Private RP || Golden Afternoon|| ilpromenade ; NSFW! BOY LOVE WIT

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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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[ 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. ]

[holeheart]

[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]

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[ 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. ]

[holeheart]

[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]

[savior_n_black]

[ 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. ]

[holeheart]

[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]

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[ 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. ]