[Steve snorted and actually managed a laugh, still digging his fingers into that arm. He didn't like being pinned in place, made to feel weak. And yet he did. That secret desire to be dominated he rarely indulged, and never in a real situation. It was one thing to go down on his knees and give over control with someone he trusted. But to be physically weaker, genuinely vulnerable . . . It wasn't something he felt often.

He also wasn't the type to give in easily. At the moment Steve didn't care if they both suffered for a while. For all Grimmjow's rather handsome face, he really didn't want to do anything with the man.]


Don't be so sure of yourself. I'm willing to risk it, for a while anyway. Unless you're that eager to try and force me into something. I didn't think you found me very appealing.