sent by @solismused ❝ please tell me i’m doing good. please — i need to hear it. ❞ ( Host Ichi @ Model Grimmjow )
"Ya always a really good boy for me, Ichigo." Grimmjow chuckled softly as he pressed a kiss to the side of Ichigo's neck, humming briefly. He liked how the host smelled when he was cleaned up and no longer had the guests he entertained perfumes or colognes on his clothing and skin. Or in his hair.
While he never smelt BAD by any means, the mix of scents could give the model a headache from time to time. Plus, Ichigo liked smelling like him, and him alone. "Yer takin' my cock so well. Like it's made for ya and only ya. To be inside yer tight, greedy little hole." He'd move his hips slowly, almost languidly, just because he wanted to listen to Ichigo beg him to go harder, or faster. HIs thrusts were still deep, he sought out Ichigo's prostate as often as he could.
Ichigo was on his back, so the host couldn't really see how his body swallowed the model's thick cock. "Yer body likes tryin' to suck me back inside when I pull back. S'tryin' to be greedier than normal I think." It was a tease, nothing more, and nothing less. Ichigo would know that. "I don't mind that though. I like ya and yer body bein' greedy for me and my cock. Plus, yer pretty greedy with my kisses and everythin' else too. I love it."
They'd officially been seeing one another since the night that they had sex the first time. The model had asked Ichigo out the moment the host had mentioned that he didn't just want sex from him, that he wanted him. His fame had nothing to do with it. Something told the model it was due to their insane compatibility. Like their bodies were made for one another.