[ Still catching his breath, and trying to recall how to use basic motor functions, it's all Ichigo can do to rock his hips back, and finish the motion of pulling out. He can't help the shiver that whisks through him from head to toe at the over-sensitized pleasure just from that little bit of movement alone, but beyond that? Yeah. Not moving from being practically glued to Shiro's chest.
Ichigo is starting to understand what all the fuss over this "sex" business is really about lately. For him, though, it's only about being close. Feeling warm, and strangely...safe. Shaky, and ill-coordinated, but still drawing his knees up to push under his hollow's thighs, and simply rest curled up around Shiro, with his face pressed against a white throat, Ichigo isn't thinking about all the anxiety, the worry, or the doubt that he'd pushed onto Shiro. For just this moment, everything was...peaceful. ]
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Ichigo is starting to understand what all the fuss over this "sex" business is really about lately. For him, though, it's only about being close. Feeling warm, and strangely...safe. Shaky, and ill-coordinated, but still drawing his knees up to push under his hollow's thighs, and simply rest curled up around Shiro, with his face pressed against a white throat, Ichigo isn't thinking about all the anxiety, the worry, or the doubt that he'd pushed onto Shiro.
For just this moment, everything was...peaceful. ]