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Ichigo laid in bed with only a pair of sweatpants on, staring outside of his open window. His eyes flicked around for any sign of movement, even knowing he wouldn’t see anything. It put him on edge every night, anticipation growing in his chest. He tried to relax, but he didn’t know how to, especially when he knew what to expect, just not when to expect it.
His curtains fluttered with a sudden breeze. His breath caught in his throat and he jumped to his knees, eyes wide. Was it just the wind or was it… He felt two calloused hands cup his cheeks and reel him into an invisible mouth. He gasped in surprise and longing, opening his mouth to the questing tongue trying to lick inside. He was pushed down to the bed on his back, and his window was closed by an invisible force.
He felt a presence hovering above him and a breath on his face, ruffling his hair. There was no movement for several moments, and Ichigo got the distinct impression he was being stared at. Ichigo reached out and grabbed whatever he touched first; it felt like fabric. He pulled and felt a delicious weight on top of him, and that seemed to break the spell.
He was kissed again, more roughly this time, teeth clacking and tongues exploring. He felt a harsh bite on his lip, then a lick to soothe the sting. He moaned, his hands gripping the fabric tighter. He could feel the other’s erection rutting into his leg. Panting, Ichigo put his hand at the closest approximation he thought would put him in contact with hard, hot flesh. He fumbled around and found the cloth covered cock, hot and throbbing.
Ichigo felt a gust of air on his face; it could have been a breath, a moan, or even speech. He wished he knew, he wished he could see the eyes that were surely looking straight at him. Or maybe they would be directed to Ichigo’s hand on his dick. He didn’t know; he wished he did. He felt a burn in his nose and an ache in his throat that indicated tears. No, it's fine. He's right here. You can't see him or hear him, but you can feel him. That's enough. It has to be.
He blinked the tears away and pushed against an invisible chest. All movement stopped. Ichigo slowly brought his hands upwards, feeling two cheeks. One had soft skin and the other had a sharp bone fragment. He traced the teeth he knew were there reverently. It was proof of who was here with him, sharing his bed and his heart.
He slowly moved his hands down a strong, corded neck then broad shoulders. He started to push the jacket off those shoulders and felt him shrug to help the process. He traced the scar on a muscled chest, moving slowly downward to chiseled abs. He ran into a zipper and felt an extra hand unzip it completely and push it off.
He continued his exploration, his hand moving over the void in the abdomen. He pushed his fingers through, tracing the emptiness fondly. It was cold, and a little squishy. Fleshy.
He remembered the first time he ever touched the hollow hole; the body in front of him stiffened so quickly, he snatched his fingers back like he'd been burned. But then a hand had held his and brought it back to the chasm. He had thoroughly explored it that night, felt the whole circumference, the coldness yet the fact that it was definitely a living part of the body before him. He had never been fucked so wildly like he had been that night.
He moved on from the hole, stroking down hips and strong thighs. He stopped and looked up at where he thought his face might be. "I just wanted to feel you," he spoke quietly into the room. Heaven forbid he said he missed him. But it was true, he had missed him. He wanted to touch him again and memorize the feel of his skin, his muscles, his scars.
That mouth came back and kissed his own again, gently this time. "Grimmjow…" he whispered in the space between their lips. Impatient hands roved over Ichigo's uncovered back and down to his ass, pushing his sweatpants and boxers off in one go. Ichigo kicked them off and was fully naked. Finally.
His ass was harshly grabbed and he was pulled into Grimmjow's lap. His erection bumped up against Ichigo's, full and impatient. Ichigo moaned and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's broad shoulders. He felt that mouth nipping and sucking down his neck, surely leaving marks.
Ichigo wrapped his legs completely around Grimmjow's hips and ground his length into Grimmjow's. Tingles shot through his body and he moaned breathily. He felt Grimmjow's hands grip his hips tightly. He hoped they'd leave marks; that way he'd have no doubts about his nightly visitor. He'd have no doubts that this is real and not some vivid dream.
Before he could even think about continuing to grind against Grimmjow's cock, he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach. He yelled in surprise and then let out a shaky moan when he felt a warm, wet appendage lapping over his hole. Two warm, calloused hands gripped his cheeks and spread him apart. He felt that clever tongue continue to lave over his hole and then suddenly spear into him.
He moaned like he was being strangled, hands gripping his pillow. He buried his face in the pillow and pushed his hips back towards the wonderful tongue fucking his insides. He was so hard he was dripping all over his sheets. Grimmjow pulled him even closer by the hips, his mask fragment scratching slightly against his ass cheeks. The slight sting just made the pleasure that much more sweet."
"G-Grimm–" he forced out of his throat, barely having any breath left to speak. He felt a rough smack! on his ass. He cried out into the room. Another smack! then another, and another. Eventually his ass was spanked to the point of becoming hot to the touch, stinging and feeling so good. He felt overheated, he could barely breathe. All he could do was whine and drool into his pillow and take it.
Eventually, the blows onto his ass ceased and the tongue inside withdrew. He whined, reaching back with a hand. He felt a hand grab and hold his, a reassurance. Then he was pushed onto his back once more. His drawer opened and a bottle of lube was opened in front of his eyes. A generous amount was squirted into the air and onto his hole and then thrown back into the drawer.
He heard the slick sounds of Grimmjow most likely lubing up his cock. Then he felt slick fingers at his hole. His cock twitched and he whined again. He was so desperate to feel him again, please. His desperation must have come across to Grimmjow because he felt two fingers enter him without resistance.
He threw his head back and moaned. He covered his mouth with both hands, but the noises didn't stop. He was stretched and pushed into, fingers scissoring into him continuously. At one point they found that spot inside of him and his back arched off the bed. Another finger, then another entered him until he was being completely stretched by four fingers. His legs were spread wantonly and he could feel Grimmjow in between them, spreading them more with the broadness of his shoulders.
Finally, when he thought he couldn't wait anymore, the fingers disappeared. He felt a blunt pressure at his hole, and then nothing. A hand was on his cheek, wiping the tears of pleasure away. He looked up even though he knew he wouldn't see anything. "Please…" he whispered. The hand caressed his cheek one last time then was placed onto his hip. He felt the blunt tip breach him and then he was filled to the brim with Grimmjow.
The pace started out slow, but picked up quickly. In no time he was being slammed into, his legs thrown over strong shoulders. One hand was on his hip and the other was on his shoulder, pushing and pulling him back and forth onto the cock inside of him. His head was thrown back and all he could see was stars. All he could hear was continuous moaning and screaming coming from his own throat.
He tried to cover his mouth again, but it was pulled away. If he could hear his voice, he imagined Grimmjow would have said something like, "Let them hear." So he did. His throat was sore and hoarse from singing Grimmjow's praises. Sometimes there would be words, "yes, please, God, don't stop!", and sometimes there would be wordless moans and whines, sobs and screams.
Ichigo felt himself getting closer and closer. He just needed a little more, just a little– He felt a hand on his cock, stroking in time with those quick, deep thrusts. Just a few strokes and he was seeing white, his back arching and cum spraying onto his stomach and chest. He felt both hands on his hips now, and the pace picked up. He was slammed into about a dozen more times before he was filled with scalding heat. His spent cock twitched in premature interest.
He fell back on the bed, spent and boneless. Not long after, a large body fell on top of him and he let out a grunt. He was too content to complain, though. He felt a hand run through his orange spikes, gently caressing and scratching. He hummed low in his throat in pleasure. Eventually the weight was lifted from him and he heard footsteps go towards his door.
This was the normal routine. After fucking his brains out, Grimmjow would get a wet washcloth and clean them both off. Then they would sleep together and Grimmjow would be gone by morning. Then Ichigo would spend his day trying to live a normal human life, waiting impatiently for night to fall so Grimmjow would return to him.
The door opened then closed. His eyes were closed, but he felt the warm cloth gently wiping away his spend and sweat. The cloth was thrown somewhere in the room and then a large body was joining him in the bed, pushing Ichigo towards the wall with the window. He turned onto his side and felt Grimmjow wrap his body up from behind, holding him tightly to a muscled chest.
Nights were the only time he felt at peace. He couldn't speak to or hear Zangetsu anymore, his friends from Soul Society hadn't visited him once since he'd lost his powers, and the friends he had in the World of the Living sheltered him. He felt trapped and empty, without a purpose. He didn't feel any of these things when Grimmjow visited. He doesn't remember when it started or even why. Grimmjow appeared to him one day, probably trying to cash in his fight.
Ichigo remembered apologizing profusely when he figured out just who was in his room with him. He felt ashamed that he had to break his promise. After that he was certain he'd never see or hear from Grimmjow again. But… he was wrong. He kept coming. Night after night. Day after day, he was there in his room. Sometimes he thought he followed him to school and work. He might not have been able to sense or see spirits anymore, but his instincts told him he was being watched.
He was almost certain it was Grimmjow keeping an eye on him. Normally, he didn't like the thought of being protected. He hated being sheltered by his father and friends at school. Yet, when Grimmjow watched over him, it only made him feel warm and touched. He yearned for the day that he would get his powers back and see Grimmjow again, hear his voice, his laugh. He wanted everything this man would give him. Everything.
He just had to be patient. He felt Grimmjow's arms tighten around him and he smiled. Eventually, he drifted off to dreams of blue hair and bluer eyes and a smile so sharp he felt it could cut him.