[ His whole weight rested against Shiro now, bearing them both down even though his arm under a knee raised the hollow up just enough to sink impossibly deeper. Consciousness started to fragment into a number of smaller sensations; the rough scrape of the rooftop against the knees of his jeans, the heat radiating between them so intensely, it felt as if the pooling sweat on his chest was actually fusing them together, and the sharp sting of bloody claw marks striped across his back. All of it spooling together into the hammering of his pulse, felt like a beating connection from throat, to belly, to cock.
But, there's very little he can do to hold out after being crushed in that vice-like heat. Feverish with desire and impatient to follow suit, his mouth forms around a silent cry as his bucking turns erratic, pawing thighs and hips to pull Shiro closer, kissing messily along a collar-bone until something breaks and he can't - can't stop-- ]
Shiro-!
[ Trembling, locked against his partner's bent knee with hips pulsing, Ichigo rides out his orgasm while clinging to Shiro, thoughts turning to an uncensored rush of painpleasureheatShiro. There's no words, or even the thought of words. No sounds come beyond a low keening that's felt more than heard. But, after only one last reflexive thrust, Ichigo's trembling limbs finally give out, and he collapses on the hollow's chest. Panting, sweating, and not even sure if he was still alive, let alone conscious. ]
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All of it spooling together into the hammering of his pulse, felt like a beating connection from throat, to belly, to cock.
But, there's very little he can do to hold out after being crushed in that vice-like heat. Feverish with desire and impatient to follow suit, his mouth forms around a silent cry as his bucking turns erratic, pawing thighs and hips to pull Shiro closer, kissing messily along a collar-bone until something breaks and he can't - can't stop-- ]
Shiro-!
[ Trembling, locked against his partner's bent knee with hips pulsing, Ichigo rides out his orgasm while clinging to Shiro, thoughts turning to an uncensored rush of painpleasureheatShiro. There's no words, or even the thought of words. No sounds come beyond a low keening that's felt more than heard.
But, after only one last reflexive thrust, Ichigo's trembling limbs finally give out, and he collapses on the hollow's chest. Panting, sweating, and not even sure if he was still alive, let alone conscious. ]