GrimmUlqui High School AU

"Are you scared?" Ulquiorra asked quietly, noticing the goosebumps.

Grimmjow grunted, but stayed still. Like hell he was going to admit that he was afraid of getting fucked. It was only fair anyway.

"Just hurry up, will ya'?"

"If you're apprehensive," Ulquiorra said, lifting his fingers, which had left a snail-like trail down Grimmjow's back, "then I won't." He didn't want to feel as if he was doing it against Grimmjow's will, even though he very much wanted to know what it felt like from the opposite side of things.

Grimmjow turned his head and gave Ulquiorra a deadpanned look. If he said he'd do it, he would.

"I said I'd do it, didn't I?" He grunted, laying back down.

Ulquiorra pulled Grimmjow's underwear down over his hips and slipped a slick finger inside, just as he'd felt him do the night before.

The blue haired man helped Ulquiorra take his underwear off, and he felt a finger slip inside him. He expected pain, though he felt only slight discomfort.

"You never did tell me if you've done it before," Ulquiorra said, adding another finger.

He groaned and looked back at the smaller male, "Yer' thinkin' 'bout that now?" he questioned, disbelief coloring his voice.

"It seems as good a time as any." Ulquiorra sheathed his fingers completely, seeming unfazed by Grimmjow's reactions thus far.

Grimmjow flinched a little at the sting of pain, though hummed at the jolt of pleasure that shot through his body. He tried really hard to remember what they were talking about, and after a few thrusts from the pale fingers, he remembered.

"Maybe once. I was hammered." He replied, not bothering to lie. He really didn't remember much, though black hair and pale skin was practically all he remembered.

"Were you inside them?" Ulquiorra asked casually, pulling the slender fingers back and slowly pushing them in again. "Or were they inside you?"

"I don't..." Grunt, "Remember." He replied, his eyes shut tightly as pleasure wracked his body.

"Let's hope it was the former," Ulquiorra murmured, twisting his fingers. "I would like to be your first."

Groaning, Grimmjow nodded his head before shoving his face into a pillow, smothering any type of noise that threatened to come out of his mouth.

"...You like this," Ulquiorra said, marveling at the reactions he was able to get out of Grimmjow with just a simple movement of his fingers.

Neither confirming or denying Ulquiorra's assessment, Grimmjow kept his head in the pillow. Every movement from the pale fingers in him sent pleasure up his spine, causing him to jerk his hips on occasion.

"Let's make a change." Ulquiorra slipped his fingers out. "Get up on your knees."

Keeping himself from making a sound of disappointment when the pale fingers left him, Grimmjow grunted and got on his knees, watching the pale man and trying to figure out what the man was thinking.

"Do you have any lubricant?" Ulquiorra asked calmly, running a single finger down Grimmjow's spine.

A small shiver ran through his body as he felt a slightly cold finger run down his back. Not very many people knew it, but he had an extremely sensitive back and the kinds of things Ulquiorra was doing to him....

Grimmjow shook his head, clearing it once more, and he thought if he had any lube. "I dun'' think so." He replied finally. He never really needed lube, not to mention the fact that he typically didn't have sex in his house. He was pretty sure he had condoms, but that was most likely it.

"I'll manage." Ulquiorra licked his fingers again, deciding that it would suffice. "Are you prepared?" he asked, stony-faced.

Not saying anything, Grimmjow laid down and pulled Ulquiorra down on him, kissing and grinding their hips together.

"Am I?" He asked, his voice horse and low.

"I'll assume that's a yes." Ulquiorra said, taking one of Grimmjow's legs and hooking it over his shoulder. Lining himself up with the taller man's entrance, he slowly and deliberately pushed inside.

Grunting a little, Grimmjow pushed down with his hips, taking Ulquiorra in deeper.

Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra slowly turned his head toward the ceiling, gritting his teeth. He knew at that moment why Grimmjow had been making so much noise the night before; it was almost impossible to bite back.