( no matter how many others grimmjow has fought against in this barren wasteland, no one has been able to hold up to the same amount of sheer satisfaction he feels whenever he goes up against ichigo. he is his sole purpose, his singular focus. with each battle and subsequent defeat at his hands, grimmjow has only grown more fervent in his desire to rise in strength and power, so that he may finally catch up to him.
it isn't anger or despondency that he feels when ichigo pins him down once more; it's thrill, excitement, lust.
—yet that cheekiness of his still manages to prick at his nerves. rather than lash out at him with his claws, his eyes narrows up at him before his fingers hook into the front of the boy's shirt. with a forceful yank, he pulls him down, angling his head to take a big ol' nasty bite of his neck. )
（ okay, so there's fighting related injuries which he's pretty well used to by now. getting pieces torn off, chunks blasted out of him is basically just every other tuesday as a shinigami. that level of pain is so normalized to him he barely even flinches these days — but then grimmjow bites at him and ichigo actually flinches away from it, eyes wide and pulse immediately jacked up well beyond where it settles when he fights. but he doesn't.
tell him to stop.
that lust is a feedback loop he doesn't quite know what to do with, a spool of fire cascading through all his nerve endings, and in true teenage boy fashion he's abruptly rocking half a hard-on that inspires him to get up off grimmjow, beet red as he turns away. ）
if he knew that biting was all it took to unsettle kurosaki, then he would have bitten him ages ago. )
What's wrong? ( he grabs for his wrist, before he can put more distance between them. ) Gettin' spooked over a little bite? ( yea, he has like zero idea what he just did to poor ichigo. ) Thought you wanted to go for a couple more rounds? ( he doesn't wait for an answer, promptly yanking him back down onto the ground as he reverses their earlier position, only to be met with flushed cheeks and— oh. )
What's this? ( he feels something hard under him. ) Did you... Did you get a fuckin' erection because I bit you?
（ IT'S NOT LIKE HE LIKES YOU OR ANYTHING, B-BAKA. ichigo hooks one knee up between them and promptly kicks grimmjow right beside his stupid hole, intending to send him flying with a sharp burst of strength.
get thee hence, you fucking asshole. ）
Shut the fuck up, don't be weird.
（ his throbbing teenage erection is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! though the filament of throughput lust between them lingers, hotly contested. ）
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it isn't anger or despondency that he feels when ichigo pins him down once more; it's thrill, excitement, lust.
—yet that cheekiness of his still manages to prick at his nerves. rather than lash out at him with his claws, his eyes narrows up at him before his fingers hook into the front of the boy's shirt. with a forceful yank, he pulls him down, angling his head to take a big ol' nasty bite of his neck. )
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tell him to stop.
that lust is a feedback loop he doesn't quite know what to do with, a spool of fire cascading through all his nerve endings, and in true teenage boy fashion he's abruptly rocking half a hard-on that inspires him to get up off grimmjow, beet red as he turns away. ）
Hey, keep it to the swords, asshole!
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if he knew that biting was all it took to unsettle kurosaki, then he would have bitten him ages ago. )
What's wrong? ( he grabs for his wrist, before he can put more distance between them. ) Gettin' spooked over a little bite? ( yea, he has like zero idea what he just did to poor ichigo. ) Thought you wanted to go for a couple more rounds? ( he doesn't wait for an answer, promptly yanking him back down onto the ground as he reverses their earlier position, only to be met with flushed cheeks and— oh. )
What's this? ( he feels something hard under him. ) Did you... Did you get a fuckin' erection because I bit you?
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No!
（ IT'S NOT LIKE HE LIKES YOU OR ANYTHING, B-BAKA. ichigo hooks one knee up between them and promptly kicks grimmjow right beside his stupid hole, intending to send him flying with a sharp burst of strength.
get thee hence, you fucking asshole. ）
Shut the fuck up, don't be weird.
（ his throbbing teenage erection is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! though the filament of throughput lust between them lingers, hotly contested. ）