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God, he's such a fucking prick. Prancing around like a whore for everyone to ogle.

There's only a couple songs left of their set and Grimmjow's really laying it on thick tonight. Playing the heavy bass of their songs in such a way it's obscene. Dirty. The crowd loves it though, especially the women. Every time Grimmjow tosses his head back and rocks his hips with every bass line he nails gives the impression he's fucking his damn guitar rather than playing it. The faces the son of a bitch makes doesn't help in the slightest either.

They're pretty damn accurate to the real thing too, Ichigo would know.

Grimmjow's the image of sex. Absolutely dripping in it. But he's the eye candy of their duo so he can flaunt himself on stage all he wants.

Ichigo rolls his eyes as if he hasn't been taking every chance he's got to check him out between his drum breaks. He has a good view anyway, it can't be helped. Their usual set up has his drum set positioned at the back center of the stage to make room for the rest of the equipment. So, Grimmjow always ends up in his line of sight while playing and singing to his heart's content.

Real convenient, Ichigo thinks.

Like now, his bass is hanging from it's strap around his neck while the backing track carries the tune of a bridge section so he can caress along his mic stand with his hands. Up and down so his fingers play with the cord. His lips press to the microphone with each lyric he purrs and some of the fans in the crowd scream a little louder.

Grimmjow's head tilts back and rolls from one shoulder to the other. The rest of his body follows the motion naturally so that he turns enough to look back at him. A sultry grin curls his lips when he finds Ichigo's eyes already on him, and sends a wink his way before turning back to his mic.

Real convenient.

Tonight Grimmjow's dressed in his usual get up. So pretty slutty. With his tight, black leather pants held up by a couple studded belts that hang dangerously low on his hips, and a flimsy tank top. A tank top that Ichigo thinks doesn't really count as a real one in the first place. He might as well not wear it to begin with. The ridiculous amount of necklaces he's got slung around his neck covers more of his chest than the damn tank. But that of course is intentional on Grimmjow's part, as is everything about his stage presence.

From the excessive jewelry hanging off him, the chipped nail polish, to the little bit of color painted under his eyes.

It makes Ichigo hot all over.

Though it's easy to ignore the heat in his gut when he has to focus on driving the pace of the music. As the drummer he sets the pulse and controls the flow of their songs. It comes easy to him after years of practice and playing with Grimmjow. They play well together. Really well.

For more than one reason too.

His arms move fluidly and autonomously from each other to create each layer to the beat. Smashing the cymbals before returning to the high hat with one arm and pounding away at the snare and toms with the other. Meanwhile his foot works the pedal for his base drum. It's a true testament to his multitasking abilities that he can play their songs without mistake and sneak glances at Grimmjow's ass for the entirety of a set.

As their current song comes to an exciting end Grimmjow laughs like a maniac into his microphone and riles up the crowd.

"Do you think we should play one more tonight?" he asks the crowd as if there's not another song on the set list. A chorus of shouts rise in response, of course demanding one more song.

Grimmjow feigns indifference and looks back at Ichigo like he does every show. "I don't think they've earned one last song. Do you?" he asks cruelly. The look in his eyes, only for Ichigo, tell a completely different story. There's heat that matches his own in those fiery blue eyes.

Pleasant chills crawl over his body despite the sweat clinging to him. Grimmjow looks like he wants to eat him on this very stage. Right now would not be the best time to pop a boner though. So he plays along and shakes his head disappointingly, all part of the show.

Some displeased awes and shouts ripple through the crowd and Grimmjow cackles. He spins back around to face the audience.

"Then I'm gonna need yall to show us some love. I can't hear shit up here," he drawls and rests a hand on his hip while the other plays with the cord twined around his mic stand.

Their fans eat it up like every time. Grimmjow's stage persona isn't much different from how he is off stage, which is mean and a bit bitchy. Granted, their dedicated fan base doesn't know that. But Grimmjow's personality attracts plenty of attention from those that like that kind of guy all the same.

Whoops and hollers meet his ears, and after a couple seconds the ruckus reaches a fever pitch. Ichigo takes that as his cue to start their last song.

As he plays the opening measures of the song the cheers grow even louder as recognition washes over the crowd. It's one of the fan favorites, and coincidentally, the first song him and Grimmjow wrote together.

The growl of Grimmjow's bass vibrates the stage gently as he joins the song and picks up the first verse. His voice is strong as it fills the air through the speakers with just the right amount of growl and bite. Ichigo loves this song of theirs even more because of the way Grimmjow sings it.

He pounds at his drums as the song swells and the crowd sings along to the main chorus. It's loud enough that Grimmjow steps back from his mic and listens for a moment with a pleased grin.

The song comes to an eventual end, and of course they play it again as the encore. Ichigo slams his cymbals on the final note and lets out a tired but satisfied sigh. Cheers erupt and the applause rumbles in his bones. Nothing beats this feeling. All the start up shit they had to do a few years back and playing smaller gigs was worth it to reach here. They still aren't huge, but their band's got a couple songs that have cracked the charts.

Grimmjow makes a show of bowing to Ichigo sat behind his drum set so he gets a moment of spotlight. Ichigo basks in the cheers and waves from his spot. Even though he's not the front man like Grimmjow, he's got people that come to see him as weird as a thought that is. 

Then it's Grimmjow's turn to be appreciated. So Ichigo gets up from his drums and shoves his sticks in one of his pockets to join Grimmjow up front. He gives Grimmjow a smirk before flourishing his hands towards the man and bowing dramatically. More cheering echoes in his ears, he couldn't be more grateful for his earplugs.

Grimmjow takes his mic and gives a few more snarky comments and 'thank you's to wrap things up before looping an arm over Ichigo's shoulders so they can give their final bow together. The warmth mingling between the both of them is a bit unbearable. Hot and sticky from sweat as their skin presses close.

When they stand back upright Grimmjow snakes his fingers into Ichigo's hair and presses his face into the side of his head.

"I'm gonna fuck you stupid," he whispers softly, his lips ghost gently against his hair. Then he pulls back an inch so their eyes can meet.

Good god.

Ichigo scoffs and shoves the dumbass off of him with a fond smile. He couldn't let Grimmjow get too smug. Shit like this doesn't help with the rumors either.

The crowd starts to slowly dissipate from the venue and some linger back. But Ichigo was on a mission now. They've got a small crew to help with set up, tear down, and managing their behind the scenes stuff, but he likes to put up his own drums.

He goes through the motions of hauling all the cases out from backstage and putting each drum away and taking apart the other components that needed it, like his cymbals and stands. It's easy enough but he can feel Grimmjow's eyes burning a hole in his back from wherever he is helping Ulquiorra collect their other equipment. It's unsettling in a good way and not subtle at all.

Ichigo loves it. Grimmjow doesn't need to know that though.

He definitely does.

By the time he lugs all his stuff to it's designated spot to be packed away for the trip to their next show, he's starving. He can't find Grimmjow anymore on the stage, just the few crew guys tearing down the last of their stuff. So he wanders out the back of the venue to their RV made tour bus.

He figures Grimmjow is out smoking somewhere to wind down after the show while waiting for him, but still he doesn't see him loitering around anywhere. The parking lot is relatively empty. Two large vans are parked near the RV, but it's theirs where the majority of their equipment is stored while on the road. There's nothing or no one else out here.

Ichigo walks up to the large RV and digs his set of keys out of his pockets. He needs to eat- and shower now that he thinks about it. Yeah, eat then shower, unless Grimmjow decides to override that entirely. That's always a possibility.

It's completely dark inside, the lights still out, so he beat Grimmjow back. Where the hell is he?

They still have some left overs from the last fast food place they visited in the fridge. He'll just heat that up.

Once the door closes behind him with a click he's being slammed back into it. His heart falls out of his ass. Ichigo shouts and shoves a hand out to push off whoever rushed him but his wrist ends up pinned to the door by his head.

"God, you took so fuckin long."

The words are mouthed directly against his neck and the adrenaline spike fizzles out of him instantly. Leaving that dormant warmth that awakens in the dark of their RV and shitty hotel rooms very alive.

"Christ, Grimmjow. Don't fucking do that," he hisses back and fists his free hand in Grimmjow's styled hair. Its surprisingly soft given how much product he puts in it to keep it so wild. Though its a bit damp near his hairline from sweat, Ichigo doesn't mind.

"Ah, but I like the way you scream," Grimmjow chuckles lowly and wedges one of his legs between Ichigo's. Pressing his thigh up between his a tad too hard. The pressure borders on painful for his balls and in turn has the warmth in his gut turning molten.

A soft grunt leaves Ichigo's lips and his head falls back with a dull thud against the door. Grimmjow nips at the bared skin immediately. "Can't we hold off for like 10 more minutes? Ulquiorra and the guys will be coming by to check in anytime now," he gasps after a particularly mean nip from Grimmjow.

The bastard has the audacity roll his eyes at him with their secret on the line.

"I don't give a fuck," Grimmjow huffs and goes back to working Ichigo's tender skin between his teeth like he's a chew toy.

They've kept this under wraps for too long now to screw up because Grimmjow got a bit impatient.

"Grimm-"

"I already gave them their room information for the hotel a couple blocks away. They won't be coming in here," Grimmjow cut him off as soon as he starts to whine.

Well at least he has some forethought. At least when it comes to scheming for sex. Ichigo can give him that.

"They'll still have to get the vans, which are right outside," Ichigo complains just for the sake of getting under Grimmjow's skin. It earns him a hard bite to the crook of his neck and more pressure to his crotch. He groans low in his throat as he rises on his tip toes to alleviate some of the pressure.

"I'll just have to keep you quiet then, huh?"

Grimmjow steps back and drags him through the dark of their small space. Ichigo stumbles after him with a breathy laugh.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asks as Grimmjow shoves him down on the unkempt bed that's barely big enough for the both of them. The scoff he gets in response is exactly what he wants. A night isn't complete without antagonizing his boyfriend a little.

"No. I think about other things than eating, unlike you," Grimmjow huffs and pounces on him.

The springs in the shitty bed screech from both of their weight.

"Just call me a fatass, why don't ya?" he snickers and hooks his legs around Grimmjow. He's got to get on top of the guy before he's pinned down for the rest of the night. Ichigo rolls them and settles on top of Grimmjow, his legs straddle the other's waist.

"Fatass," Grimmjow growls and tugs at Ichigo's shirt. His hands grab the hem and yank it up and over his head to throw it behind him. Ichigo lets him.

"Also, you were dragging on the opener," Grimmjow hums and drags his hands over his chest. They glide up towards his collarbones then rake down to his navel. Sweet then mean.

It's perfectly dizzying.

"No I fucking wasn't," Ichigo frowns. There's no way he was off tempo. And Grimmjow's hands wouldn't distract him from that comment.

He quickly undoes the buckle of his belt and slides it out of his pant loops. It joins his shirt on the floor with a soft clunk.

"Yeah, you were," Grimmjow mocks him and sits up a bit to bully into his space. The rings on his fingers are cool against his skin as he grabs his sides.

Ichigo arches into the touch and rocks his hips down into Grimmjow's.

"Shut up." He slams his lips to Grimmjow's and shoves his tongue between his lips to lick over his teeth.

That earns him a growl in response, but his boyfriend happily locks tongues with him. Their teeth clack together as the kiss deepens. More of an attack of each other's lips than an actual kiss. Spit mingles between them as well as ragged pants of hot air. Their faces might just meld together with how hard they press against each other, trying to dominate the kiss.

Ichigo pulls back to suck down greedy gasps of breath. He can't stop a pleased smile from quirking the corners of his lips. Grimmjow looks like a mess already. His hair is like a soft, blue halo around his head, sticking every which way. The little bit of blue under his eyes is smeared from sweat and his lips are a little puffy from all the kissing.

What a lucky bitch he is.

Ichigo covets every facet of Grimmjow. Their fans may get to see him act promiscuous on stage but only he gets to see him truly wrung out. The only one that has the right to touch the man.

It's such a rush to the head.

A grin spreads across Grimmjow's face as he stares back at Ichigo in the small space between them. Feral and a little insane. It shouldn't be as hot as it is.

Grimmjow reaches up and grabs Ichigo's face, pinching his cheeks to pucker his lips. "You know what that look does to me," he whispers before planting a rough kiss to Ichigo's lips and pulling back to smirk.

Ichigo doesn't get the chance to answer as he's wrestled onto his back in a blur of limbs that sends his head spinning. He grunts as Grimmjow forces his head back and makes himself at home between his legs.

So much for staying on top. That barely lasted a few minutes.

Grimmjow shifts his grip on his face so he can shove two fingers in Ichigo's mouth. He gags as those fingers press down hard on his tongue and a guttural sound spills out.

"Gotta keep you quiet, so get those wet for me," Grimmjow instructs with a smirk and uses his other hand to jerkily tug at his belts.

Ichigo wants to complain, or give some snarky response, but he's far too turned on to care anymore. He seals his lips around Grimmjow's fingers and sucks happily. It gives him something to focus on rather than the way his cock is straining in his jeans.

He closes his eyes and works his tongue around the digits. Along the underneath of them then between them and over the metal of his rings. A soft moan rumbles out of him and the clinking of Grimmjow's belt as it's loosened sends chills down his spine.

Grimmjow curses under his breath and pulls his fingers from Ichigo's mouth. He opens his eyes to see his boyfriend folding his belt and looping it through the buckle.

Oh.

"Give me your wrists," Grimmjow says while grabbing one of them with his wet fingers, his spit smears along his own skin. Ichigo obliges and brings his wrists together to make things easier. A pleased smile brightens Grimmjow's face, much like the one he makes when he gets what he wants from a crowd, and he quickly binds Ichigo's wrists.

"Now keep 'em there." Grimmjow places his bound wrists over his head against the pillows and Ichigo rolls his eyes. He didn't need told. He debates mouthing off for a second.

But his boyfriend beats him to it and shoves his fingers back in his mouth.

"Don't start getting smart with me, sweetheart," Grimmjow purrs. The nickname drips with more mockery than fondness. It has Ichigo's hips rutting up for some friction.

Grimmjow takes a minute to just look down at him, making him squirm more. That same raw lust from earlier on stage is there but ten fold now, if that's even possible.

Without any warning Grimmjow pinches and tugs at Ichigo's nipples with a mean grin before moving down to his pants. He has to resist the urge to bring his arms down and grab Grimmjow, so he's left to moan around his fingers.

Grimmjow makes quick work of Ichigo's jeans and palms his hard on through his boxers. His head digs back into the pillows as stars explode behind his eyelids.

Knock, knock, knock.

Ichigo's eyes fly open and stare at Grimmjow who's also gone dangerously still.

"Hey! Guys?" Ulquiorra calls softly from the door of the RV.

Shit.

"We just got finished up and want to catch a bite before calling it a night. Thought I'd offer an invite."

A menacing smile breaks across Grimmjow's face and Ichigo shakes his head. But his boyfriend presses his fingers down on his tongue harder, prying his jaw open, then grips his erection in a death grip.

It hurts so good and a wet, choked sound leaves his throat out of his control.

"Um… are yall good in there?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm 'bout to take a shit and Kurosaki's already crashed for the night- you know how he is," Grimmjow hollers to Ulquiorra without breaking eye contact with Ichigo. A shit eating grin is on his face the entire exchange. "So go on without us."

This motherfucker.

"Alright. See ya in the morning."

With that Ulquiorra is gone. There's some shuffling, a van door slams shut and then engines rev to life before pulling out of the parking lot.

The tension lingers for a second like the quiet man would reappear at their door any moment, but he doesn't.

Ichigo growls and bites down on Grimmjow's fingers. The bastard yanks his fingers back and curses while cradling his poor hand close to his chest.

"You bitch. I hate you," Ichigo huffs and brings his bound arms down to smack Grimmjow's chest. "I should've bit your fingers off for that. What if he heard?"

"Oh he definitely heard," Grimmjow chuckles and easily bats his hands away before pressing them back to the pillows where they're supposed to be. "It wouldn't be the first time. And if he's smart, he'll keep his damn mouth shut about it."

Either Ulquiorra was the densest man alive, or he knew far too much and kept quite to keep the peace. But there's been too many close calls with the man almost walking in on them post show in the middle of fucking each other's brains out. It does damage to Ichigo's well being each time.

"You didn't have to do that though," he grumps and pins Grimmjow with a frown. It's half hearted though and he knows Grimmjow sees right through it.

"Where's the fun in that?" Grimmjow tugs his boxers off and chucks them. Ichigo's cock springs free and Grimmjow warps a hand firmly around the base. "Imagine the face he'd make if he saw us."

Ichigo did not want to imagine that, it sounds mortifying.

But Grimmjow is clearly enjoying the mental picture. He bites his lower lip and spreads Ichigo's legs further apart.

"He'd stand there like a fuckin idiot, all shocked and shit, and I wouldn't stop. God- and you'd be whining like a bitch all embarrassed while I fucked you. Show him you're mine," Grimmjow says lowly and presses his spit slicked fingers between Ichigo's ass cheeks. Right up against the tight ring of muscle.

Ichigo gasps and his legs thrash around Grimmjow's waist. Trying and failing to close. The fantasy is embarrassing, gross. But it has pearls of white dripping from his slit, down the length of him, and over Grimmjow's fingers. Because he knows his boyfriend would do exactly that. The sick freak.

It really shouldn't be so hot.

A single finger sinks into him to the knuckle and Ichigo grits his teeth.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Grimmjow whispers to him as he starts pumping his finger in and out of his ass. "Someone watching while I ruin you?"

"Shut the fuck up," he grits out and moans as a second wet finger is pressed inside him. The stretch burns, and his spit isn't doing nearly enough to lube him up. But his fucked up mind wants more of it. Even Grimmjow's stupid fantasies.

"Make me, pretty boy," Grimmjow snarls down at him and scissors his fingers deep in his ass. Tightens his steady grip around his cock with a smug smile.

Ichigo bears his teeth and growls. His hips jut upward uselessly and a frustrated whine curls in the back of his throat. He's so hard it fucking hurts and Grimmjow isn't moving an inch to relieve him.

"You're lucky I love you so much or I'd kick your ass, Grimm," Ichigo hisses and nearly chokes on the lash of pleasure that cuts him down to the bone. His body tenses up around Grimmjow's fingers as he brushes something just right.

Grimmjow just shakes his head at him fondly and hones in on that spot. Angling his fingers to hit it dead on over and over again. It's blissful torture. On one hand it feels so fucking good, but on the other it's too much mixed with the minimal amount of lube.

Ichigo moans brokenly as a third finger joins the first two. His pelvis feels like it's been filled with liquid fire. Boiling him alive.

"Come on. Take it, Kurosaki," Grimmjow whispers and pounds his fingers deeper in his hole. Enjoying himself a little too much at Ichigo's expense. Ichigo has to grasp at one of the pillows so he doesn't bring his arms down.

Grimmjow keeps fingering him open and leans forward to shove his face into Ichigo's armpit. He noses at the soft, orange hair and takes a deep breath before licking a stripe over the tender skin and hair.

Ichigo jolts and an embarrassingly high pitched moan leaves his lips.

"Cut that out," he stammers, mildly scandalized. His boyfriend snickers and licks another wet stripe along the hollow of his under arm. He even makes a throaty groan that vibrates against his skin.

Before Ichigo can bring his arms down to put Grimmjow in a headlock, or something to make him stop licking his fucking armpit, Grimmjow lets go of his cock to keep his arms in place.

"Uh uh," he tsks and laughs into Ichigo's armpit. Grimmjow then curls his fingers inside Ichigo's ass just right to wring a gasp out of him. "You smell good all sweaty."

The craziest mix of arousal and embarrassment clash inside Ichigo, and he tucks his face into his arm. "You fucking pervert," he laughs in disbelief.

"You like it. Like everything I do," Grimmjow chides him and pulls his fingers out.

The dry drag makes Ichigo wince but he misses those fingers as soon as they're gone. It leaves him empty and aching for the burn.

His eyes are pulled away from the ceiling at the sound of a zipper being undone. Thank fuck. Grimmjow finally works his pants a little ways down his thighs with the zipper undone. His briefs follow right after, bunching up around mid thigh. But its enough for Grimmjow to get his cock out comfortably.

Ichigo looks from it nestled amongst a patch of light hair up to Grimmjow's face. The maniac raises a single brow at him.

"Roll over for me, Ichigo."

His breath catches in his chest. Somewhere between his lungs and throat. A wry smile cracks his face.

"No," he says and locks his ankles behind Grimmjow's back. He's in no position to disobey, but he can't help himself. Maybe he's just a glutton for punishment at his boyfriends hands.

Grimmjow gives him a look like he's waiting for him to take it back. He doesn't.

Something exciting and dark flickers over Grimmjow's eyes.

"Ok," he says casually before taking a fist full of Ichigo's hair and pulling hard.

A cry tumbles from his lips before he can stop it, pain erupts across his scalp, and Grimmjow easily manhandles him onto his stomach. With his wrists still bound he doesn't bother to hold himself up, so he's stuck with his face shoved down in the pillows. Grimmjow positions his hips where he wants them and gives Ichigo's ass a solid smack when he's satisfied.

Ichigo's body jolts and he moans shamelessly into the pillow.

"I was gonna be nice, but you always gotta dick around," Grimmjow chuckles wryly and delivers another spank to Ichigo's other cheek.

He moans again and lets his chest sink down onto the bed as well. "You're never nice," he grumbles into the pillow.

Grimmjow just laughs darkly at that, not denying it at all.

Ichigo feels the fat head of Grimmjow's cock tap against his ass lightly a few times and arches his back more. It's pathetic how bad he wants him. Wordlessly Grimmjow uses one hand to spread him open a bit more and guides himself forward with the other.

He shudders when Grimmjow presses lightly against his hole. Just gently playing with the rim and not penetrating yet. The almost nonexistent pressure was maddening and has his toes curling in anticipation.

But his boyfriend must've still been feeling a little 'nice', because he thrust forward after a couple seconds. He sinks in only half way and Ichigo groans loudly. Bordering more on a cry. The little bit of spit before and Grimmjow's pre was not enough.

"Oh, fuck," Grimmjow grit out and ruts his hips forward a little more. Sinking in another inch or two.

Ichigo's eyes roll to the back of his skull and his arms struggle against the belt. He needs to grab something or hold on for dear life. His ass felt like it was being ripped open to fit Grimmjow.

A soothing hand rubs a warm circle into his flank for a moment, and it helps. But as soon as he relaxes even a fraction Grimmjow fucks in the last bit in one mean thrust.

"Shit!" he whimpers and tears well in his eyes involuntarily. Pleasure blends with the pain so seamlessly he almost can't tell the difference between the two anymore.

Grimmjow drapes himself over him. The numerous necklaces around his neck jingle melodically and press into his back.

"You’re alright, Ichigo. You take me so well, baby. Relax for me," Grimmjow whispers in his ear. His lips ghost against the skin with the rare words of praise and reassurances. Cooing to him all soft and sweet. Ichigo's brains gets all fuzzy and warm when Grimmjow gets like this. He could melt into the bed like warmed butter. He turns his head so he can see his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye.

"Fuck you," he gasps between ragged breaths for air. A loopy grin curls his lips cause he knows he's being a little shit, and he just barely catches the smirk he gets back.

With a grunt Grimmjow draws back and thrusts forward hard. It punches a depraved sound from Ichigo's lungs and has his thighs tensing. Perfect.

From there Grimmjow sets a punishing pace. Fucking into him with a vengeance. Both of his hands press down into Ichigo's shoulder blades for leverage and to keep him pinned under him.

Ichigo cries out with every thrust. A slew of sounds free falls from his open mouth with every breath he takes. The bed squeaks noisily and the slap of skin against skin makes his favorite kind of music. The kind only shared between them. Grimmjow's grunts and his moans are more beautiful than any singer's voice. They just blend together so well.

The backs of his thighs and ass sting from the repeated slap of Grimmjow's pelvis against him. And he can already feel an ache settling in his lower back.

He's so hot. The molten heat from his gut spreads through his entire body. Ichigo's sure he's redder than his hair.

All too quickly he feels the end rapidly approaching. Ichigo wants to last longer, but he never does right after a show. Something about the hours of adrenaline and playing wrings him out.

"Grimm- ah, shit- I'm close," he gasps and digs his head further into the pillows. This orgasm's going to hit him like a truck.

"Not yet," Grimmjow says breathlessly and drops his full weight on top of him. Both of his arms wrap around him. One grips his chin to tilt his head to the left so their eyes can meet. The other snakes under them and wraps around Ichigo's cock in a vice grip.

An animalistic sound rips from Ichigo's throat as his orgasm is stopped. His hips jerk to no avail and Grimmjow plants a couple wet kisses to his temple.

"Beg for it," he whispers lowly. The grin is obvious in his tone even with his eyes closed. Ichigo can practically feel it with every press of those cruel lips to his skin.

"I hate you," he whimpers and bucks back to meet Grimmjow's thrusts. Tears burn his cheeks and he can't hide his face in the pillows cause Grimmjow won't let him.

Ichigo tries to hold out. But Grimmjow thrusts deep and hard without pause, just stoking the fire boiling his blood even more.

"Come on, baby. Just ask," Grimmjow chuckles, though there's a strain to his voice. He's not much better off than he is.

A couple minutes ago, Ichigo would've dug his heels in and resisted. Fanned the flames and burnt happily. He can't anymore. He's being consumed and the pleasure inside him has nowhere to go. It's excruciating.

"Fuck, please. Grimmjow, please," he cries desperately. His mouth moves without his permission and more of his pleas fill the humid air of the RV. Babbling nonsense and needing the release that will undo him.

Grimmjow moans raggedly and bites into Ichigo's shoulder hard.

All at once everything implodes. Grimmjow lets go of his cock to grip his hip and fucks into him harder. The next moment a high, keening sound rips out of him and he's overwhelmed. He cums so hard it's almost painful too.

If Ulquiorra or the other guys were still outside they'd definitely hear them.

His orgasm lasts forever, and Grimmjow rutting into him only prolongs the intense pleasure. It quickly morphs into overstimulation and he whines as sensations become too much. But Grimmjow doesn't stop, doesn't slow down in the slightest.

Ichigo's sure all sorts of undignified sounds fell from his lips as Grimmjow sought his own bliss, but he can't recall. It's not till his boyfriend finally slams into him one last time and slouches that he really comes out of the blissful fog clouding his head.

He can feel the familiar heat as Grimmjow empties himself inside. It draws a soft mewl from him.

His wrists hurt like hell. Ichigo didn't realize how badly he'd been tugging at them the whole time. His throat feels like sandpaper from all the noise he was making, and his ass and back are already feeling the dull ache settle in that would be bothering him for the next couple days.

Grimmjow pulls out after a few minutes of laying on top of him in silence. He winces and Ichigo grunts at the separation. But he promptly falls onto his back on the bed beside Ichigo. Making the damn mattress screech again.

"Goddamn," Grimmjow hums and scratches at his chest. A deeply pleased yet lazy grin is on his face like a well fed cat. Ichigo huffs fondly at the sight.

He rolls onto his side and winces from the discomfort already sinking into his skin. There's all kinds of bruises along his waist and hips he can feel pulse with his slowing heartbeat. As well as the indentations of Grimmjow's teeth all over his neck and shoulder. Shit, he'll have to cover the bites and hickeys for their show in two days.

"Oh, shit. Let me take that off." Grimmjow sits up and gently takes his wrists in his hands. He unclasps his belt and eases the black leather off and chucks it to the floor. "You could've told me to take it off sooner," Grimmjow side eyes him.

Ichigo chuckles and stretches his arms now that they’re free. His muscles groan and he takes one of his wrists into his hand to examine the damage. There's a decent bit of chaffing, leaving his skin a soft red.

"I wanted to see how long it'd take you to notice," Ichigo snickers and looks over to Grimmjow beside him.

His boyfriend rolls his eyes and takes his wrists in his hands to examine them himself. "I'll eat you out if that'll make it better," he offers offhandedly as his thumbs move gently over the irritated skin.

This guy.

"I'm tapped out, man. You're not touching my ass for a couple hours," he jokes lightly and scoots closer to Grimmjow.

With the heat of the moment passed, his sweat is cooling along his skin. Making a shiver wrack over him.

"Your loss, Kurosaki," Grimmjow hums not all that upset. He looks tired as well. "Help me out of my pants?" he looks up from Ichigo's wrists to meet his gaze.

It's not like he was making puppy dog eyes at him, but Ichigo can never say no to him.

"Fine."

They spend a solid few minutes trying to wrestle Grimmjow out of his leather pants that are all but plastered to his legs cause they're so tight and he chose not to take them off earlier. But eventually they get the damned pants off and Grimmjow tosses his assortment of jewelry and 'tank top' off right after. It's like Grimmjow's shed a layer of skin by the time he's down to just his bare flesh.

Ichigo lays there boneless and relaxed on the verge of sleep. Looks like dinner isn't going to happen at this rate cause by no means is he getting up any time soon.

Grimmjow sits up and finds the abandoned sheets near the foot of the bed from that morning, and tugs them over them. He sighs as some warmth returns to his sore body.

"Thanks," he hums softly and curls onto his side. Grimmjow grunts and settles in behind him, looping an arm over his waist in the process. His nose presses to Ichigo's nape like he belongs tucked against him.

It's quiet for a while. Ichigo's breaths gradually even out and the soft sounds of their mingled breathing about sends him to sleep. But Grimmjow speaks up after a minute.

"I need you to touch up on my roots tomorrow."

Ichigo makes a face and rolls over to face his boyfriend. "It doesn't need it," he frowns as he checks the blue of Grimmjow's hair. He hadn't noticed before, but now that he's so close he can see the fair hair growing in at the root.

He rolls his eyes and threads his hands into Grimmjow's messy hair, "I think it would look cool grown out a little. Like ghost roots."

Grimmjow glares at the suggestion. It's kind of cute. "I'm committed to the blue hair. I've got an image to uphold," he grouses jokingly.

"Ah, of course. How could I forget," Ichigo says softly. They've got a little bit of Grimmjow's dye left around here somewhere. If he wants, he'll touch it up for him.

Grimmjow pinches his side for the sass.

"Sorry, sorry."

"That's what I thought."

They lull into a comfortable silence once again. Tangled together under their messy sheets in a RV that reeks of sex. That'll be tomorrows problem, yet he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Grimmjow drifts off first, snoring softly in Ichigo's ear.

Ichigo stays up just a little longer though. To watch him like always.

He always would.