#domstic but oblivious boys

[deivorous]

@ichxgo || Continued from here

The room is warm, almost hot for someone like Grimmjow who runs so cool, but he is much too comfortable on his throne of cool fabric to care. The gentle scratch of pencil on paper, the occasional turn of a polished page, and the gentle wash of Ichigo’s reiatsu has lulled him into a state of near meditative calm. (He’s not dozing damn it!)

Time has been lapsing in and out for a while now. A few minutes here and there, but if the shinigami has noticed how severely lowered his guard is he has neither commented not taken advantage. (He’s getting soft, he thinks, in one of his blearily awake moments, as his gaze lazily traces Ichigo’s jawline and then down the edge of his throat, over the bump of his adam’s apple to the edge of his shirt. He drifts off again to the thought of mouthing along Ichigo’s carotid. Of sinking sharp fangs through soft, ripe flesh. The sweet taste that his hot blood would leave on his tongue. Of Ichigo biting him back. A cannibal’s daydreams.)

Time trickles past like that. Only the occasional shifts of his limbs onto slightly cooler parts of the bed would suggest he’s still mentally present, but he doesn’t properly rouse until Ichigo is finished with his work. Even then, it’s only to crack an eye up at the man when he rattles the frame under him. Human words are such an effort right now. He makes no other movements, relatively content to leave Ichigo to manouvre around him. He only growls a little at the loss of his blanket; Ichigo probably needs it more than him anyway though, so he can have it.

It’s less due to stubbornness that he doesn’t shuffle over a few centimeters and much more due to the fact that Ichigo seems to have no issue with pressing up near entirely along his side in order to squeeze into the space right next to the wall. Not that he’s ever admit that. Ichigo can go on believing its becuase he’s a stubborn asshole. He streatches as if to prove his dickhead intentions, kicking Ichigo slightly in the process, but he settles back down a minute later.

He’ll have to wake himself more properly in a little to stand guard, but for now, he doesn’t want to be anywhere but right here.