this week. He turned Ichigo around, supporting the other man with his arms. Ichigo's legs were obviously shaky, and he let Grimmjow move him towards the couch. Grimmjow sat down on it, legs spread apart, and lowered Ichigo between them. Ichigo blinked, face to face with Grimmjow's limp cock.

"Clean it," Grimmjow said.

Even though he was tired, Ichigo leaned forward, pushing his tongue out to lick at Grimmjow's cock. He swirled his tongue around the head, still tangy-tasting from residue of cum and pre-cum. Then he licked and sucked his way up and down the sides, tasting every square inch of flesh. By the time he was finished Grimmjow was hard again, but Ichigo dipped down lower, ignoring the hard cock to lick Grimmjow's balls clean.

Grimmjow grinned and grabbed his cock, moving it to the side so he could see Ichigo lapping his balls up. "Suck them in your mouth."

Grimmjow watched as Ichigo sucked a ball into his mouth. He could feel Ichigo's tongue press against it, swirl around it. And then Ichigo let go and repeated the same treatment with his other ball. When Ichigo was done he sat back. Grimmjow let go of his cock, watching as it gently slapped the orange-haired man on his cheek.

"I just realized you never got to taste my jizz," Grimmjow said, leaning back and bringing his arms up to rest on the back of the couch. "So go ahead and eat up."

Ichigo grabbed the shaft of Grimmjow's cock with both hands, then wrapped his mouth around the head of it. He was sure that he was too tired to be able to get the whole thing down his throat today, so he bobbed his head up and down the top half instead, while jerking off the bottom half.

"That's right," Grimmjow moaned, "milk it dry."

Ichigo increased his pace, doing his best to suck and swirl his tongue around at the same time. Even sucking on half of Grimmjow's cock was hard; he could still feel it stretch his throat out as it slid down. After awhile he felt Grimmjow tangle his hands in Ichigo's hair and lift him off his cock.

Grimmjow's cock jerked and started shooting out cum. One jet landed across Ichigo's face, and another one landed on his tongue. And then Grimmjow pushed Ichigo's head back onto the huge cock and poured the rest of his jizz down Ichigo's throat. Grimmjow held Ichigo down there even after he orgasmed, letting his cock go limp inside Ichigo's mouth before releasing the other man.

As soon as he let go Ichigo pulled his head off, rubbing at his jaw. To his relief Grimmjow seemed content to just relax for the moment. . . maybe this time, coming twice would be enough for the younger man.

Grimmjow's hand reached out for him, and Ichigo was surprised when it ran almost affectionately along the side of his face. But then he noticed the cocky grin stretched over Grimmjow's lips.

"You look good with my cum all over your face," Grimmjow said. Ichigo scowled. But then Grimmjow had both hands on either side of Ichigo's face and was pulling him forward onto Grimmjow's lap. Their faces were just about an inch away, and Grimmjow reached his tongue out, licking his own cum off of Ichigo's face. Ichigo was surprised, but he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the tongue bath. Then Grimmjow swept his tongue lower, over Ichigo's lips, and claimed them in a kiss.

It was strange, Ichigo thought, to be doing something as innocent as just making out with Grimmjow. It was almost sweet. But then he felt something hard poking into his thigh. He broke their kisses and scowled down at Grimmjow.

"It's your fault," Grimmjow said, pushing Ichigo down into the couch cushions. "My dick just can't say no to that tight little hole of yours."

Ichigo only sighed as he felt his legs being spread apart. He guessed he was in for another long night.

Next chapter: Ichigo gets lonely while Grimmjow finishes up college, but when Grimmjow comes back to Tokyo he brings company.