Chapter 8:
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Renji:
Grimmjow, my sweet innocent, intended to love me. It was kind of scary but more arousing than that. He’d let me be his first and he loved me. How could I not let him do what he would with me?
After we rinsed the conditioner from our hair, he tugged me out of the shower and into his bedroom. Aroused from our shower and anxious to see what he wished to do to me, I followed him. He stood silently for a moment or two, carefully plotting his next move.
“Lay down,” he requested softly, his pretty aqua eyes glowing with heat and intensity.
I sat down on his bed and scooted my butt up until I could rest in a provocative pose on my back, watching him expectantly to see what he would do.
He crawled into bed beside me. “You’re all wet, Spice,” he purred out, his eyes almost intoxicating in the sheer amount of heat and lust in them.
“Sorry,” I returned softly.
“That’s okay, Spice. I’ll just have to dry you off my way.” He barely finished speaking before he caught a water droplet on my neck with his tongue.
And that was about the time I realized I was probably in way over my head. And I liked it.
Grimmjow, my sweet innocent, intended to love me. It was kind of scary but more arousing than that. He’d let me be his first and he loved me. How could I not let him do what he would with me?
After we rinsed the conditioner from our hair, he tugged me out of the shower and into his bedroom. Aroused from our shower and anxious to see what he wished to do to me, I followed him. He stood silently for a moment or two, carefully plotting his next move.
“Lay down,” he requested softly, his pretty aqua eyes glowing with heat and intensity.
I sat down on his bed and scooted my butt up until I could rest in a provocative pose on my back, watching him expectantly to see what he would do.
He crawled into bed beside me. “You’re all wet, Spice,” he purred out, his eyes almost intoxicating in the sheer amount of heat and lust in them.
“Sorry,” I returned softly.
“That’s okay, Spice. I’ll just have to dry you off my way.” He barely finished speaking before he caught a water droplet on my neck with his tongue.
And that was about the time I realized I was probably in way over my head. And I liked it.
Grimmjow:
He liked what I proposed to do. I had to admit, I was going to enjoy chasing water droplets all over his body with my tongue.
He was simply beautiful, all splayed out before me on my bed, sunlight glimmering off the drops, eyes blazing with passionate flames. I licked a few dozen drops off the column of his neck, chuckling at his quick intake of breath. I sucked lightly on a spot, teasingly, only hard enough to lightly flush the skin beneath my mouth before nipping it tenderly. Going a bit higher, I tongued the water from his plump lips, feeling him part them for further play. However, if I kissed him, I’d allow myself to be distracted from my seduction, and we couldn’t allow that.
“Grimm…” he murmured, his breathy voice addicting for my ears.
I smiled. “Yes, Spice?”
“You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point, my love,” I returned, swiping the water from the shell of his ear with my tongue. “It’s my intention to drive you as insane with lust as you made me.”
I lapped at his cheekbones like a kitten, then swept away a patch of droplets from his neck. His chest was dotted with water and I made it my mission to track down each droplet, caressing and tasting all of the skin with my mouth and my tongue.
A pretty little moan curled out of his throat and I sighed in appreciation. “You make such beautiful noises,” I murmured, kissing his stomach lightly.
“Mmm!” His back arched against the bed and I was suddenly possessed with the urge to tie his hands up as he reached for me.
“Ah-ah,” I chastised. “No touching, Spice.”
“But—!”
“No. Touching.” I bit out, leaning down to nibble at his jutting hip bones.
“Why?” he panted, watching me with dazed, lust-hazy eyes as my tongue dipped into his bellybutton.
“You’re such a beautiful distraction,” I breathed out, grazing my teeth against the underside of his cock.
His shudder was glorious and I felt a smirk pull at the edge of my lips. I exhaled, blowing all of my air out in puffs at his cock and watching the shivers multiply through his beautiful muscles and rippling just beneath his skin. Tracing his tattoos with my fingertips but not letting myself get distracted from the loveliness displayed before me, I pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before parting his legs so I lay perfectly between them.
“Grimm!” his exhaled on a breath, almost a sigh, almost a plea.
I’m pretty sure I smiled evilly down at him before I pulled him into my mouth shallowly. With only about two or three inches of him in my mouth, I played him across my tongue; sucking hard and rough but only stimulating that small part was a tease, but his deep groan told me he loved it.
I pulled off of him with a dirty pop from the suction and his pretty whimper made my cock jerk.
I pulled away from him completely then, knowing that our needs would only wait so long to be met.
And I wanted to meet them.
He liked what I proposed to do. I had to admit, I was going to enjoy chasing water droplets all over his body with my tongue.
He was simply beautiful, all splayed out before me on my bed, sunlight glimmering off the drops, eyes blazing with passionate flames. I licked a few dozen drops off the column of his neck, chuckling at his quick intake of breath. I sucked lightly on a spot, teasingly, only hard enough to lightly flush the skin beneath my mouth before nipping it tenderly. Going a bit higher, I tongued the water from his plump lips, feeling him part them for further play. However, if I kissed him, I’d allow myself to be distracted from my seduction, and we couldn’t allow that.
“Grimm…” he murmured, his breathy voice addicting for my ears.
I smiled. “Yes, Spice?”
“You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point, my love,” I returned, swiping the water from the shell of his ear with my tongue. “It’s my intention to drive you as insane with lust as you made me.”
I lapped at his cheekbones like a kitten, then swept away a patch of droplets from his neck. His chest was dotted with water and I made it my mission to track down each droplet, caressing and tasting all of the skin with my mouth and my tongue.
A pretty little moan curled out of his throat and I sighed in appreciation. “You make such beautiful noises,” I murmured, kissing his stomach lightly.
“Mmm!” His back arched against the bed and I was suddenly possessed with the urge to tie his hands up as he reached for me.
“Ah-ah,” I chastised. “No touching, Spice.”
“But—!”
“No. Touching.” I bit out, leaning down to nibble at his jutting hip bones.
“Why?” he panted, watching me with dazed, lust-hazy eyes as my tongue dipped into his bellybutton.
“You’re such a beautiful distraction,” I breathed out, grazing my teeth against the underside of his cock.
His shudder was glorious and I felt a smirk pull at the edge of my lips. I exhaled, blowing all of my air out in puffs at his cock and watching the shivers multiply through his beautiful muscles and rippling just beneath his skin. Tracing his tattoos with my fingertips but not letting myself get distracted from the loveliness displayed before me, I pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before parting his legs so I lay perfectly between them.
“Grimm!” his exhaled on a breath, almost a sigh, almost a plea.
I’m pretty sure I smiled evilly down at him before I pulled him into my mouth shallowly. With only about two or three inches of him in my mouth, I played him across my tongue; sucking hard and rough but only stimulating that small part was a tease, but his deep groan told me he loved it.
I pulled off of him with a dirty pop from the suction and his pretty whimper made my cock jerk.
I pulled away from him completely then, knowing that our needs would only wait so long to be met.
And I wanted to meet them.
Renji:
The lack of contact was driving me mad. Where had my lover gone?
There was a slick sound, and then several. It continued for a moment, then paused briefly before resuming. I sat up slowly, curious as to the source of the sound, but I stopped dead when I realized where they came from.
He was fuckin’ beautiful, his head thrown back at the sensation, blue hair brushing at his shoulder blades, as he worked two slick fingers in and out of himself. He’d used more lube than I would of, and the semi-clear liquid dripped out of his hole at the right angle, but, Kami, I wouldn’t have traded this erotic view for anything!
His hazy eyes opened slowly and found mine and I was his willing captive all over again. He gave me a sexy smile and thrust his fingers in once more before removing them and moving to me.
Opening the bottle, he dribbled the cold lube on the head of my cock. An unrestrained moan of pleasure ripped out of the back of my throat as he spread it all over me with his attentive hand.
The very next thing I knew, those beautiful hands aligned me perfectly and he impaled himself on my cock. And then he began to move.
The lack of contact was driving me mad. Where had my lover gone?
There was a slick sound, and then several. It continued for a moment, then paused briefly before resuming. I sat up slowly, curious as to the source of the sound, but I stopped dead when I realized where they came from.
He was fuckin’ beautiful, his head thrown back at the sensation, blue hair brushing at his shoulder blades, as he worked two slick fingers in and out of himself. He’d used more lube than I would of, and the semi-clear liquid dripped out of his hole at the right angle, but, Kami, I wouldn’t have traded this erotic view for anything!
His hazy eyes opened slowly and found mine and I was his willing captive all over again. He gave me a sexy smile and thrust his fingers in once more before removing them and moving to me.
Opening the bottle, he dribbled the cold lube on the head of my cock. An unrestrained moan of pleasure ripped out of the back of my throat as he spread it all over me with his attentive hand.
The very next thing I knew, those beautiful hands aligned me perfectly and he impaled himself on my cock. And then he began to move.
Grimmjow:
Last night had been my first time, but I knew enough about how this worked. I rocked my hips forward and a moan pulled slowly out of each of us.
His hands automatically went to my hips, and when I began to lift myself off of him, he assisted, making the motion easier and smoother. Somewhere, we developed a slow, sensual rhythm that gradually accelerated. But when I was in just the right position and he thrust upwards, I saw stars and moaned out his name, our pace quickly becoming reckless and rough. I leaned into him, finally allowing myself the pleasure of tasting his lips again as I kept the rhythm with my hips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, mimicking the motion of our hips with his tongue even as his hands found my cock and distracted me from almost everything else.
I threw my head back with a shuddering cry when he found the pinnacle of my pleasure: my body tensed and I emptied myself on his taunt, tattooed stomach. His eyes squeezed shut as my body clenched tightly around his member, milking the orgasm from him. His head thrashed on the pillow and he cried out my name.
I leaned into him, too pleased and too exhausted to separate our bodies. His arms snuck down to lift my hips so he could pull out of me before he wrapped his arms about me tightly.
“You are amazing, you know that?” he told me breathily, brushing light kisses along my jaw line.
I laughed lightly. “So are you, Spice.”
We laid together for a brief eternity of minutes before he laughed lightly. “I just realized I know almost nothing about you, Grimmjow.”
I smiled and hid my blushing face against his alabaster neck. “I’m Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. I’m 32, and I’m the CFO for the Aizen Group. And I’m in love with you. That enough, Spice?”
He gasped. “Holy shit. I fell in love with a businessman?!”
I chuckled. “It seems so. I own this building, too.”
“So no one’s gonna bitch if we get loud?” he asked, chuckling as well. “I love you, Grimmjow,” he whispered against my ear.
“I love you, too, Renji.”
A song floated in through the open window from some kid blaring his radio much too loudly:
“And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know:
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know:
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.”
I smiled. Sometimes, things worked out in your favor. I was glad I was no longer simply “praying for love in a lap dance” and instead had the man in my arms.
I pressed a kiss against his neck, certain that life couldn’t get any better for me.
Last night had been my first time, but I knew enough about how this worked. I rocked my hips forward and a moan pulled slowly out of each of us.
His hands automatically went to my hips, and when I began to lift myself off of him, he assisted, making the motion easier and smoother. Somewhere, we developed a slow, sensual rhythm that gradually accelerated. But when I was in just the right position and he thrust upwards, I saw stars and moaned out his name, our pace quickly becoming reckless and rough. I leaned into him, finally allowing myself the pleasure of tasting his lips again as I kept the rhythm with my hips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, mimicking the motion of our hips with his tongue even as his hands found my cock and distracted me from almost everything else.
I threw my head back with a shuddering cry when he found the pinnacle of my pleasure: my body tensed and I emptied myself on his taunt, tattooed stomach. His eyes squeezed shut as my body clenched tightly around his member, milking the orgasm from him. His head thrashed on the pillow and he cried out my name.
I leaned into him, too pleased and too exhausted to separate our bodies. His arms snuck down to lift my hips so he could pull out of me before he wrapped his arms about me tightly.
“You are amazing, you know that?” he told me breathily, brushing light kisses along my jaw line.
I laughed lightly. “So are you, Spice.”
We laid together for a brief eternity of minutes before he laughed lightly. “I just realized I know almost nothing about you, Grimmjow.”
I smiled and hid my blushing face against his alabaster neck. “I’m Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. I’m 32, and I’m the CFO for the Aizen Group. And I’m in love with you. That enough, Spice?”
He gasped. “Holy shit. I fell in love with a businessman?!”
I chuckled. “It seems so. I own this building, too.”
“So no one’s gonna bitch if we get loud?” he asked, chuckling as well. “I love you, Grimmjow,” he whispered against my ear.
“I love you, too, Renji.”
A song floated in through the open window from some kid blaring his radio much too loudly:
“And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know:
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know:
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.”
I smiled. Sometimes, things worked out in your favor. I was glad I was no longer simply “praying for love in a lap dance” and instead had the man in my arms.
I pressed a kiss against his neck, certain that life couldn’t get any better for me.