[ He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but there was some sort of weird electricity building with the kiss. Messy, and a little awkward now, and again, but oh so delicious, too. So much that Ichigo let his jaw drop open, and fell hard into the kiss, letting his eyes close. Ichigo let out a moan when the hollow allowed him to sneak his tongue inside to play with Shiro's. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as Ichigo tried to pin down what it was he was feeling. It was almost similar to the feeling you get when you try to get two magnets of the same polarity together. Instead of letting the two repel away from the other, they were forced to stay as close as possible resulting in sparks igniting between the two.
Breaking the kiss on another aching groan, Ichigo panted, and unceremoniously pushed Shiro's hand out of his pants with a sweep of his arm. Barely thinking, he seized Shiro’s arm at the elbow and placed his other hand below his opposite shoulder, wrenching him onto his back so that they traded positions. This really wasn’t so different from sparring, at least not the way they were doing it, but the unfocused, heated expression on Shiro's face told him it was working. Looking down into those gold eyes, Ichigo couldn't help a little bit of a smirk. On an impulse, he leaned in for a second forceful kiss, not waiting for permission this time to delve inside with his tongue, past white lips, and sharp teeth. It felt more natural to take control. After all, neither one of them were the 'uke' type, and this is essentially Ichigo's body, right? Whatever works for him should work as well on his hollow.
To that end, it's all to easy to nudge Shiro's legs apart with a knee, and slot hips together. The heat of Shiro's erection burned through their clothes, and without even realizing it Ichigo pushed against a matching pelvis with a semi-circular grind. Even with the almost startled grunt it wrings from him, Ichigo now knew what he wanted to do. He broke off the kiss, and moved immediately to press his tongue against the white column of the hollow's neck. Slowly, varying pressure as he went, he started to place wet, fiery, open-mouthed kisses in a daisy-chain of instantly fading splotches around Shiro's throat; gradually he worked his way down to a white shoulder, his arm, his body… ]
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Date: 2011-04-04 04:59 am (UTC)Breaking the kiss on another aching groan, Ichigo panted, and unceremoniously pushed Shiro's hand out of his pants with a sweep of his arm.
Barely thinking, he seized Shiro’s arm at the elbow and placed his other hand below his opposite shoulder, wrenching him onto his back so that they traded positions. This really wasn’t so different from sparring, at least not the way they were doing it, but the unfocused, heated expression on Shiro's face told him it was working. Looking down into those gold eyes, Ichigo couldn't help a little bit of a smirk.
On an impulse, he leaned in for a second forceful kiss, not waiting for permission this time to delve inside with his tongue, past white lips, and sharp teeth. It felt more natural to take control. After all, neither one of them were the 'uke' type, and this is essentially Ichigo's body, right? Whatever works for him should work as well on his hollow.
To that end, it's all to easy to nudge Shiro's legs apart with a knee, and slot hips together. The heat of Shiro's erection burned through their clothes, and without even realizing it Ichigo pushed against a matching pelvis with a semi-circular grind. Even with the almost startled grunt it wrings from him, Ichigo now knew what he wanted to do. He broke off the kiss, and moved immediately to press his tongue against the white column of the hollow's neck. Slowly, varying pressure as he went, he started to place wet, fiery, open-mouthed kisses in a daisy-chain of instantly fading splotches around Shiro's throat; gradually he worked his way down to a white shoulder, his arm, his body… ]