[when he has his hands pinned, he growls deep in his throat. Layered with the panting, purring sounds already coming from him, it sent his whole chest cavity to shuddering and vibrating. It was all too much. Between Ichigo actually dominating like this (somewhere, deep down, under his consciousness, Shiro liked it) and that insistent pressure on that sweet spot inside himself... god]
Nnnggghhh. I don't... I don't need you to... too.. Nnggh--Aaaagghhhhh!
[What he had WANTED to say was that he didn't need Ichigo's goddamn permission to cum. But apparently his body disagreed, and his body gave out completely now, shuddering from his head all the way down to his cock as it quivers one last time and erupts, spurting in a few blasts over his and Ichigo's stomach. Some even dribbles into his Chain of Fate hole, stinging the sensitive skin there. The dual-sensory information was overloading him; his own orgasm, magnified by Ichigo feeling it too, and Shiro feeling THAT echo as well. It was like standing between two mirrors; infinite and amazing and addictive. His body shudders and contorts one more time before he flops completely, even his tail's grip lost. Sweat is pouring off of him, every inch of him, and his hair is slicked to his forehead. Breath comes in heavy, ragged pants.
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Date: 2011-05-17 09:15 pm (UTC)Nnnggghhh. I don't... I don't need you to... too.. Nnggh--Aaaagghhhhh!
[What he had WANTED to say was that he didn't need Ichigo's goddamn permission to cum. But apparently his body disagreed, and his body gave out completely now, shuddering from his head all the way down to his cock as it quivers one last time and erupts, spurting in a few blasts over his and Ichigo's stomach. Some even dribbles into his Chain of Fate hole, stinging the sensitive skin there. The dual-sensory information was overloading him; his own orgasm, magnified by Ichigo feeling it too, and Shiro feeling THAT echo as well. It was like standing between two mirrors; infinite and amazing and addictive. His body shudders and contorts one more time before he flops completely, even his tail's grip lost. Sweat is pouring off of him, every inch of him, and his hair is slicked to his forehead. Breath comes in heavy, ragged pants.
Fuck it was good.]