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Ichigo blinked in surprise, and began blushing as Grimmjow took his thumb into his mouth, licking off the cum he had wiped off his eyelid. He made no attempt to pull away, allowing him to cleanup instead. It was kinda hot, the way the others tongue whirled around his digit like that... Once Ichigo had a hard-on, it wasn't difficult to get him going, to an almost dazed point even. Arousal shrouded his mind, just like it did any other horny teen. The male even went as far as to lean up and run his tongue over Grimmjow's, trying to lick up some more of that remaining cum off the man's wet muscle. Ichigo's amber eyes, although now slightly hazed, moved to meet those overwhelming nevertheless sensual cerulean orbs. His heart raced in his chest, so fast that it almost felt as if it were about to burst. These reactions were completely new to him. Never before had he felt his heart beat so loud, so fast, so that it felt as if it were throbbing in his throat. Why did it have to be this bastard?
Ichigo closed his eyes as he felt Grimmjow's tongue run all over his face, undoubtedly cleaning off the seed. Unfortunately though, the orange haired male felt even stickier and messier than before. "Ugh... What the hell did that change? You're like a cat..." The teen looked up at the taller man, and then down at his second erection, staring at it in disbelief. Just what the hell? It took Ichigo a few minutes of jerking off to reach his drive yet again, and Grimmjow managed to stay hard after his first time busting a nut? It made him seem like the ultimate sex-god.
"H-Hey! Don't say that!" Ichigo yelled loudly, tinting a deep scarlet. His jeans were off in the bat off an eye, so fast that the teen could have hardly done anything about it. He lifted his head to look down at his boxers and frowned at what he saw. They were soaked, and the material was stuck to the very tip, the most moist part of his member. A weird, pleasuring shiver ran through his cock, and then the rest of his body as one of Grimmjow's fingers pressed against the head. Such a simple act made him moan quietly, jerking his hips as he felt the others warm lips wrap around his organ. "Nngh... Grimmjow, you don't need to to," he breathed, leaning his head back against the armrest.
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