"Pucker up."
41. sensual kiss.
he didn’t know how this happened. he couldn’t remember what series of events led up to being here, with this man, in this kind of situation. they’d met under not so ideal circumstances and Ichigo was positive he hated him, but somehow he found himself pressed close, too close to the big, solid body of Grimmjow.
his back was pressing against the wall of his bedroom, and Grimmjow was in front of him, pressing close. there were questions in his mind and a hint of doubt, uncertain if this was something they should be doing even as his hands slowly found purchase on the blue-haired man’s chest. a thought crossed his mind, that maybe he should shove him away, but instead his hands only gripped Grimmjow’s shirt to bring him even closer.
from there, his hands inched up to the back of the taller man’s head, encouraging it closer to him. his lips found their way to the thick, muscled neck of the other man and slowly moved up to Grimmjow’s jaw, to the corner of his mouth.
and then, despite the warning going off in his head that this was probably not the best idea, Ichigo was pressing his lips to Grimmjow’s in a slow, sensual kiss. it shouldn’t have, but the moment he came mouth to mouth with the beast, he felt a small tremor go down his spine. it was wrong, so wrong, but he could only press closer.
