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Renji: The mostly
innocent male between my legs blushed, turning about as red as my hair.
“Coworker. He was drunk off his ass, might I add.” I had to smile.
“I just realized I don't even know your name,” I told him, extending my hand to
help him up. He took it,
still blushing like a cherry tomato. “Grimmjow.” It suited him.
I wasn't quite sure how, but it did. “Then let's
continue, Grimmjow,” I purred, pushing him back until his knees brushed the top
of his mattress. Then I latched my lips over his, successfully distracting him
even as my hand snaked down to undo his slacks and shove them down his thighs,
along with his black silky boxers. One of my hands
played with one of his nipples, drawing soft, stunned noises from my innocent.
My hand wrapped around his hard cock and he hissed at the contact, finally
taking notice of what my other hand had been up to. I assaulted his mouth again
as I began to pump his swollen, leaking cock. His moan was loud, even muffled
by my lips. Ooo, he’s gonna be vocal, too. I knew he
wouldn’t last very long. I knew better, having seen how much harder he’d gotten
when he’d gone down on me. And so I decided this was the way to go. I wanted
his first time to be the long, sensual affair most only dreamed of, for his
sake. Because as I’d been earlier, it would have been rough and quick and over
way too soon for either of us. I tightened my
grip on him a bit. The sound he made was a cross between a scream, a moan, and
a gasp, and it was hotter than hell. That sound alone made my cock stand at
attention. His reward for his sensual sound was a nibble on his ear, then
lavish attention to his neck, even as I ran my thumb over his tip and coated it
in pre-cum. “Ka…mi…!
Ren…ji… please…” he begged, his speech breaking and turning into a moan as I
moved to brush my knuckles against his balls. I dropped before him to give him
more focused attention. I fondled his balls carefully as I kept pumping him
with my hand. Then I slowly
inserted my finger into his opening. He gasped and squirmed, but seemed to
welcome the intrusion. “Grimmjow,” I told him softly, my tone sultry as I moved
my finger in and out of him at the same rhythm that my other hand pumped his
Grimmjow: Kami, I couldn’t
think with what he was doing to me! But he continued speaking in that rich,
sexy voice. “Imagine that
I’m not fucking you with my finger, imagine I’m fucking you with my– ” he added
another finger, and I let out a questionable sound that indicated both pleasure
and pain even as my nerve endings confused the two– “cock. Can you imagine
that, my sweet innocent? Can you feel my cock pounding in and out of your ass
like this? He picked up
his pace as the pleasure began to coil tighter in my belly. Fuck, I was going to come, and soon. “Imagine,
Grimmjow. Imagine me inside of you, fucking you as hard as I can until you
come, crying out my name.” The problem
was, I could imagine it, had been imagining it since he first suggested it in
his sultry voice. And that was why I came a second after he uttered the last
word, moaning his name at what would have been an embarrassing volume. Semen
dripped down his chest slowly as he pulled his fingers out of me, paying it no
mind as he smiled evilly at me. “Apparently you
can imagine it,” he remarked. His eyes glinted with desire, making me feel hot
and at the same time, making me really want to squirm under his scrutiny. “Do
you want to know how it really feels?” I met his gaze.
“Would I have brought you here if I didn’t?” I asked, feeling color rush to my
cheeks. He smiled at
me. I really wasn’t sure I could trust that smile. That smile bore hints of
intent, not to mention an interesting desire to tie me to my own bed. “Be
careful what you wish for, my sweet innocent,” he murmured. I blushed at
his endearment and tried to catch my breath. Not as innocent as I used to be, I thought, watching him.