Its hammer time and you can’t touch this!
Love Lessons chapter 5.
Chapter 5: “Basically you all did crap,”
Grimmjow smiled as Ichigo opened his mouth, letting the other man’s tongue slide into his mouth. He pushed Ichigo against the wall, and the teen moaned as Grimmjow’s hands snaked down, massaging his ass and pulling their bodies flush against each other. Ichigo pulled his mouth away, gasping for air as Grimmjow began to tug the teen’s t-shirt off. They separated for a moment as Ichigo helped, but then they were back together. Grimmjow traced his fingers slowly up and across the teens toned stomach muscles and Ichigo let out a little whine. Grimmjow smiled, leaning down to whisper into Ichigo’s sensitive ears.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Grimmjow purred sensually and Ichigo’s eyes widened a little. He nodded, nerves dancing through his body. Grimmjow smirked, biting down on Ichigo’s neck. The teen followed him, very aware of Grimmjow lack of clothes. Grimmjow pressed him up against the closed bedroom door as soon as they entered, kissing the teen passionately again. His fingers moved to unbutton the teen’s trousers and Ichigo moaned at the contact. His brown eyes slid closed as he gasped out. Grimmjow was smirking as he tugged the teen’s trousers down, watching the flush as it deepened on the teen’s cheeks.
He threw the teens trousers, pushing him down onto the bed and looking at Ichigo below him. He stood up then, walking towards his cupboard. He pulled out a tie before walking back to the bed, where Ichigo lay, watching him with confused eyes.
“What’s that for?” He asked licking his lips as Grimmjow smiled wolfishly, his eyes glinting. He straddled the teen’s waist, grabbing his wrists with one hand. He tugged them above Ichigo’s head and wrapped the tie around the teen’s wrists, tying them tightly. He looped the remainder of the material around his headboard and smiled, leaning back to admire his work. Ichigo wriggled, tugging at his hand restraints, his face flushed.
“It’s kinkier this way,” Grimmjow smiled, reaching down to undo his towel from his waist. Ichigo’s eyes widened at the sight of the other’s arousal, and he blushed. Grimmjow smirked down at him again, leaning down to kiss him. He rubbed his lips gently over Ichigo’s, teasingly before moving down to his chest. He bit down lightly on one of Ichigo’s nipples making the teen arch his back and groan in pleasure. Ichigo tugged at his hand restraints, desperate to touch the other man.
“Damn it, Grimm,” Ichigo gasped out as the man began to massage him through his boxers. He felt the other man slide his pants down slowly and he lifted his hips, helping the man to tug them off quicker. Cold air brushed against him and he groaned, feeling Grimmjow’s finger brush the slit of his penis. He bucked his hips desperately and his erection brushed against Grimmjow’s. Both groaned and Grimmjow crushed his lips back onto Ichigo’s, eager to taste the teen again. He grabbed the bottle of lube from his drawer, smearing it onto his fingers as he bit down onto the teen’s chest, leaving a series of red marks. He traced one finger around the teen’s entrance and felt Ichigo push onto him a little. He smirked and began to pump the teen’s erection as he stuck a finger in. Ichigo tugged at his restraints again, fighting the strange feeling in his ass.
“Relax,” Grimmjow whispered, continuing to slide his finger in and out. Ichigo gave a little gasp, tensing again as another finger slid into him. Grimmjow waited, pressing a kiss into the side of Ichigo’s neck. He pulled away a little, looking at the beautiful restrained teen below him. Grimmjow plunged his fingers in and out, stretching the teen as he whimpered. Suddenly Ichigo gasped, pressing himself back onto the intruding fingers as pleasure exploded through his body. Grimmjow smirked, brushing that spot again and smiling as Ichigo groaned out his name, pushing his hips desperately against the other.
He added a third finger, and Ichigo hissed in pain. But then Grimmjow hit that spot again and he was moaning again.
“Fuck, Grimm, please,” He moaned and Grimmjow felt himself growing even harder if it was possible. The teen begging him was just too much. He removed his fingers, causing Ichigo to whine and Grimmjow quickly applied the lubricant to his own member. He looked down at Ichigo, spreading the teen’s legs and tugging them over his shoulders.
“Please Grimm,” Ichigo gasped out again and Grimmjow pushed slowly into him. Ichigo bit his lip hard to stop himself crying out at the pain. He could feel himself being stretched and he clenched his fists in his restraints. Grimmjow was buried deep inside the teen, and he closed his eyes, barely able to restrain himself inside the tight heat of Ichigo. He felt the teen press back onto him then, and he pulled out a little before thrusting back inside him. Ichigo felt a tear slide out between his shut eyes as he groaned a little, the pain and pleasure mixing as Grimmjow began to move. Then he hit it, that spot inside of him that made his body sing in pleasure. He moaned, pushing back and Grimmjow thrust in again, hitting his prostate again. They began to move in rhythm now, thrusting harder and harder. Grimmjow wrapped his hand around the teen’s arousal and began to pump him in time to his thrusts, drawing another moan from Ichigo’s throat.
“Grimm,” He gasped out, throwing his head back. Grimmjow closed his eyes, feeling the pressure build as Ichigo began to tense around him. He felt the teen come, his body stiffening and Grimmjow pushed himself in again, making sure to hit the teen’s pleasure spot one last time as Ichigo came. He came then, buried deep inside Ichigo, growling in pleasure. They both lay there panting deeply and Ichigo gave a little whine as Grimmjow pulled out.
Exhausted, Grimmjow reached up and untied the teen’s wrists, letting the teen’s arms fall to the bed. Ichigo opened his eyes, turning to look at his teacher, who was digging around in his bedside table drawer for his cigarettes.
“What does this mean?” He asked quietly, watching the light flicker across Grimmjow’s face as he lit his cigarette.
“What do you think it means?” Grimmjow asked gruffly, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. “You think I’m just messing around with you?” He smirked, stroking the teen’s damp orange hair from his face. Ichigo frowned.
“Pretty stupid to just mess around with a student,” Ichigo pointed out and Grimmjow sighed.
“Pretty stupid to get in a relationship with a student as well,” He laughed and Ichigo moved, wincing a little at the pain this caused to shoot through him.
“Yeah, it is,” He murmured, wrapping his arm around the toned waist of his teacher and snuggling against him. Grimmjow snorted, but couldn’t help but smile a little at the teen’s actions.
Monday lured its ugly head again and Grimmjow sighed, leaning back in his chair and watching as Ichigo frowned at his work. Every now and then the teen would sneak a glance at his teacher, only to find that the man was staring at him as well and from then on he wouldn’t be able to keep the grin of his face.
He’d spent the entire weekend at his teachers apartment and had come to realise that not only was his teacher a total freak when it came to marking, but he was also an obsessively violent video game player, a control freak and a horny, kinky bastard who loved to drive Ichigo crazy. He could feel a blush rising to his cheeks just thinking about some of the things Grimmjow did to him and more alarmingly just how much he’d enjoyed them. He was surprised he’d been able to walk to school that day.
Grimmjow stood up from his desk, walking around the room and handing out the classes’ last piece of homework he’d marked at the weekend when Ichigo was there. He threw the pages down on the respective teenager’s desks, trying his best not to look at Ichigo as he passed him.
“Basically, you all did crap,” Grimmjow drawled, his expression bored as he turned to face the class. “So we’re going to go over it again. To start with….” Grimmjow turned to right out the first homework sum on the board, and Ichigo tuned him out, looking at the slip of paper that was attached to his work.
You look sexy in your uniform. Especially how gorgeous your ass looks in those pants. You should see some of the thing’s I’m thinking about doing to you. You would blush even more than usual. Not that I don’t love it when you blush. Ichigo read, feeling the blush that Grimmjow was talking about burning on his cheeks. He crumpled the note up and caught Orihime’s eye noticing she was looking at him with concern. He raised his paper and showed her the F printed on top and shrugged. She smiled and then turned her attention back to the front, hearing Grimmjow cough in annoyance. He focused on his teacher again, seeing the man smirk a little at the fact he was blushing. He hated that man.
The bell rang and the class began to leave the room, but not before Grimmjow singled him out.
“Kurosaki, wait behind a minute,” He called out and his friends threw him sympathetic glances. Ichigo rolled his eyes, remaining in his seat as the teenagers trooped out. The door slid shut and Grimmjow stalked towards him. He very gently touched the teen’s face before brushing his lips against Ichigo’s. He pulled back very quickly, glancing around to check no-one noticed, despite there being no-one in the room.
Ichigo could feel himself grinning and Grimmjow looked at him.
“Come to mine tonight, an hour or two after school, okay?” Grimmjow commanded and Ichigo nodded, packing his things away.
“I’ll be there,” He said, throwing his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the room. He glanced back at Grimmjow who threw a seductive smile his way and Ichigo smiled back. He pressed a soft kiss onto his teacher’s lips after checking the room was still empty.
“I’ll come round about five,” He whispered, turning and walking out of the room. Grimmjow rubbed a hand through his hair, unable to stop himself from smirking. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what he was doing was very illegal and very stupid, but over the last three days he’d realised that the teen had got to him and got to him badly.
The sex was amazing as well.
Tandoku