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Kurosaki has been undressing him with his eyes from the moment Grimmjow begrudgingly walked into the Shoten, wearing the tightest pants Yoruichi could stuff him into despite him promising to murder her in her sleep and a matching white jacket over a black dress shirt.
At first he thinks it's a different expression on Kurosaki's face, but it's.... it's undeniably attraction. Kurosaki's eyes are glued to him, and Grimmjow tests that theory by mingling with the crowd and then looking up and around, only to find familiar brown eyes staring right at him. Whenever their gaze meets, Kurosaki looks like he's been caught. The splash of freckles across his nose and cheeks gets swallowed by crimson and he always pretends to be doing something else, pretends not to have looked when Grimmjow catches him staring.
It's bad.
Grimmjow can't quite place the way it makes him feel, to have Kurosaki's undivided attention but over the course of the night he decides that he likes the heated gaze. It makes him feel wanted.
He's always wanted Kurosaki, but... not in such a way. At least he didn't think so.
But when the guests start to trickle out and Kurosaki is a little on the side of the room, Grimmjow corners him, shirt half undone, the white jacket slung casually over his shoulder.
Despite all the staring and longing and the way Grimmjow has felt naked under Kurosaki's eyes, it's the first time they talk to each other. Kurosaki looks at him for a second, then away, swallowing hard.
"Didn't think seeing me dressed is what gets to you", Grimmjow tells him. His cheeks feel a little hot from the alcohol he's had. "You get to see me shirtless at least four times a week but when I'm covered up, you look like you want to jump me?"
Kurosaki snaps his eyes up to meet his, face beet-red. Grimmjow steps closer until he can feel the heat radiating off of Kurosaki.
"Couldn't even fucking focus on your conversations", Grimmjow adds. He loves how Kurosaki can't seem to meet his eyes now, fidgeting. "Always staring at me like you wanted to peel me out of this stupid get up."
"It's not stupid", Kurosaki protests, his voice a rough croak. "It... it suits you. You look good. Really good. Handsome- fuck, I'm sorry, I'm probably drunk-"
"If I give you permission to undress me, would it make you want me less? Since you like it so much?"
And he can see the way that sentence makes Kurosaki's brain short-circuit and he enjoys the moment, enjoys having rendered Kurosaki Ichigo speechless. He plans on doing it again and again, if things go smoothly.
"Grimmjow-"
"What? You've been undressing me with your eyes all night. Don't know what kinda fantasy was running in your mind but I'm telling you, it could be reality. Wanna bend me over and fuck me? I'm feeling generous, I might just let you do that."
There's a brief pause. Grimmjow thinks he can hear the gears turning in Kurosaki's head as the words sink in and then Kurosaki grasps his collar and yanks him down.
Grimmjow bites him when their lips meet but Kurosaki doesn't flinch away, just groans right into his mouth. The hand falls from his collar, briefly dips under the fabric to smooth over skin, fingers following the scar Kurosaki himself gave to him and then they're parting.
Kurosaki's eyes are darker than black.
"I'm gonna take off those pants with my teeth", he says and it sounds like a promise.