Alleys
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,967
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Alleys
It was hot, and heavy, and angry, and Ichigo fucking loved every second of it.
Grimmjow slammed him against a rough stone wall, pushing tight against him, sword held at Ichigo’s throat. Ichigo’s erection rubbed against Grimmjow’s leg, strategically placed between his own, and he groaned.
“Fucking bastard,” Ichigo bit out, loving the way Grimmjow’s eyes fluttered and he pressed all the much harder. Ichigo could feel the Espada’s own erection, hot and hard, against his hip. “Pleased to see me?”
“You have no idea,” Grimmjow purred, shifting his leg and tearing a gasp from Ichigo. “Whore.”
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed Grimmjow away. A second later, Grimmjow was in Ichigo’s previous position. He chuckled, incensing Ichigo further. But that was what Grimmjow did. And that was what Ichigo liked.
“I’m the whore? Really?” he gasped out, biting down on Grimmjow’s neck hard enough to hurt. Grimmjow actually purred, chest rumbling, and snaked his hands down to grasp Ichigo’s arse and squeeze, hard. Ichigo arched against him, giving Grimmjow the perfect chance to once again reverse their roles.
Ichigo was met with a face-full of brick and Grimmjow’s clothed cock throbbing against his arse. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Grimmjow groped his length through his already-damp jeans. Grimmjow chuckled against his neck, little puffs of air hitting his heated skin. Ichigo gasped, lips parting. His mouth suddenly felt too dry.
Grimmjow pushed him into the wall, which rubbed fiercely against his cock. Ichigo moaned. “Liking this, fucker?” Grimmjow hissed, sharp nose trailing from Ichigo’s neck to behind his ear. Such a fleeting touch, but it made Ichigo’s body flare with heat.
“You smell so fucking good. Just a bitch in heat, aintcha?”
“I’ll show you who’s a bitch,” Ichigo growled, but before he could push Grimmjow away and resume their previous fight, Grimmjow’s sword was once again poised at his jugular. Ichigo held still, not so much out of fear as a sudden knee-buckling wave of arousal. Grimmjow knew just how much he loved the feel of a sword. It sparked something primal inside of him.
Grimmjow one-handedly pulled his trousers down enough to expose his cock and did the same to Ichigo’s jeans, pushing them down to expose his milky arse. Had Grimmjow not felt like exploding, he’d have bitten the tempting globes, plunged his tongue between and made Ichigo scream his name.
As it was, he thrust two fingers, dry, into Ichigo, laughing loudly when he found the passage already slick. “Expecting someone?”
“You know who I was expecting,” Ichigo hissed, flushing with embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit he’d been anticipating sex, wanting Grimmjow to shag him up against an alley wall like the slut Grimmjow enjoyed calling him, and Ichigo enjoyed being called.
“Slut,” Grimmjow whispered in his ear, thrusting his tongue inside. Ichigo’s mouth opened in a silent scream as Grimmjow thrust into him without further preamble. “Wish I started fucking you years ago if I’d known how easy you’d be.”
Ichigo was only easy for Grimmjow, but didn’t bother to point that out. No need to stoke Grimmjow’s ego.
It seemed Grimmjow had read his thoughts, anyway, as he possessively slid a hand into Ichigo’s trousers and grasped his cock, plowing into his greedy hole. “’Course, you’re only easy for me. You’re mine, bitch.”
God Ichigo loved that. “Yours,” he agreed, thrusting back, impaling himself on Grimmjow’s large cock.
Prostate battered, cock leaking and aching, hole stretched hungrily around Grimmjow, and two of Grimmjow’s fingers suddenly shoved, forcefully, into Ichigo’s mouth, Ichigo came, hard and hot and screaming Grimmjow’s name, muffled, around the fingers finding their way down his throat.
Grimmjow fucking roared as he came not a second later, flooding Ichigo with heated cum, grinning in satisfaction at the thought of Ichigo having to walk home, arse leaking with Grimmjow’s seed.
“So hot,” Grimmjow told him, panting harshly against Ichigo’s sweaty skin. Ichigo was slumped against the wall, taking in huge gulps of air as if he’d been choked. Which maybe he had. But he’d loved it.
“Yeah, yeah it was,” Ichigo agreed hoarsely. They both stood there, catching their breaths, and then Ichigo pulled his trousers up and grabbed his hollow badge. Before Grimmjow had time to react, Ichigo was in his shinigami form, sword pointing straight at Grimmjow’s heart.
“Now, where were we?”
Grimmjow slammed him against a rough stone wall, pushing tight against him, sword held at Ichigo’s throat. Ichigo’s erection rubbed against Grimmjow’s leg, strategically placed between his own, and he groaned.
“Fucking bastard,” Ichigo bit out, loving the way Grimmjow’s eyes fluttered and he pressed all the much harder. Ichigo could feel the Espada’s own erection, hot and hard, against his hip. “Pleased to see me?”
“You have no idea,” Grimmjow purred, shifting his leg and tearing a gasp from Ichigo. “Whore.”
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed Grimmjow away. A second later, Grimmjow was in Ichigo’s previous position. He chuckled, incensing Ichigo further. But that was what Grimmjow did. And that was what Ichigo liked.
“I’m the whore? Really?” he gasped out, biting down on Grimmjow’s neck hard enough to hurt. Grimmjow actually purred, chest rumbling, and snaked his hands down to grasp Ichigo’s arse and squeeze, hard. Ichigo arched against him, giving Grimmjow the perfect chance to once again reverse their roles.
Ichigo was met with a face-full of brick and Grimmjow’s clothed cock throbbing against his arse. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Grimmjow groped his length through his already-damp jeans. Grimmjow chuckled against his neck, little puffs of air hitting his heated skin. Ichigo gasped, lips parting. His mouth suddenly felt too dry.
Grimmjow pushed him into the wall, which rubbed fiercely against his cock. Ichigo moaned. “Liking this, fucker?” Grimmjow hissed, sharp nose trailing from Ichigo’s neck to behind his ear. Such a fleeting touch, but it made Ichigo’s body flare with heat.
“You smell so fucking good. Just a bitch in heat, aintcha?”
“I’ll show you who’s a bitch,” Ichigo growled, but before he could push Grimmjow away and resume their previous fight, Grimmjow’s sword was once again poised at his jugular. Ichigo held still, not so much out of fear as a sudden knee-buckling wave of arousal. Grimmjow knew just how much he loved the feel of a sword. It sparked something primal inside of him.
Grimmjow one-handedly pulled his trousers down enough to expose his cock and did the same to Ichigo’s jeans, pushing them down to expose his milky arse. Had Grimmjow not felt like exploding, he’d have bitten the tempting globes, plunged his tongue between and made Ichigo scream his name.
As it was, he thrust two fingers, dry, into Ichigo, laughing loudly when he found the passage already slick. “Expecting someone?”
“You know who I was expecting,” Ichigo hissed, flushing with embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit he’d been anticipating sex, wanting Grimmjow to shag him up against an alley wall like the slut Grimmjow enjoyed calling him, and Ichigo enjoyed being called.
“Slut,” Grimmjow whispered in his ear, thrusting his tongue inside. Ichigo’s mouth opened in a silent scream as Grimmjow thrust into him without further preamble. “Wish I started fucking you years ago if I’d known how easy you’d be.”
Ichigo was only easy for Grimmjow, but didn’t bother to point that out. No need to stoke Grimmjow’s ego.
It seemed Grimmjow had read his thoughts, anyway, as he possessively slid a hand into Ichigo’s trousers and grasped his cock, plowing into his greedy hole. “’Course, you’re only easy for me. You’re mine, bitch.”
God Ichigo loved that. “Yours,” he agreed, thrusting back, impaling himself on Grimmjow’s large cock.
Prostate battered, cock leaking and aching, hole stretched hungrily around Grimmjow, and two of Grimmjow’s fingers suddenly shoved, forcefully, into Ichigo’s mouth, Ichigo came, hard and hot and screaming Grimmjow’s name, muffled, around the fingers finding their way down his throat.
Grimmjow fucking roared as he came not a second later, flooding Ichigo with heated cum, grinning in satisfaction at the thought of Ichigo having to walk home, arse leaking with Grimmjow’s seed.
“So hot,” Grimmjow told him, panting harshly against Ichigo’s sweaty skin. Ichigo was slumped against the wall, taking in huge gulps of air as if he’d been choked. Which maybe he had. But he’d loved it.
“Yeah, yeah it was,” Ichigo agreed hoarsely. They both stood there, catching their breaths, and then Ichigo pulled his trousers up and grabbed his hollow badge. Before Grimmjow had time to react, Ichigo was in his shinigami form, sword pointing straight at Grimmjow’s heart.
“Now, where were we?”