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ichigo didn’t like kissing. he felt too much like a teenage girl, excited for her first date. he hates the way a slippery tongue slides across his teeth with no friction. he hates connecting his own tongue with another persons- it’s just gross, okay?
but.. there was something primal, about kissing with grimmjow. no expectations. no fear. (well, ichigo can recall plenty of times he thought his jugular was at risk of teeth more than his own mouth, but he digresses.) the way his lips sigh and move against grimmjow’s, spit dripping from each others lips as they separate.
he moves, earning a growl and discontented huff from grimmjow, shuffling his pants off.
“dude.” grimmjows eyes fall to the floor. “your penis fell out.” grimmjows eyes bulge out of his sockets, staring at ichigos fallen packer, now laying forgotten on the floor.
ichigo’s eyes lock into it, his face glowing red in shame. “it’s not- it’s not my penis! it’s a packer, it makes me look like i have one-!”
grimmjow seems to recover, shaking his head to snap out of it. he opens his mouth a few times, closing it some more, before deciding on a question.
“can you piss with it?
..
ichigo flusters again, throwing his discarded jeans at the blunette. “you’re so crude, holy shit!”