#this became a bit spicier than intended oop

[wulvercazz]

lol i imagine the first time Ichigi builds up the courage to grab Grimm by his waist like a boYfriend should, he nearly combusts from the blood going to his face and Grimm is just looking at him all confused "what? why are you putting your hand there and why are you so red, Kurosaki?" and Ichi is malfunction cause "oh god Grimm's curves in my hand holy shit"

aadsgsfssg yEsss Grimmjow’s so focused on purpose and goals, he’s passionate and even reckless at times,but it’s always goal-oriented. Things that serve no purpose aren’t worth to even think about; which is why it’s so hard for him to understand this sort of thing.

Grimmjow furrowing his tiny brows in confusion, looking at Ichigo’s hands peeking from behind his waist, feeling his nose press where his shoulder meets his neck and finding it hard for the alarm bells of ‘predator - teeth too close- fight’ not to ring; but an itch inside of him stops him from scratching Ichigo’s face off him. It’s that itch, probably, that got them where they are in the first place. Always near each other, ‘boyfriends’; it’s the itch he gets sometimes to smash his face to Ichigo’s despite how bad an idea it should be.

“… what are you doing?…” He asks quietly, through tight teeth.

“I— uh— I’m … h-holding you?” Ichigo’s uncertain little voice answers, his fingers fidgeting and clenching against his waist nervously.

Grimmjow turns as much as he can to better read his face, meets flushed pink freckled cheeks and half-lidded averted eyes. And everything becomes suddenly abundantly clear. He’s doing that thing humans do; touch for the sake of touching.

It’s infuriating in it’s half-intentions more than it is on the act itself. Despite how his instincts buck at such a powerful creature sneaking up behind him.

“What are you being such a pussy about? If you want something fucking take it.”

And Ichigo’s fingers clench angrily at the insult, his head sagging even more on himself because why can Grimmjow read him like this even when he’s the inexperienced one? Why’s he got to be so demanding of him about… things he’s too embarrassed of wanting? It’s odd and it’s also so utterly Grimmjow; to demand only a 100% of the other person’s resolve on him because that’s what he deserves.

So he bites back the urge to let out a dying whine and more purposefully presses against Grimmjow’s back, feeling it tense suddenly at the touch, and his hands taste all of Grimm’s unnervingly small waist and wide, powerful, thighs.

A small growl rolls up Grimmjow’s throat when his lips press to the back of his nape, he doesn’t push him away— but it’s a warning he couldn’t avoid voicing. And his hollow inside him scratches his ribs in efforts that he answers back with his own, the confrontational little shit, but he sets his jaw and swallows it back; this is not a pissing contest. Then his lips part and the second his teeth touch Grimmjow’s skin, another more forceful growl bubbles up his chest, one that Ichigo can’t stop Shiro from answering.

But Grimmjow stays surprisingly still, still enough that he tightens the grip on his hips and he mouths and licks and nips and sucks at his neck like he wanted, his chest pressed so tight to the other’s back he can feel his breathing quicken under his skin, can feel the muscle rippling with a shudder all the way down his spine.

“Kurosaki…” It’s said slow and tight like a warning, and yet there’s a needy tinge to it that makes it loose all its power.

“Ichigo,” he corrects him more confidently, mouth still pressed to his neck and his hands petting his sides soothingly. He’s not entirely sure what he wants anymore, but this is nice, he could touch and kiss and suck mindlessly at Grimmjow’s skin for hours; even after a dark, slithering, thing whispers in his mind that that’s just the possessive hollow instinct in him acting up.