[ Yes, he just stuttered through his thoughts. It's more that Ichigo's thoughts are getting so derailed, that he can't form them properly for use in Teneka. Breaking off from the kiss with a nip, he licks his way down a throat, paying careful attention to the dips in a collar-bone, marring it with love-bites here and there. ]
Don't have to tear my clothes damnitt.
[ But, he does roll his shoulder, and help in getting the last shreds of the t-shirt off, anyway. Mostly because he's more interested in running his warm palms over every inch of exposed, white skin he can. Starting on either side of Shiro's throat, then slide down in one long, unbroken touch from collarbones to just below navel. Scratching blunt nails over tight skin, he teases there; dragging his fingers over the indentations of Shiro's hips, barely teasing with the tips of fingers dipping just below the waistband of the hollow's pants. ]
Job? You're not...you're s'posed to fight with me. Makes us stronger. Not supposed to see the weak parts -- be them.
[ Ichigo buries his face in the crook of Shiro's neck, snuffling behind a white ear to abuse that earlobe with hot breath, and the scrape of teeth. ]
...Want this...want you Want this so much...please, can I have you?
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[ Yes, he just stuttered through his thoughts. It's more that Ichigo's thoughts are getting so derailed, that he can't form them properly for use in Teneka. Breaking off from the kiss with a nip, he licks his way down a throat, paying careful attention to the dips in a collar-bone, marring it with love-bites here and there. ]
Don't have to tear my clothes damnitt.
[ But, he does roll his shoulder, and help in getting the last shreds of the t-shirt off, anyway. Mostly because he's more interested in running his warm palms over every inch of exposed, white skin he can. Starting on either side of Shiro's throat, then slide down in one long, unbroken touch from collarbones to just below navel. Scratching blunt nails over tight skin, he teases there; dragging his fingers over the indentations of Shiro's hips, barely teasing with the tips of fingers dipping just below the waistband of the hollow's pants. ]
Job? You're not...you're s'posed to fight with me. Makes us stronger. Not supposed to see the weak parts -- be them.
[ Ichigo buries his face in the crook of Shiro's neck, snuffling behind a white ear to abuse that earlobe with hot breath, and the scrape of teeth. ]
...Want this...want you Want this so much...please, can I have you?