Grimmjow threw his head back and gazed down through half-lidded eyes at the dark head moving between his thighs, his long fingers clenching rhythmically in the tangle of bedsheets as a slow purr began to grind deep down in his throat.
In retrospect, challenging Ulquiorra to 'blow him' hadn't been such a bad idea.
Well. Hah. Random idea that popped into my head; apologies if something like this already exists.