[ Tightening his grip so hard in the sheet, Ichigo tears it a little. Panting hard, there's little Ichigo can do except arch into that mouth, twisting against the unbearable tension in his gut as it travels lower, his hips bucking erratically as he tries to warn Shiro of what's ... coming. ]
I - I, fuck! I'm...gonna -!
[ A ragged moan tears out of his throat, and Ichigo quivers like a taut bowstring before sagging heavily into the mattress, dragging down air as he wipes sweaty ginger strands out of his eyes. His body, a natural redhead, is flushed and pink over perspiring musculature, blushing him from head to toe and radiating heat. Sorry, but he needs practice like whoa. ]
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I - I, fuck! I'm...gonna -!
[ A ragged moan tears out of his throat, and Ichigo quivers like a taut bowstring before sagging heavily into the mattress, dragging down air as he wipes sweaty ginger strands out of his eyes. His body, a natural redhead, is flushed and pink over perspiring musculature, blushing him from head to toe and radiating heat.
Sorry, but he needs practice like whoa. ]