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[ A damp, spring breeze stirred half-drawn curtains against the windowsill, the view below of a bed of early irises; the scent mixing with new, green shoots to create a wonderfully clean perfume. Inside a small, modest bedroom with a large wardrobe, Ichigo lay on top of his cotton bedclothes in jeans and a T-shirt, breath stirring the soft crown of Shiro's hair. A slight sigh of pleasure stirred the snow white hair as he shifted in his half-asleep state, and felt the warmth of another body pressed into the curve of his.

Rolling over in his sleep, he snuggles in closer. A forearm cinched around the other's waist, and Ichigo buried his nose against the back of the hollow's neck, parted lips damp with the hot breath of slumber as they grazed their way up to the short, downy tufts at the base of his skull. Like any teenage boy his body started to react to the pleasant form aligned against the planes of his chest, and stomach and he subconsciously fit his hips snug against a firm bottom, effectively a warm, heavy blanket of pure boy as he panted against sweat-dewy skin, muscles relaxing into the firm slopes, and planes of white skin. ]

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[The delicious, clean smell of the irises was enough to catch the Hollow's sensitive sense of smell, but not quite enough to rouse him; just influencing his dreams with fresh flora (strange considering that most of his dreams that morning consisted of indoor locations, but dreams were dreams).

Shiro is wearing nothing but baggy, comfortable cotton pajama pants. Unlike Ichigo, Shiro has no body to grab on to in front of him, so instead he balls up the sheets in his fists, smiling and humming a bit. Oh yeah, feeling that, now. He moans a little, sleepily, and rolls over, digging his face into Ichigo's chest.]

[ Mmph. Not used to that. Though, Ichigo has gotten used to sharing the bed with someone else since Shiro gained his own form. Since that very first night of Shiro sneaking into Ichigo's bed, the hollow had been slowly wearing down his barriers until Ichigo just...stopped fighting over the bed on most nights.

The bit of movement helps draw him a little bit more out of sleep, as does the way his jeans are becoming tighter, and tighter.
Lazily, Ichigo sighed, and the fingertips of one hand drift over the curve of Shiro's spine, and tracing aimless, chaotic circles.
With the resistance of another body right there, it's easy to shift legs until they tangle together with one of Ichigo's knees pressed between white thighs. Mmm. It's a nice dream, and not too different than others Ichigo has had before. ]

[Shiro knew how to get what he wanted. With Ichigo, it required patience and perseverance. Whenever Ichigo kicked him out of the bed, he just crawled back in. Eventually, his orange-headed other gave up on trying to keep the Hollow from getting all up in his business. But some nights, when one or the other had trouble getting to sleep for whatever reason, they would often go their separate ways and the Hollow would curl up on his beanbag nest, still in the corner. But not this lazy afternoon.

Who sleeps in jeans, Ichigo? Crazy guy. Shiro's arms manage to snake around his bed partner, digging his fingers lazily into the orange hair. He groans a little when Ichigo decides to tangle their legs toether, but a little shifting and they're back in a comfortable position. Except for the stupid pressure and heat. Where the hell had that come from?]

[ With the amount of movement, Ichigo was almost awake, but his drowsy senses assumed this was a most pleasant dream, and as such, he stretched, and snuffled through the white hair of Shiro's crown.
Likewise, a deep, almost-silent hum of contentment answers the feeling of fingers carding through soft, orange spikes. Pink stains his cheekbones a little darker, and spreads down to his throat; aroused and warm and loving the attention more than he ever would have admitted out loud.
Nuzzling Shiro's hair provided a soft cushion that smelled of shampoo-fruits, while a pelvis rocked slowly against a compliant leg; unhurried, and half awake.
A pity that even just a mid-afternoon snooze means Ichigo didn't bother changing from jeans to pajamas. More's the pity that "morning wood" apparently can apply to an unplanned nap. ]

[Shiro, on the other hand, was a bit more conscious and fully aware of the status of this situation being real, and not a dream. He's also becoming more aware of Ichigo's arousal, and his own in return.

Hey. morning wood can strike at at time. And he feels that on his leg and groans a little, reaching a hand down to touch]

[ Ichigo's expression screws up eventually, though, then he yawns hugely enough to get a few wisps of Shiro's hair in his mouth. ]

Mmph...sorry...

[ Annnd the realization finally catches up with him that he was basically leg-humping his hollow in his sleep. His arm gets yanked back so suddenly, Ichigo flops onto his back, looking like an over-wrought dandelion; eyes blinking ( hoping against hope this was just a terrible turn to a lovely dream ) face heating with a blush, and mouth parted on words that weren't coming out.

In short? Terrified.

But why he was terrified is another story entirely; he had no idea if it was because he loved it or hated it. Of course he knew that guys did this, everyone knew that, but he had always stopped himself before getting this far in his head. Always stopped himself before he could let his waking mind remember what sharp claws, and pale burning skin could feel like... ]

Edited 2011-04-03 07:17 (UTC)

[his touching amounts to little more than just a sort of rubbing and scratching in his sleep, since he doesn't even bother putting his hand into his pants.

But that movement is enough to fully work him out of his half-drowsy state and he glares] Mmmph, what's wrong, why'd ya move? Stoppit. [of course, then he becomes consciously aware of his downstairs problem, and if he's having an issue, so is Ichigo. The Hollow half lids his eyes and peers under the covers, then snerks] Heh. Nice dream~?

I - that is - it...

[ Will remember how to speak someday. For the moment, Ichigo swallows hard, and goes stock still. Caught in the indecision to bolt, or make an attempt at denial. Neither option is particularly appealing, though. Shunpo with a hard-on is anything but comfortable. ]

...I-I didn't mean to...um...do that.

Do what? Get a little boner? [And hump my leg like a puppy? He decides not to say that, for the sake of preserving the moment. He huffs and buries his face in Ichigo's arm and the sheets, reluctant to let the warm thing get too far away] Who cares. Rukia is out, it's just you an' me. [he slides a hand back around Ichigo on his back, pulling his closer]

[ Blushing furiously, but...can't quite muster up enough mental aptitude to resist being pulled back under the covers. Ichigo was speechless; even if he had wanted to yell, which he suddenly found he didn’t, he wouldn’t have known what to say. Shiro seemed so...so...cool about the whole thing.
So, he does the first thing that pops into his head; tentatively curling the arm that Shiro was using for a pillow around the hollow's shoulders.

Shouldn't I feel weird? It's my HOLLOW!. But, despite those thoughts, Ichigo is surprised to realize that he just...couldn't ]

[he is cool. He still had access to your dreams, sometimes, Ichigo, and he knew those secret thoughts and desires. And hey, cuddling and the like with the very incarnation of your Id? Ichigo is only human, after all. The Hollow is flushed as well, but he is definitely less flaily than Ichigo.

He grins and nuzzles his head into the crook of Ichigo's neck] Just relax~

[ Lips part because shouldn't he say something? But nothing comes out at first, and Ichigo can't help a little shiver - that nuzzling tickles. ]

E-easy for you to say.

[ Maybe Shiro intended to go back to sleep. If so, Ichigo wasn't sure he could...maybe he should just get up, and go deal with the embarrassment by himself.
Maybe. But despite everything he tries to convince himself of...Ichigo just can't help being lonely. So it's difficult to give up the feeling of another warm body pressed against his. No matter how confusing, and embarrassing the reactions this particular body provoked. ]

[Nope. The snuggling is just affectionate, but Shiro is fully awake now, and can't ignore either of their little problems.

He slides his hand down over his other's back, down his firm ass in those jeans and then around his hips and down just a bit more. Then holding Ichigo's erection through his pants] Hmmm~ Should we take care of this?

[ Having his ass groped was another new experience, and Ichigo wasn't entirely sure if he should protest on principle, or arch into the touch.
Ichigo instantly tried to break away again, but his flinch backwards is arrested by Shiro's hand on his dick. ]

Don't--!

[ He instinctively put his free hand out to Shiro’s shoulder, he thought to push him off but once he was touching him he realized all he wanted was to grab hold and not let go. Confused, and scared, brown eyes look down at hooded gold, and search to see what intentions were really in there. ]

...stop.

[ Don't stop, yet. No matter what I say. ]

Edited 2011-04-03 09:48 (UTC)

[he looks up, loosening his grip a little, but not enough for Ichigo to get away] Don't? [he quirks an eyebrow. The Hollow isn't going to do it if Ichigo really DOES want him to stop.

But then again, the Daikou never had any problems running away after punching the Hollow for doing things he didn't approve of. Ichigo is still laying there, and his protests are weak. So The Hollow softens his expression a little, eyes warm, even if they were still predatory.

Another rough squeeze, and Shiro brings his other hand down to keep it on Ichigo's rear while the first hand flips the button and zipper of the jeans, giving Ichigo at least something of a release]

[ That stroking hand pressed into him exactly right, setting his groin on fire and it quickly spread to the rest of his body; igniting up and down his spine and into his limbs, and Ichigo groaned without meaning to.
His mouth still slightly open. Ichigo felt like he was frozen to the spot despite the overwhelming burning sensation that had risen to his face. He swallowed loudly, self-conscious that his eagerness had been so obvious. Brown eyes turning to an ardent shade of amber blink half-open, and catch that heated, possessive look... ]

...Don't...stop.

[ But now there didn't seem much point left in pretending this was anything other than what it was. Ichigo's body had already made it very clear that it not only wanted this, but was getting onto the business at hand, whether Ichigo was ready to, or not. Hips squirmed, and fingers tightened on a sigh at the relief of having his jeans unfastened, but now there wasn't any hiding the prominently tented grey boxers beneath.

But, feeling braver with the decision made, he slid his hands back along the hollow’s shoulders to wrap his arms firmly around them, and lifted himself up to press their mouths together. It's sloppy, lacking the finesse of experience, but at least this way the hollow couldn't say anything else to make the embarrassment worse. ]

[The white twin just smirks, his fangs poking out from over his lips and his blue flush mirroring Ichigo's. They were both total amateurs; Shiro had never done this for anyone but himself. But the two of them had a distinct advantage in that they needn't worry about hurting the other, or not knowing exactly where to touch. It turned amateurs into experts.

He chuckles a bit, throatily] If you say so~

[Oh good. Shiro didn't want to do ALL the work. Their bond doesn't help with kissing, sadly, and they both fumble and can't really figure out the proper positioning, but that just makes it all the better. The Hollow's dead heart has even gone to beating, slowly, but that's more than usual, thanks to adrenaline and arousal. Lucky for him, his pajama pants don't do much to confine his erection, so he can focus on it from Ichigo's end of things. Slipping a ghost-white hand down into the boxer and grabbing a hold of Ichigo's penis, amused slightly by how hard it is already. Of course, his is the same. So much that he has to remove his hand from Ichigo's backside and attend to his own erection]

Edited 2011-04-04 04:26 (UTC)

[ 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… ]

[Delicious? Almost literally, with how much the Hollow is salivating. Then again, he can't help it. Ichigo is just a waterfall of delicious spiritual energy, and the Hollow is absorbing and tasting every little particle. Shiro felt the same feeling, almost repulsive, and yet not unpleasant at all. And sorry, Ichigo. If it's a tongue war, the Hollow is the winner. He has almost enough tongue to go down his entire throat. But Ichigo choking in the middle of this would ruin the moment, so he keeps it localized to the mouth.

He growls and sputters a bit when forced onto his back, but allows it, for now. But of course, not without a little retribution. He doesn't stop growling even as Ichigo comes in for a second kiss, and Shiro takes this moment to bite his other on the lip, but not sharply; no, just sort of applying a dull, but constant pressure from his fangs to the fleshy, flushed bit of skin. Still, it's enough to draw just a droplet of blood.

He hisses when Ichigo breaks off the kiss and groaned in pure pleasure when Ichigo grinded against him. One of his hands is braced against Ichigo's shoulder, digging in talons that he surely didn't remember being there a few minutes ago, and the other on his belly and chest, as if trying to push him away]

What ... are ya up to?

[ Ichigo sucked in a ragged gasp at the prick of claws against his chest. It was amazing, that such a small thing could feel so good the way it did, and it gave Ichigo the nerve to do what he had decided to do in the first place; flipping the sheet away from being tangled around them, he pulled determinedly at the waistband of Shiro's pajama pants. ]

What do you think? Let's take it to the next level, aibou. I know you want to.

[ The choice of words is very deliberate. If Shiro has any doubt that Ichigo remembers that particular dream, then hopefully this puts such doubts to rest. But, Ichigo is determined not to behave like the docile, whining fuck he was the first time.
He forged ahead, not really surprised that Shiro had a dusting of ivory white hair tapering away just beneath his navel... then reality crashed down on him at the sight of the hard, waiting cock. It wasn’t like it turned him off or anything, to be honest it was just the disturbing opposite, but once again he was faced with the fact that he really had no idea what to do. He had to admit it had entered his head before, in weak moments, what it might be like to do this, but it wasn't like it was something he could experiment with all by himself.

He inadvertently glanced up to the hollow’s face, where he was discomfited to see that the other’s gaze was now intensely focused on him, waiting to see what action he would take.

The fire in those black, and gold eyes - always predatory, even when Shiro was blushing bright blue - it was enough to push the resolve right back into Ichigo’s brain. He was not going to be outdone now, and he wasn’t going to back out like a coward. Narrowing his eyes, but not taking them away from Shiro’s, he firmly grasped the base of the shaft in his hand and lowered his mouth until he could slip it over the head of his erection. Ichigo was surprised to find it wasn’t really unpleasant, warm, salty like Shiro’s skin had been, and something else… He ran his tongue gently over the very tip to get another taste. Unfortunately, since this is his very first time even attempting something like this, Shiro is going to have to put up with a fair amount of teasing; small, tentative licks, but soon getting a little more confident, and seeing what happens when he flattens his tongue to lap at the slit, the doing the same thing over again, before coming back to seal lips just barely over the bluish-blushed head again. ]

Edited 2011-04-04 07:48 (UTC)

Tch.... g-get yer own lines...! [Aibou? He just used that word, and that same phrasing.... the Hollow can't help but grin. He KNEW Ichigo was full of shit when he said he didn't ever remember his dreams. Knew it. But he would have to gloat later.

Indeed, his eyes are focused on Ichigo, pupils reduced to little more than tiny slits. Well? Make your move. As if to spur him on, he digs his talons in a little harder, coaxing a few droplets of blood from Ichigo's tense shoulder and scarred chest.

The Hollow shudders from his hips all the way up to his head when Ichigo first touches him with his mouth. Nnngh, so fucking hot and tempting. And here that damn guy was just playing around, curious, while the Hollow steadily got more and more uncomfortable. Ichigo gets a hiss, and claws raked down his back, from both hands now, for being a tease. But the shuddering only gets worse and more frequent, and the Hollow lets out a small noise of ecstasy. Goddamn this fucking virgin body, it was so close already--!? No, no. Gotta make it last. Have to make this beautiful, treasured pressure and heat last longer. He moves his hands up and tangles them into Ichigo's hair, pushing him down a bit more]

[ Go easy on his hair, he doesn't want a bald spot at sixteen. He's getting to the good part, jeez ...

Taking the hint, he only teases for a little bit longer, ghosting his breath over the sensitive flesh before knowing he'd hate to be subjected to the same thing and bowing his head, wet lips parting as he sucks lightly. Figuring out how to breathe is incredibly important, and he isn't about to rush when it's his first time, forcing Shiro to endure quite a bit of shallow bobbing as Ichigo finds a decent pace.

Slowly he started to experiment, first moving his hand up and down Shiro’s length while running his tongue around the tip, eventually taking more of it into his mouth. It was a bit awkward at first, there wasn’t so much sucking involved as he would have thought because his mouth was just too damn full, but as usual Shiro wasn’t too shy to tell him what to do; between the shivers, and pained hissing, body language might as well been shouting directions through a megaphone. For once he was grateful. He found himself getting pretty into it after a few minutes, actually really enjoying it, even the pulling at his hair...well, actually Ichigo was liking that quite a bit, so much so that between the writhing hollow, the prick of claws, the light tugging on his hair, and most of all the ghostly echo of something intensifying that same polarized spark, Ichigo felt his eyes slip shut, and a muted moan escape him. ]

[Oi, he's not gonna pull it out, it... oh well, maybe a few stray orange strands. Here and there.

The growling levels off a little when Ichigo finally quits teasing, but doesn't disappear completely. More it changes tone, and usage to a sound of pleasure rather than anger. Much more like a purr. As his partner slowly increases his speed, the Hollow moans and hisses and digs his nails in, drawing plenty of blood (that would certainly need to be licked off, later). Fucking hell, all the teasing was painful and now, he's just so close. Ichigo could probably feel the slow beating of the Hollow's dead heart through his quivering erection, the slow, fluttery and arrhythmic beating the equivalent of a normal human's heart racing ] Nnngh, d-dammit... I'm about ta...! [Nope, started that sentence too late. His endurance is a little better in dreams, but out here, in the real world, his virginal body can only take so much, and that limit had already been reached. As he comes, he lets out a strange noise, definitely not a human noise, and arches his back, bucking his hips into Ichigo's mouth]

[ There's a certain control in doing this, knowing he's the one breaking down Shiro's barriers. It's almost a game, seeing how many of those growl-purrs he can work out of him, an accidental scrape of teeth apologized for by greater enthusiasm and speed. His hips drive down against the mattress, needing friction to take the edge off an ache born out of their sympathetic bond, the chain Ichigo can almost feel for the first time since it appeared, and Ichigo groans when he falters, resuming the tempo. Too good, and too focused on what he's doing, he almost didn't hear Shiro trying to warn him.

Abruptly, Ichigo did try to pull back so he wouldn't gag, but the white hips under his hand buck, and he chokes--
But that's nothing compared to the sudden burst of something salty, and thick coating the back of his throat. Quickly, he had to swallow what was inside his mouth already, but losing a few strands of hair be damned, Ichigo had to yank himself back, or end up asphyxiating! Warm, wet stripes of cum paint his cheek, a splash hitting his chest as Ichigo coughed into a fist. Using the back of his hand to wipe at his lips, he pulls a face, and scrambled off of Shiro's lap to sit up. ]

Gack...Warn somebody!

[ A trickle of blood tickles over his shoulder, making Ichigo look down at the blood, and cum decorating his shirt. How embarrassing. Wasting no time, Ichigo strips off his stained t-shirt, and uses it to wipe his mouth, and neck off. Hey, it was already scratched, and messy, so why not. ]

Edited 2011-04-04 09:36 (UTC)

[The Hollow is splayed out on the bed, spent and panting, face flushed blue and dead heart a-fluttering. God that had been good. He sits up and glares, half-heartedly, at him]

I... did!! You... weren't... unngh. [falls back] Ya weren't listenin'.

[he just huffs and pants, but manages to choke out a laugh] Yer ridiculous. C'mere. [he sits up, pulling himself upright using Ichigo's shoulders] I wanna taste before ya swallow it all~ [pressing their lips together in a breathless kiss and forcing his other's mouth open with that tongue of his, exploring and savoring the flavor of what remained of his own cum]

[ Blushing more out of humiliation than excitement, Ichigo's protest turned to violent struggling for the second, or so it takes the hollow to sit up fully, and grab him. ]

Shut up, you tried to choke m-mmmhph!

[ Ichigo growls into the kiss, and bites down on Shiro's tongue sharply. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make a point. A point further highlighted by fingers tangling in soft, white spikes, and using that hold free his mouth.
Panting, And pressed tight up against the warm, languid hollow, Ichigo scowls hard. ]

You...You tell anyone I did that, and I'll kick your ass.

[ Do not mess with a teenagers sexual insecurities. For you are crunchy, and go well with ketchup.
Frankly, Ichigo was practically suffering blue balls by now, but like hell he was going to ask this grinning bastard for a damn thing. ]

[he expels his tongue as soon as it is bitten and looks a bit put out for a few moments, then just grins] I didn't try to choke you, idiot, yer takin' it too seriously~ [he growls at the insinuation that he would EVER tell; he has insecurities too, you know!] Like hell I'd tell anybody! This is private shit! Hmph.

[Still, he's not really angry. He doesn't have the heart to be offended right now, still happily basking in the afterglow. Of course, there's a ghost of a feeling that he focuses on. Ah...] Guess it's yer turn now, huh? [in a surprisingly fast motion, like a snake striking, he grabs Ichigo by the shoulders, hard and forces him down on the bloody, messed sheets with himself positioned over, chest to chest. Is he tired? Hell yes he is. Is he so much of a bastard that he's going to let Ichigo suffer like that? Naaaah.]

Well...right. Yeah. Ok -ay!

[ 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.]

[he cackles a bit in his throat. No, he doesn't mind. He likes to be on top. Besides, now it's time to make Ichigo putty in his hands, just like Ichigo had done] I want to, idiot. If I didn't, I'd let ya sit here and suffer~

[after all, they WERE partners. So part of it IS obligation. But part of it is also the wonderful rush of control. That arching isn't lost on Shiro, and his grin broadens. Such an eager aibou~

And he's moving down, kisses and bites and-- wait a minute. His eyes go wide and he hisses, feeling light fingers in the open wound through his chest and back. But not hard enough to hurt; just enough to tickle and aggravate]

Be careful with that!

[ Shiro leans down to him, pinning Ichigo's body with his, and Ichigo can't do much but welcome the weight of him, skin hot with arousal and closeness and movement. His chest stings where claws score, pronouncing the shudders wracking Ichigo's body, and he retaliates by hooking his calves behind knees in order to arch hips up, and grind fluidly. ]

But - oh, okay...

[ The hollow closes his teeth around one flat, male nipple, and Ichigo gasps, all need and amazement, betraying his own diminishing composure. Amber eyes turning glassy slip closed, and the fingers in Shiro's hair likewise tighten just a bit - but Shiro's hiss makes Ichigo jerk his hand away from the hollow's Chain of Fate hole.
Chest heaving, but his body tensing up in alarm. He tried to swallow the ragged panting, looking down at Shiro with hazy, sloe eyes, worried he'd hurt the hollow, somehow. ]

S-Sorry! Sorry, I didn't know it hurt.

[He frowns a little, then pushes Ichigo's hair out of his face a bit with a soft look]

It doesn't hurt, unless you really pres down hard. It's like... a wound. Just be cautious... You'll know if you are too rough. [oh yes, you will. That center of Shiro's spiritual power, connected directly to that chain? Ichigo would feel it as if it were his own.

He strokes his hands down Ichigo's chest, lightly tracing his claws across his skin and he continues kissing down, leaving red blossoms with his kisses]

[ Orange locks are turning more rusty-colored as sweat dampens them, but Ichigo unconsciously tilted his head toward the touch of Shiro's palm. But then the hollow was lightly running his hands over Ichigo's chest, and he has to fight to hang onto the thread of what he was saying; ]

Feels - nnh - f-feels like skin...like a scar - ah!

[ It's safe to say that sucking more lovebites into being over Ichigo's chest worked him up enough to forget the thread of conversation completely - in fact it makes what control he has over his mouth start to unravel too.
His legs tighten, hips rocking as his body strains for more contact. Hands run down Shiro's sides before raking back up a spine, this time keeping well clear of the hollow hole. But, unbelievable as it is, it's an almost instinctual trust when he feels teeth that has Ichigo panting. His jaw clenches, trying to hold back a needy groan, and failing badly. His head tilts back to acquire more of those nips, hips trying to encourage the hollow to get on with it as Ichigo was all but writhing from impatience, and foreplay alone. ]

Edited 2011-04-05 05:23 (UTC)

[Yep, Ichigo was pretty much gone. His brain had checked out in favor of his body. Fine. No more talking; they can discuss the intricacies of a Hollow's Chain of Fate hole later. Now really wasn't the best time.

His kisses and bites keep working their way down, but he keeps his claws on Ichigo's pecs, running them over his nipples and the scars there carefully. One of his bites is a little too much for the boy's skin, and it leaks a bit of red blood, which the Hollow quickly sucks up.

But he can see and feel his other's impatience, so he keeps going down, reaching the top of Ichigo's undone pants and underwear, still tented so painfully. Brushing his hand over the somewhat darker, but still undoubtedly orange hair there, the Hollow's hands comes down and pull the top of his jeans and boxers out of the way, revealing, finally, that sweaty, throbbing erection that mirrored how his own had looked mere moments ago.

Tracing talons down the underside then back up again, and eliciting a few drops of precum in the process, the Hollow finally sets to work, licking the fluid off and all down the shaft. It was salty and sweaty and so very Ichigo. He loved it.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2011-04-05 20:02 (UTC)

[If Shiro minds the hair pulling, he doesn't say anything about it. Pain doesn't really matter at the moment, he's quite focused on the task at hand.

Oh, calling his name~ He digs it and it makes him more cocky (ha ha), pressing harder with his nails under slicing open that skin becomes a real threat. But, thankfully, he removes his claws as he puts his mouth around the head of Ichigo's penis, working his tongue in circles around the tip while grasping the base tightly with a rhythmic squeezing, the very edge of this thumb claw running along the underside. He opens and closes his mouth a little, then begins pumping with it, running his fangs from head to just above the base and back again, slowly for now, with eyes half-lidded, bangs slicked to his head with sweat and cheeks flushes azure. He even does a little something extra, sliding his claws of his other hand gently down from Ichigo's chest around and to his ass, groping one of the firm cheeks in tandem with his other hand's squeezing]

Oh f-fuck - hn - ah, ah!

[ Bites his lower lip, panting heavily. His body is forging on ahead without him, wracked with shudders, ignorant of stamina. Throbbing, and tight, Ichigo accidentally slices his lip with a terse canine, eyes dampening against the physical onslaught. Stubborn boy.
It felt better than good, wonderful, chest heaving in sync with a pulsing pelvis, his cries growing louder until a hitched gasp shuddered through him - but he didn't come; a peak of pleasure he was able to return from, dripping copious precum into Shiro's heated mouth.

A shaky hand reaches down to weave back and forth through white locks, then smoothing down a pale face to feel where Ichigo disappeared beyond lips. He threw back his head on the sheets, overwhelmed with sensation ]

[it seemed like in place of Shiro's growling and hissing and other animalistic calling, Ichigo was just babbling mindlessly. Seemed like neither of them could keep their mouths shut.

Come on, I know you want to. Shiro letss off for a moment to swallow the precum, only gagging a little at the weirdish, but not unpleasant taste.

Placing his mouth back down, Shiro increases his speed and intensity, grabbing ass and scrotum and using his far-too-long tongue to wrap around and massage head and shaft at increasingly faster rates, claws tickling at any sensitive skin that wasn't in his mouth]

[ 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. ]

[Damn, these were nice sheets, too. Oh well.

Not so easy, is it? Pretty difficult to get the words out before you realize what's coming. Oh that would be a wonderful joke later.

And Christ, what a load it was. This boy never emptied out, did he? It's a good thing that one of the few differences between Ichigo and Shiro was Shiro's much larger and efficient mouth. Otherwise he might have choked to death right there. Instead, he manages to swallow most of it, taking a few spurts to the face and chest and hissing in response, quickly wiping it off on the sheets. No facials today, please.

Once he's mostly clean, he crawls up, body to hot, sweaty body with Ichigo and kisses him on the neck and chin and cheeks, and then mouth, complete will still messed tongue]

[ 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. ]

[Shiro huffs and curls his arms around behind Ichigo's head so he can lace his taloned fingers into that ruff of sweaty orange hair, sharp nails tracing light lines on his scalp. It feels good, pressed together like this. Two identical bodies, identically worn out and pleasured.

Hah. Next week indeed. Too much of this and the Hollow might get a small addiction]

Mrrf, 'm right here...

[soft, sweet kissing doesn't last too long, and Shiro nips on Ichigo's lip, drawing blood and sucking on it, the irony metallic flavor so much different than the flavors of the the two of them already in Shiro's mouth. He'd heal the guy up later; for now, this was his, and he was going to do what he wanted to it]

[ Touching Shiro's face with his fingertips, he gently smoothed sweat-damp hair out of dark eyes, threading a hand through to hold Shiro prisoner, kisses hardening as he teased the hollow with soft, fluttering touches one moment and hungry nibbling the next. Too tired, and still swimming in the sea of release, Ichigo didn't bother to stifle a moan at having another cut on his lip. ]

Just...just stay here. Righ'here.

[ Covered in scratches - some shallow, some still leaving thin lines of blood on the sheets - Ichigo was definitely sore, but at present he felt too drained to get up, and go clean himself up. So, he just let the hollow suck on his cut lip, and anywhere else Shiro fancied.

As embarrassing as the whole situation would eventually become, once they spoke of it in hindsight, he didn't care to stifle the needy little sighs, and exclamations when his back became irritated by cotton. ]

[Shiro smiles contentedly, eyes half closed and sleepy again. Not that the Hollow is trying to go anywhere, he's perfectly happy where he is. Shiro hums as he sucks on the lip until it stops bleeding. He wraps his arms around Ichigo, digging his claws in again and breaking off the kiss, snuggling into the crook of Ichigo's neck]

M'not movin', aibou.

[the nuzzling turns into more kissing, and blood-drawing lovebites around Ichigo's collarbone and neck, sucking out metallic blood and precious reiatsu.

Embarrassing, maybe. But here in these quiet, private moments, it was right, and nothing to be shy about]

[ A gradual, languid stretch eventually makes Ichigo's spine arch up against the weight over him; serpentine and demanding as he presses their bodies together, touching everywhere at once. Each successive bite, or scratch gets little noises, or Ichigo's warm breath shivering out of him to fan across the hollow's bare skin. This hollow, this person who could turn him inside-out. Who knew his worst fears and failures and still stick around. No one else knew him like Shiro.

It's not the pain that arouses him - Ichigo's never been one for that sort of thing - but the way the bites connect them. There's something primal about it, but more than anything it makes him feel...wanted. Even needed. And that's all Ichigo has ever wanted, really. To be useful. Even if it is his own hollow, the sharpness of teeth being soothed away by wet, warm licking is so good. ]

Gotta stop tha - Nnh...that.

[ Despite his words, Ichigo wasn't acting like he wanted to stop at all. He knew he should, and that he was going to have a lof of strange marks to explain to his friends, now. Nnngh, they just felt so good going on!
He just can't help it. Turning into the nuzzling a bit, Ichigo closes his lips over the soft skin just under the hinge of the hollow's jaw, neck right on a tendon. Sucking gradually, he hums a pleased little sound when the bone-white skin actually shows a bluish-purple bruise. His tongue flicks against the wounded flesh, hot and laving, and he rakes his nails across the small of a back. But the marks on Shiro fade so quickly, and soon Ichigo can do little more than lay back against the sheets, and let the hollow nibble, and lick at the growing collection of bruises, and bites.

...Yeah, sleep is sounding better, and better. ]

[And by the same token, no one knew Shiro like Ichigo. But Ichigo had a head-start. Until recently, no one else knew the Hollow at all; not as anything but a homicidal, fight crazed monster, anyway. But those were merely the circumstances of his "use". He appeared that way when Ichigo was at his lowest, when he needed a boost and a way to sway a fight into his favor. Nothing put a fire under your ass like the fear of being controlled. But in his quiet moments, the Hollow was much different. Much more like his counterpart.

But the Hollow doesn't stop, because the blood is just too delicious. But he ensures Ichigo is not in much pain; his fangs are sharp and leave shallow, smooth cuts, and his tongue eases them into mending back together.]

Hrm... make me. If you really want~

[After all, Shiro could simply turn the flow of the reiatsu from Ichigo to himself, and the Hollow reiatsu would easily find the wounds and knit them together. But Shiro knew that feeling was unpleasant, akin to the chilly, sick feeling of fear. And a few scratches and lovebites weren't worth disrupting the feelings of this moment; the contentedness and feeling of... well, safety. It felt like neither of them could really be hurt at this moment.

Shiro eventually gets bored of the nibbling and the sucking, and instead drops in for another, sleepy kiss, talons laced into Ichigo's sweaty hair and pressing their faces together. But consciousness is slipping quickly, and with it, Shiro's position completely on top of Ichigo. He slides to one side, but between his grip on Ichigo's head and Ichigo's legs wrapped around Shiro, no real body-on-body contact is lost; it's just a bit more comfortable for the both of them]

[ Have a fist thump half-heartedly against your shoulder, Shiro. Stupid hollow.
When he wakes up, Ichigo will likely be embarrassed, conflicted, and definitely confused. He'd just sucked another guy's dick, and liked it. How's that for a sexuality crisis? But right now, he's letting those thoughts stay on the outskirts of his mind. He could worry about them later.

The bed is a disaster. Blood, and sweat, and cum stain sheets that are now sporting a few smaller tears where Ichigo's fists had been bunched in them. But, keeping legs tangled with Shiro's, and arms looped lazily around a waist, Ichigo snuffles close. One arm flops out of the tangle briefly to grope for the covers, then pull them up, over both himself, and Shiro. Nestled together like twins, Ichigo sighs. At peace. And very soon, dozing off. ]

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