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Hunting.

For breakfast.

(( Actually going to bed.

That was

so unexpected

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You can't even count time properly in Hueco Mundo.

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It's always night in Hueco Mundo.

[So does Grimmjow, forehead pressing against the back of the boy's neck.] F-fucking hell... that was intense.

[Ichigo's moan drives Grimmjow over the edge, and he releases the moment Ichigo's body begins to fall to the sand. He growls his orgasm, and when he's done, he collapses on top of Ichigo.] Haaah... Oh, fucking hell...

[Also being pretty close, Grimmjow continued to thrust inside Ichigo with more force. Looking at his hands, he has to snort, reaching under him to grab Ichigo in a tight fist, stroking him. Wanting him to release first, he leaned over to whisper dirty things with a silky voice into Ichigo's ear, knowing how much he likes that kind of talk]

[Headtilt] .... [Grimmjow moment.]

[And Grimmjow complies, smacking Ichigo's ass repeteadly until it turns red. He grins, sweat rolling down his back] You like that, huh? Heh. [Smack. Smack.] S-shit, fuck, Kurosaki--

[Yes. That was hot as hell. Grimmjow continues to move, hips rolling into the other's as nails scratch at his skin and teeh leave angry marks all over him.] Ahhh, fucking hell, Kurosaki--

[Grimmjow buries himself as deep as he can go, searching for Ichigo's prostate as he thrusts. Dammit. So hot. After a bit, Grimmjow manages to press the boy's upper body to the sand, lifting his body up by his hips. In that awkward position, Grimmjow begins moving even faster.]

Oh c'mon. [ Grimmjow leans over to bite down the other's shoulder. He sinks his teeth in the other's skin until he feels blood on his tongue. When he's satisfied, he moves his right hand to cover Ichigo's mouth.]

Shit, fuck. Yeah. Scream for me, bitch. [Experimentally, Grimmjow smacks Ichigo's ass, picking up his pace] Ahhhhhh...

[Yes. Yes. Grimmjow almost came at that. Grinning like crazy, he finally shoves himself back inside Ichigo, grabbing his hips for support.] h-holy shit.