[ Wrapping his arms around Shiro's waist, once the hollow was aligned with him, Ichigo secured Shiro with legs sill curled behind thighs, hands pawing at a bare back, and likewise buried his face in the curve of Shiro's neck, nuzzling gratefully. His nose brushed a temple, sifting through soft hair, and he closed his eyes as Shiro dipped in for a kiss, taking his time to say a wordless Thank You. A blue tongue has the mingled taste of his hollow, and himself mixed with the wet heat, making Ichigo let out a hum of quiet appreciation. Pressed from shoulder to hip against the sweaty, hot skin above, Ichigo is content for the moment. His fingers thread softly into white hair, the other hand stroking over equally white shoulders, and the small of Shiro's neck. Oh fuck that felt good. Definitely gonna have to try that out again sometime.
Like, maybe next week. When Ichigo could feel his legs again, and was more than just a melted puddle, ready to be poured into a cup. ]
Mmnph...C'mere...
[ He's even pawing Shiro closer, to prolong the warmth, and intimacy of the moment. Or, just maybe, to be able to wrap arms, and legs around the hollow, and delve his tongue past white lips - it's oddly much more of a turn-on to taste himself on that blue tongue than he would have thought. ]
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A blue tongue has the mingled taste of his hollow, and himself mixed with the wet heat, making Ichigo let out a hum of quiet appreciation.
Pressed from shoulder to hip against the sweaty, hot skin above, Ichigo is content for the moment. His fingers thread softly into white hair, the other hand stroking over equally white shoulders, and the small of Shiro's neck.
Oh fuck that felt good. Definitely gonna have to try that out again sometime.
Like, maybe next week. When Ichigo could feel his legs again, and was more than just a melted puddle, ready to be poured into a cup. ]
Mmnph...C'mere...
[ He's even pawing Shiro closer, to prolong the warmth, and intimacy of the moment. Or, just maybe, to be able to wrap arms, and legs around the hollow, and delve his tongue past white lips - it's oddly much more of a turn-on to taste himself on that blue tongue than he would have thought. ]