[ Ichigo's head thumped back onto the mattress, a groan spilling forth, throaty and laced with relief as he sinks a hand into Shiro's hair, trying with drowning reason to remember not to pull. Hips writhe against his own desire to feel more of those incredible sensations and refrain from shoving his dick in Shiro's face. It just seems ... impolite, as ridiculous as that sounds. ]
Fuck, why do you, that feels, Shiro, Shiro ...
[ His mouth is apparently running away from him still, but Ichigo has no experience with this sort of thing, and no way to repress those sounds. Hell, Ichigo was loud normally, nevermind when his brain was completely melted by a hot, wet, blue tongue. In between gasps that cause his chest to heave and full-body shudders that wrack him to the bone, stretching him out as his hips pulse, Ichigo managed to rasp out Shiro's name, begging with his tone. Oh, but that feeling! The threat of the knife-edged talon tracing highly sensitized skin made Ichigo scrabble his hands across the sheets for something to hang onto, with a startled cry. ]
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Fuck, why do you, that feels, Shiro, Shiro ...
[ His mouth is apparently running away from him still, but Ichigo has no experience with this sort of thing, and no way to repress those sounds. Hell, Ichigo was loud normally, nevermind when his brain was completely melted by a hot, wet, blue tongue.
In between gasps that cause his chest to heave and full-body shudders that wrack him to the bone, stretching him out as his hips pulse, Ichigo managed to rasp out Shiro's name, begging with his tone.
Oh, but that feeling! The threat of the knife-edged talon tracing highly sensitized skin made Ichigo scrabble his hands across the sheets for something to hang onto, with a startled cry. ]