savior_n_black | More ~*Relationship Steps*~ || ilpromenade NSFW, ANGST AND YAOI W

More ~Relationship Steps~ || ilpromenade NSFW, ANGST AND YAOI W

[ Goddamn, what a day. First, Tatsuki showing up, then Ichigo spent the walk home leveling with her about what he'd been doing. It wasn't that this was particularly difficult in the saying...but it did sort of hammer home that all his work to keep his "normal" life separate from the hollow-hunting, and shinigami war - hell, just the "I see dead people things - was done. He couldn't have that last modicum of self-deluded comfort anymore. Not really.

Well, it's been gone for a while, to be truthful, but...somehow, keeping his life compartmentalized had made it easier to bear in his mind. Still, what's done was done, and despite one moment of something dangerously close to pity in the eye of his childhood friend, Ichigo thought that she'd taken things pretty well.

But, he was tired. Really tired. The sort of soul-deep tired that made him seek solitude. In a full house, with Xion, and now Tatsuki settling in, there was precious little in the way of solitude to be had. He didn't want to go back to Heine's church, either - not yet. Which left the roof. Sitting here, now, watching the first colors of dusk falling over the city of dreams, Ichigo stared out across the patchwork cityscape. If he squinted, and relaxed his eyes, he could make out little shimmering islands in the metropolis; people's Places of Solace shimmering like mirages here, and there. There's more of them, too. So many people, all trapped... ]

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[ Sitting back from the hollow for a moment, it's all he can manage to shove his jeans down his thighs and stroke lotion into his cock before fitting himself into Shiro's lap, white leg curled in the crook of his elbow to keep Shiro lifted just a bit as he presses in against resistance, a silent snarl shuddering through his limbs... ]

Oh fuh-uuuck...

[ Unfortunately his experience is very limited, and none of it - none of it - prepares him for the amazing heat, and pressure. Silently mouthing a curse, his eyes squeeze shut, and hips buck, hard, to bury himself to the hilt in the fucking best sensation ever. ]

I-I'm, ah-ahn....Shiro...

[ Hips thrusting insistently once, twice, finding the right angle that allowed him to sink into Shiro without pause for thought. He bent back the other's leg, resting a damp forehead against the hollow's chest, mouth working on sounds that aren't coming out - not that he can tell what's thought, and what's sound at this point - as everything is overshadowed by the incredible wet heat, and the ever-increasing two-fold feeling of hands, and solid warmth around him, touching, clawing, tightening; everywhere. ]

[That cock is much thicker than a finger, and Shiro cries out audibly when Ichigo shoves himself in. God, it felt so good. So tight, and somewhat painful, but above it all, there was just intense desire and pleasure. His mind is a-flutter with ecstasy and the pleasant pain of tightness and pressure, but he manages some thoughts through the Teneka]

Nnngh... damn... feels... so good... doesn't it? Ahh... Ai-aibou..!

[the positioning looks awkward, but in truth it's pretty natural for them. The Hollow curls his tail around Ichigo's thigh and digs his nails into his back, searching with his mouth for any of Ichigo's flesh that he can reach. The pressure on his rear is making his cock even harder, precum dripping tenuously from the end. It was agony.

Pure, wonderful agony that he never wanted to stop]

[ Shiro is so damn lucky that Ichigo has enough stubborn, bloody determination to spare, because as soon as he felt those claws bite into his skin, it would otherwise have been over right then, and there. But, as it is, he cries out and buries himself as deeply as he can go, hovering for a few moments on the precipice before forcing himself to calm, dragging down gulps of air.

Stopping. His body trembling so badly a single drop of sweat ( or maybe even a tear? ) shivers off the bridge of his nose to splash against the dip in the hollow's collarbone. When he manages to squint open his eyes, they're lit with the same amber fire that's all Ichigo. ]

You...you're mine.

[ Pulls out close to all the way, resheathing his cock with gradual, measured intent, rocking away and beginning the process again, nudging in a circular, grinding motion with his pelvis upon each return.

Leaning in, and using a deep kiss to distract from the pleasure tingling throughout his whole body, returning the pseudo-verbal compliment. Pulling back just enough for lips to rest damply atop one another as he slowly presses Shiro's knee back, angling his hips to be able to both kiss, and find that perfect, magical spot inside that sent him writhing the last time. ]

I...I still need you...Partner

[good, good. Hang in there longer, Ichigo. Hang in there. Shiro is hanging in there. But just barely. god that fucking feels so great. He looks up at Ichigo with gold lightning in his own eyes. Determined. Ready for this]

Ssshhhhsssskkk. A-am I? Shhhhrrrrrr...

[he bites down with his fangs, drawing blood and sucking it into his mouth. Delicious. He was so close he was quivering]

O... or do we.. nnngh! C'mon!

[ Ichigo shudders, letting go of his control as a caring lover, reiatsu flaring as he drags Shiro's hands off him and against the roof, pinning crossed wrists there with one hand as his hips stutter, fucking harder, erratically, taking instead of giving. There's still a small part of Ichigo insisting he remain angled for a certain sweet spot, however, and he does so in order to relieve a bit of the guilt he feels. He doesn't get off on this - on dominating people - but he can let go and find his own release, if that's what Shiro wants. Stupid power-hungry hollow.
So warm and tight, Shiro's body seems to be a shroud of sensation that dissolves Ichigo's ability to think in an instant, burying himself with rough, muffled grunts against a shoulder, bending the hollow practically double in an attempt to get as close as skin allows. But, thankfully, Ichigo has enough presence of mind to leave his forehead resting against Shiro's shoulder, but look down enough to watch.
Watch as he wraps his fingers around Shiro's cock. Panting hotly in the hollow's ear, on the verge of losing it, himself, Ichigo has to bite his lip on an indecent moan.
Fuck, this dual-sensation thing was really amazing... ]

S'okay...you can cum...

[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.

Fuck it was good.]

[ 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. ]

[fuckin hell, when Ichigo came, it was like Shiro was orgasming all over again; the sensations were just so intense that it sent his body to twitching and his hips back to bucking a bit. His body, slick with sweat and cum, is stuck to his flushed twin completely.

When they are both spent, the Hollow pants, breath coming in hot bursts onto his partner's face. His tail lazily slinks around to wrap lightly, listlessly, around Ichigo's leg, moving with slow motions to just pull his pants down completely. He claws longingly at Ichigo's back, pulling him closer, pulling him in to him, the warmth of his chest tingling his hollow hole]

[ 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. ]

[Shiro whines a little when Ichigo finally pulls out, from both minor pain and from feeling... well, empty. He'd been filled to bursting for several minutes now, with Ichigo's cock shoved tightly inside him, and now it was just... gone. It was almost disappointing. It would have been much worse if the Hollow weren't basking in his afterglow.

Shiro always knew that sex would be pretty fantastic. Otherwise why would the humans be going on and on about it all the time? It seemed like so much of their social structure focused on it. And he could see why, now. It was just wonderful. But, like Ichigo, for him it was more about being close, and returning, in a way, to being one with him again. As much as the Hollow enjoyed being his own man, so to speak, he also felt fundamentally wrong sometimes, especially when the distance between them was great. Like this? It was almost like when they were in the same body.

No, more like back when they were the same person; before this strange amalgam that was Them was Ichigo and the Hollow, back when it was just One.

The anxiety, as a matter of fact, is mostly dispelled, here on the rooftops. The Hollow was a literal drain, for everything Ichigo didn't need. Emotions like anxiety and regret and fear more easily slipped away, brushed under. The Hollow purrs audibly, transmitting his pure sense of peace through the Teneka, as he curls around Ichigo in turn; warm body to warm body]

[ After a few minutes, or maybe a few hours ( who can tell ) Ichigo finally sighs, and shifts enough to roll off of Shiro, and onto his back. Wriggling a little, he pulls his pants back up, but doesn't yet bother buttoning them up. Instead? He lets his eyes drift closed, and imagines the feeling of a blanket - both beneath them, and laying over top. Granted, he probably should have done something like this before, and saved himself the bruised kneecaps, but eh. He couldn't dredge up the will to care right now.

The sleeping bag sized for two could have been there the whole time, and now with night coming on, it was greatly appreciated. Not just because Ichigo, and Shiro were nestled together inside like twins, but that was good, too. ]

...Let's stay here, okay? I don't wanna go in, yet.

[ Maybe even stay there all night. Maybe even make love, again ( as corny as it sounded, calling it anything else made it seem base, and somehow...not as important. At least to Ichigo. ) or just hide from everyone, and steal a few hours of peace before dawn. ]

[Shiro whimpers again when Ichigo rolls off, his sweaty body missing the warmth of the other in the cool night air. But Ichigo actually thinks of something pretty clever. Fluffy sleeping bags are nice.... Shiro snuggles down into it and next to Ichigo so that very little but a shock of white hair sticking out of the top]

Nrrff... too many girls down there... stay up here... for now...

[he wraps his arm around his other, snuggling his forehead against Ichigo's collarbone and chest. It wasn't just sex. It was love. Some sort of love, anyway. Love between family, between brothers? But it was different than that, even deeper than that. Taboo and strange but so damn right for them.

Shiro is content to stay right here. He even dreams up a few of his favorite kinds of pillows; the fluffy kind... and a less fluffy one for Ichigo]

[ It's what lies on the other side of hate. The sort of destructive, obsessive, consuming love that can destroy a lesser man. Because this isn't healthy, not by any stretch of the imagination, and somewhere inside him, Ichigo knew that.
This feeling was escalating, and while it felt good at this moment, there would come a day when it might swallow them both whole. It's taboo alright. Strange in ways that Ichigo can barely comprehend, but knows that the day everyone found out what was happening between him, and his hollow...well. It would end this blissful, visceral, experimental "love". What would happen afterwards, who can say.

Wrapping arms around white shoulders, Ichigo sighed, eyes half-closed against the comforting scent of shampoo, and that elusive something that was just plain Shiro.
It's too much, all of it. But Ichigo's whole life was too much, and maybe he needed it that way.

No surprise, then, that his first experience with "love" would be as strange as his life had become. ]

[Indeed. It was something so all consuming that it might one day grow out of control and go wild with it. But of course, that's when the both of them operated best, wasn't it? They would find a way.

Or perhaps they wouldn't.

But while Shiro was surprisingly forward-thinking sometimes, tonight was not one of those nights. Maybe he did think about what would happen if anyone were to find out about them . Maybe he had given it some thought. But he didn't care. Right now was all that mattered to him. It was selfish and short-sighted, but he was sick of it, sick of having to be the one who always thought ahead. Considered consequences. That was for when he had nothing but time, and nothing to do with it but think.

Of course not. Nothing that Ichigo ever did was normal. Or right, or something that made any goddamn sense. Ichigo lost his virginity to himself, fell in love with a dark aspect of his own soul.

And that aspect fell in love back. It was all very strange.

Shiro digs his nails into Ichigo's back]

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