[ Actually, being thrown into the mattress at a million miles an hour stings against the scratches on his back. Ichigo couldn't help a wince. Nor the sudden bubble of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach. Frowning, he looks up at Shiro thoughtfully...then gentles his grip on the hollow's hair. Carding fingers through the soft, white spikes. ]
You...You don't have to, you know. If, uh...you don't want to.
[ He didn't want Shiro to do anything out of some bent obligation...and, it's actually to salve the hollow's pride. Ichigo knows how it is, after all. Nnngh...but the burning feeling sizzling below his skin tingles with the contact of Shiro's body. Guiltily, Ichigo did have to glance down as he tried to be subtle about arching closer. That glance lets his eyes settle on something, though. Something that the very tip of the fingers of Ichigo's right hand curiously trace up the curve of a spine to brush against; the outer most edge of Shiro's hollow hole.]
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:08 pm (UTC)[ Actually, being thrown into the mattress at a million miles an hour stings against the scratches on his back. Ichigo couldn't help a wince. Nor the sudden bubble of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach.
Frowning, he looks up at Shiro thoughtfully...then gentles his grip on the hollow's hair. Carding fingers through the soft, white spikes. ]
You...You don't have to, you know. If, uh...you don't want to.
[ He didn't want Shiro to do anything out of some bent obligation...and, it's actually to salve the hollow's pride. Ichigo knows how it is, after all.
Nnngh...but the burning feeling sizzling below his skin tingles with the contact of Shiro's body. Guiltily, Ichigo did have to glance down as he tried to be subtle about arching closer.
That glance lets his eyes settle on something, though. Something that the very tip of the fingers of Ichigo's right hand curiously trace up the curve of a spine to brush against; the outer most edge of Shiro's hollow hole.]