Chapter 4:
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Grimmjow:
He was forcing a smile. Kami, he’s worried. I couldn’t help but wonder what about. Instead of asking the question at the tip of my tongue, I took his hand again and traced soothing circles on his palm as I drew him down one block, up the next, then into the first building on our right. He raised an eyebrow at the somewhat decadent interior, but followed me into the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor.
When the doors slid shut, I found myself pinned against the elevator wall, his mouth moving hungrily over mine, his hands further unbuttoning my shirt until he could slide his hand inside. My hands clawed for traction on his back, having slid under his leather jacket at some point I couldn’t recall.
The elevator chimed, startling us apart like teenagers caught necking. The doors slid open and he stepped back to allow me to lead the way to my apartment. I took his hand, nervous. I wasn’t really sure how this would go, being a virgin and all. Was there a set of rules to this? I led him down the hall, to the door of my apartment, which he promptly pinned me against so he could kiss me. Renji is like a force of nature: untamable, I thought, fumbling with my keys behind me and kissing him back.
I finally got the damn thing unlocked, and we stumbled backward in the dark. He was still kissing me as I groped for the light switch with one hand. Somehow, I managed that and closing the door behind us while one hand traced down his chest and I kissed him back.
And they say men can’t multitask.
He was forcing a smile. Kami, he’s worried. I couldn’t help but wonder what about. Instead of asking the question at the tip of my tongue, I took his hand again and traced soothing circles on his palm as I drew him down one block, up the next, then into the first building on our right. He raised an eyebrow at the somewhat decadent interior, but followed me into the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor.
When the doors slid shut, I found myself pinned against the elevator wall, his mouth moving hungrily over mine, his hands further unbuttoning my shirt until he could slide his hand inside. My hands clawed for traction on his back, having slid under his leather jacket at some point I couldn’t recall.
The elevator chimed, startling us apart like teenagers caught necking. The doors slid open and he stepped back to allow me to lead the way to my apartment. I took his hand, nervous. I wasn’t really sure how this would go, being a virgin and all. Was there a set of rules to this? I led him down the hall, to the door of my apartment, which he promptly pinned me against so he could kiss me. Renji is like a force of nature: untamable, I thought, fumbling with my keys behind me and kissing him back.
I finally got the damn thing unlocked, and we stumbled backward in the dark. He was still kissing me as I groped for the light switch with one hand. Somehow, I managed that and closing the door behind us while one hand traced down his chest and I kissed him back.
And they say men can’t multitask.
Renji:
Kami, the innocent had talent. He was a pretty terrific kisser and he could do other things while kissing me back mindlessly. It made me want to work harder, to arouse him so much that he could do nothing but writhe beneath me. As we stumbled toward his bedroom –or, at least, that was where I assumed we were stumbling toward– I distracted him skillfully with a slow caress of his cock. His moan was muffled by my mouth, but it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
He stumbled a little, separating us inadvertently. He grabbed my hand and yanked me toward his bedroom, either impatient or unwilling to have his first time be against his living room wall or on his living room floor. I wasn’t picky, and I wanted him, really wanted him. I think he could sense my lack of care on where we ended up, although I agreed that his bed was the best place for his first time.
Kami, the innocent had talent. He was a pretty terrific kisser and he could do other things while kissing me back mindlessly. It made me want to work harder, to arouse him so much that he could do nothing but writhe beneath me. As we stumbled toward his bedroom –or, at least, that was where I assumed we were stumbling toward– I distracted him skillfully with a slow caress of his cock. His moan was muffled by my mouth, but it was still the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
He stumbled a little, separating us inadvertently. He grabbed my hand and yanked me toward his bedroom, either impatient or unwilling to have his first time be against his living room wall or on his living room floor. I wasn’t picky, and I wanted him, really wanted him. I think he could sense my lack of care on where we ended up, although I agreed that his bed was the best place for his first time.
Grimmjow:
Kami, I was nervous. Liking men wasn’t anything new for me. I’d been only interested in men since middle school. Actually doing something about it beyond making out was new. Even simple touching. Yeah, I’d kissed my boyfriends –the two guys I’d dated– but we really hadn’t done anything further. I was a virgin, but it seemed that would change tonight.
After the first rough yank, I pulled him gently toward my bedroom. Not like I really had to pull him. The heat in his eyes told me he’d probably rather have me pinned against a wall somewhere, but he seemed to respect my need to do it first in a proper bed.
And I had no doubt that he knew he would be my first. He had instincts from hell on that matter. He could spot a gay man from fifty paces, a virgin at a mile away. I had no doubt of it. Someone who lived and breathed that much sex had to know.
He strode to me, closing the distance between us with long strides. Harshly, he slanted his lips over mine, his hand traveling down my chest to fishing unbuttoning my shirt. I pushed his jacket down off his shoulders as he shoved my shirt off of mine. We came up for air and separated to finish removing our respective articles of clothing. He swiftly drew his shirt up over his head and flung it to my bedroom floor.
We'd just gotten to the bedroom, but we were already so impatient for our release, for the feel of warm hands learning our bodies, to know the pleasures we could find in each other.
Kami, I was nervous. Liking men wasn’t anything new for me. I’d been only interested in men since middle school. Actually doing something about it beyond making out was new. Even simple touching. Yeah, I’d kissed my boyfriends –the two guys I’d dated– but we really hadn’t done anything further. I was a virgin, but it seemed that would change tonight.
After the first rough yank, I pulled him gently toward my bedroom. Not like I really had to pull him. The heat in his eyes told me he’d probably rather have me pinned against a wall somewhere, but he seemed to respect my need to do it first in a proper bed.
And I had no doubt that he knew he would be my first. He had instincts from hell on that matter. He could spot a gay man from fifty paces, a virgin at a mile away. I had no doubt of it. Someone who lived and breathed that much sex had to know.
He strode to me, closing the distance between us with long strides. Harshly, he slanted his lips over mine, his hand traveling down my chest to fishing unbuttoning my shirt. I pushed his jacket down off his shoulders as he shoved my shirt off of mine. We came up for air and separated to finish removing our respective articles of clothing. He swiftly drew his shirt up over his head and flung it to my bedroom floor.
We'd just gotten to the bedroom, but we were already so impatient for our release, for the feel of warm hands learning our bodies, to know the pleasures we could find in each other.
Renji:
I had a feeling he would be a wild cat in bed, virgin or not. There was a feline slant to his eyes, but more than that, I suspected he would never be passive in anything. He began to trace the tribal tattoos down my chest, his long, graceful fingers stroking slowly and making my breath catching in my chest.
“Mmm...” I murmured, feeling the sound resonate in my throat.
A smile flashed across his face as he brought his lips to my throat, where my pulse pounded. He kissed and nipped and licked and sucked on the tender flesh, drawing a loud, guttural sounds from me and distracting me from what his hands were doing.
“You taste so good, Spice,” he told me huskily. “I wonder if you taste this good else where.”
“Please... call me Renji...,” I told him, not even noticing his last statement.
“Okay,” he returned, falling to his knees in front of me.
Fucking virgin had undone my leather pants and eased them down my thighs while he was attacking me neck. And I hadn't noticed it. He had me horny beyond all reason and too distracted to know what he was doing.
“Do you mind if I suck you off, Renji?” he asked -no, purred- from his perch.
Damn brazen virgin I got here, I thought, staring into ocean eyes and nodding, wondering what he knew about this and how well he'd do, although I was certainly turned on by the fact he wanted to.
I had a feeling he would be a wild cat in bed, virgin or not. There was a feline slant to his eyes, but more than that, I suspected he would never be passive in anything. He began to trace the tribal tattoos down my chest, his long, graceful fingers stroking slowly and making my breath catching in my chest.
“Mmm...” I murmured, feeling the sound resonate in my throat.
A smile flashed across his face as he brought his lips to my throat, where my pulse pounded. He kissed and nipped and licked and sucked on the tender flesh, drawing a loud, guttural sounds from me and distracting me from what his hands were doing.
“You taste so good, Spice,” he told me huskily. “I wonder if you taste this good else where.”
“Please... call me Renji...,” I told him, not even noticing his last statement.
“Okay,” he returned, falling to his knees in front of me.
Fucking virgin had undone my leather pants and eased them down my thighs while he was attacking me neck. And I hadn't noticed it. He had me horny beyond all reason and too distracted to know what he was doing.
“Do you mind if I suck you off, Renji?” he asked -no, purred- from his perch.
Damn brazen virgin I got here, I thought, staring into ocean eyes and nodding, wondering what he knew about this and how well he'd do, although I was certainly turned on by the fact he wanted to.
Grimmjow:
He liked me brazen. I knew that from the heat in his gaze. Having been told pretty much exactly how to do this by a drunk coworker that everyone thought was as innocent as I was, I knew what things to do to make him hot, and I could see the stark amazement in his gaze when I suggested such a thing.
Oh, yeah, he thought a brazen virgin was hot.
And I thought the fact that he didn't wear any underwear beneath his leather pants was hot.
I smiled -it was actually probably more of a smirk. Then I drew the head of his cock into my mouth slowly, swirling my tongue on the leaking tip and loving the moan it drew from him. I drew back off of him and tongued the vein along the side of his cock and some sweet noise rushed past his lips.
Uh-huh. Not enough blood left in his brain for him to think.
I smiled and breathed a hot burst of air on his cock, then drew him into my mouth again, one hand snaking up to fondle his balls while the other hand glided over the length I didn't have in my mouth. I knew I was doing at least something right by the sweet noises of arousal he was making and the amount of pre-cum leaking into my mouth.
Getting him this far had already put me in a painful situation that I was currently ignoring as best I could. I could tell by the restless motion of his hips he was fighting the urge to thrust further into my mouth. So I sucked harder, pressed harder with my tongue, and tightened my grip on him. He made a low guttural sound in his throat and his knees quaked. Damn he was close. I knew it instinctively. So I squeezed his balls and nipped at the tip of his cock, but not so hard as to hurt him.
He moaned and came hard. Having also been told by Ulquiorra -the coworker in question- that it was best to start swallowing as soon as he started coming, I did thusly. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes and I nearly blushed. Nearly being the key word. It was a few minutes before he could form a coherent sentence.
“Damn. Where in the hell did you learn that?” he asked, his voice still a bit husky.
He liked me brazen. I knew that from the heat in his gaze. Having been told pretty much exactly how to do this by a drunk coworker that everyone thought was as innocent as I was, I knew what things to do to make him hot, and I could see the stark amazement in his gaze when I suggested such a thing.
Oh, yeah, he thought a brazen virgin was hot.
And I thought the fact that he didn't wear any underwear beneath his leather pants was hot.
I smiled -it was actually probably more of a smirk. Then I drew the head of his cock into my mouth slowly, swirling my tongue on the leaking tip and loving the moan it drew from him. I drew back off of him and tongued the vein along the side of his cock and some sweet noise rushed past his lips.
Uh-huh. Not enough blood left in his brain for him to think.
I smiled and breathed a hot burst of air on his cock, then drew him into my mouth again, one hand snaking up to fondle his balls while the other hand glided over the length I didn't have in my mouth. I knew I was doing at least something right by the sweet noises of arousal he was making and the amount of pre-cum leaking into my mouth.
Getting him this far had already put me in a painful situation that I was currently ignoring as best I could. I could tell by the restless motion of his hips he was fighting the urge to thrust further into my mouth. So I sucked harder, pressed harder with my tongue, and tightened my grip on him. He made a low guttural sound in his throat and his knees quaked. Damn he was close. I knew it instinctively. So I squeezed his balls and nipped at the tip of his cock, but not so hard as to hurt him.
He moaned and came hard. Having also been told by Ulquiorra -the coworker in question- that it was best to start swallowing as soon as he started coming, I did thusly. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes and I nearly blushed. Nearly being the key word. It was a few minutes before he could form a coherent sentence.
“Damn. Where in the hell did you learn that?” he asked, his voice still a bit husky.