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"I-It feels... so g-good..." Ichigo groaned, to his own surprise. He could feel Grimmjow's cock pierce through his tight inner walls, pushing against his prostate, causing sparks of pleasure to rise up in his lower abdomen every now and then. The teen threw his head back to moan, pressing his back against Grimmjow's chest for support, inclining his head so as to be able to nudge the others chin, almost affectionately, nipping at the skin of the bigger male's neck. His breathing became rugged, and the rough thrusts began to push him further towards orgasm. Grimmjow's touch soothed Ichigo, calmed him in some way. It felt good to have the others hands please him, it was a touch he never really received very often. Never, to be completely honest with himself. These feelings were completely new to him.
"Nnnn.. N-No, not my---" Ichigo groaned as he tried to tug his ear away, careful not to hurt himself. It made shivers run down his spine, and his whole body began to quiver in reaction to all the stimulation at once. The teen hitched a breath as he felt teeth sink into the shell of his ear, making him whimper. The quick kiss made his heart flutter, but the sensation was short lived when Grimmjow sped up once again. His ass already felt bruised, but the mixed pained-pleasure made Ichigo forget about all the wreaking the man was doing. He could feel Grimmjow's cock ripple in and out of his entrance, ramming into his prostate each time. Pleasure welled up inside the boy even though his member was left untouched, and he knew he was close to release.
Ichigo came in unison to Grimmjow, moaning loudly, arching his back to accidentally blow across some of the table and couch. He clamped down on Grimmjow's shaft, and gradually loosened as he felt the warmth of the others seed spread from the inside out. He could feel his own balls and shaft throbbing, dropping his leg in exhaustion. Ichigo took notice of some cum trickling down his inner thigh and raised his head to look down at himself, blinking at his slight stomach, rolling over onto his back. Normally he'd yell at Grimmjow for releasing inside of him and jump off the couch, but he was far too tired to do so now, especially now that he was so heavily filled. His eyes came to a close, and he hazily reached out for something to pull close, whether it was a pillow or the man himself.
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