[Those words send a shudder through Grimmjow's body, and he replies to that whine with a throaty groan as he approaches.

He flips open the cap on the lube and squirts a little pool of it right into the small of Ichigo's back before swiping his fingers through it. He tosses the tube aside on the bed and presses his first finger against Ichigo's entrance. Slow, steady, insistent, he pushes it inside.

And for some fucking reason, he knows about dirty talk.]

You put your fingers in here, huh? Stretched out your filthy little asshole? For what? A hunk of stone?

[He does not, regrettably, know what dildos are made from.]