Grell and Undertaker were now inside the funeral parlor that the older, retired Shinigami owned and worked at, checking to see if William might be there. Not having the ability to look through walls but being able to transport themselves instantaneously from one place to another, neither of the Reapers could see that William and Ronald were outside waiting across the road.
Not seeing him around, Undertaker decided to give Grell a tour, being as the younger Reaper hadn't seen much of it the last time he was there. Removing his hat for a few moments to dust it off, the taller, black-clad Shinigami was a little surprised at how Grell was staring at him.
"See something you like?" he questioned, smirking slightly. He knew he'd put Grell into a more intimate setting than he was probably used to, but he simply loved seeing that blush of his.
Flustered slightly, Grell gazed plaintively at Undertaker, still not entirely sure of what to think of him. Yes, he'd kissed both his hand and cheek, but he'd spoken no words that hinted of what he was truly thinking. Grell's green eyes glittered behind his glasses at that question, rosy lips parting slightly as he felt a quiver inside of him. How was it that the older Shinigami could make him respond like this, as if he were a mere child?
Where Grell had no problem dealing with Sebastian and flirting with the demon constantly- though he knew that the crimson-eyed male was most definitely claimed by Claude Faustus now- here he was out of his element. He never knew what to say or how to act to get Undertaker to notice him. About to bite down absently on the nail of his left thumb, a pout appearing, Grell stopped moving when a warm mouth covered his completely, his breath catching as he simply felt the searing heat of a kiss.
Truthfully, despite how flamboyantly Grell acted even whilst he flirted with Sebastian and, to a lesser extent, how he'd once practically begged Undertaker to embrace him, he really had not been kissed very often. And none of those kisses had made him feel more conscious of desire and need than this one did. The heat from the kiss traveled down from his mouth to his feet, his long eyelashes fluttering as he closed his eyes, moving his lips back against the older male's.
Undertaker found himself pressing Grell back against the bare wall, enjoying the absolutely delicious taste of the other's mouth. His tongue slid between those soft lips, enjoying the flavor of Grell's lipstick and hearing a gasp as he twined it around the other's tongue, their bodies pressed together now as they kissed over and over again. Just that simple yet provocative touching was enough for Grell's body to respond to it, his nipples hardening beneath the thin material of his shirt.
Sliding his hand along Grell's flat stomach, Undertaker made the kiss even deeper, his fingers slipping beneath Grell's shirt to stroke along his bare skin, finding himself going further than he'd actually planned to. The erotic feel of his larger body pressing against Grell's smaller one, the fingers of his left hand running through the long, red hair made Undertaker want more. Shifting slightly, he rocked his hips against the younger male, allowing Grell to feel how turned on he was. For the moment, nothing else mattered to him but the flushed, trembling Shinigami whimpering against him, all else fading from his thoughts right now except for one thing- the beautiful male that Undertaker could not believe was allowing him to touch like this.
Grell's need jumped one hundred fold when he felt the erection pressing against him, a needful little cry leaving him as he trembled, trapped between the wall and Undertaker. He needed more, his body aching as his legs parted of their own accord, feeling the teasing fingers moving towards the junction of his legs. That had him nearly scream as he was touched there for the first time, nonsensical words escaping from him as he gripped Undertaker's shoulders tightly.
"I-I can't..." he whimpered, meaning that he couldn't pull away. So flushed and needful right now, in Undertaker's eyes, he resembled a debauched angel, his clothing hanging off his slim frame.
