@godofhuecomundo sent
Perhaps he should have worried more about finding somewhere actually private, but as God to this desolate world, Aizen didn't care that much. Besides, the flare of his reiatsu offered more privacy than any door could provide as only his pet or the truly foolish would dare trying to approach.
He watched in amusement at the way Grimmjow had stumbled under his reiatsu, but was still quick to step in close. One hand around the Arrancar's throat, he twisted them towards one of the walls, driving Grimmjow against it face first. He plastered himself to his little Kitty's back, he spoke low in the beast's ear. "If you ask nicely, I might even let you cum for me."
Which was all the warning he bothered to give, his free hand sliding between wall and body to find the fastenings of Grimmjow's hakama. After all, the intent was obvious. Whether Grimmjow behaved for him or not, he would be having his little pet, but it depended on the Arrancar how truly enjoyable this proved to be for him in return.
That hand around his throat never seems to bother Grimmjow. In fact, he secretly enjoys it when Aizen grabs his throat like that and displays his dominance over him. He'll never admit it out loud, though.
Grimmjow just barely manages to prevent himself from yelping as he finds himself shoved face first into a wall. He manages to move enough to press his hands against the wall to prevent his face from smacking right into it.
The low growl that rumbles from his throat is a warning. But, who is he trying to convince? The growl will do nothing to deter Aizen and he's not so sure he wants it to.
Secretly, or maybe not so secretly to Aizen, he enjoys this. He does tend to put up a little bit of a fight, but in the end, he always seems to give in.
He reaches backwards to grasp at Aizen's thigh only to shove his claws right into the flesh and muscle. If Aizen expects this to be anything other than violent, he's mistaken.
But, they both enjoy that, don't they? Grimmjow likes seeing how far he can go and Aizen likes punishing him and maybe Grimmjow's a bit of a masochist anyway. It's a win-win, if you ask him.
Despite the claws in Aizen's thigh, he doesn't put up much more of a fight. He does not struggle under Aizen's body, pressing him into the wall or try to swat his hands away. In fact, the feel of him molding against his back sends a shudder of anticipation down his spine.
"If you think I'm gonna be beggin' you to cum, you're wrong."
