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Ichigo blushed as Grimmjow complimented him, idly cuddling closer into him. A sexy beast? Was that really a way to describe him? Nevertheless it felt good to have some positive reassurance. Grimmjow was more of a beast though... no, not just a beast, more like a sex god. Of course Ichigo wouldn't admit or say such a thing just yet, especially not to someone as egocentric as Grimmjow. The teen tried to relax and shake the sticky feeling he had between his legs, and the taste of cum that still lingered in his mouth. Ichigo licked his lips and only slightly leaned into the slobbery attempt of a kiss, knowing they were both exhausted. "...G'night, kitty," he answered, chuckling weakly, yawning after. Ichigo released a sigh of relief as he felt palms trail his body, and managed to, quite easily after all, fall asleep in Grimmjow's arms, secure and comfortable.
The next morning, Ichigo sleepily pulled the quilt over himself up to his nose, cocooning himself. He barely noticed Grimmjow's touch, and scooted closer to nuzzle into the man's side in his sleep, snoring ever so slightly. A sneeze woke him from his slumber, and the teen lazily blinked his eyes open. The TV's audio was the first thing audible, making Ichigo sit up, pulling the cover up along with him to look around, inclining his head to look up at the screen. For a while, he just sat and watched, trying to wake up, reaching out to rub the sleep from his eyes almost childishly. Then, he turned to catch sight of Grimmjow, spying a slight tint to his cheeks. He wanted to smile, but frowned instead, just to keep his reputation under lock. "How.. did you sleep..?" he asked awkwardly.
He looked about until he spotted his boxers, and reached down to quickly pull them on beneath the sheet. The bad part about sex, he often heard, was the aftermath, the fact that you felt all sticky and unclean the morning that followed. First, it was the bathroom, and next, it was some breakfast. "Uhh.. do you mind if I.. use your bathroom?" Saying so, Ichigo got up to head to the bathroom without really waiting for an answer. By no means was he trying to be rude, he was just far too lazy or tired to care this early in the morning.
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