[ Ichigo hissed, and leaned back enough to lick his lower lip. He could taste the blood beading up around that bite, and somehow that only made him feel crazier. But Shiro was honestly pulling away, looking as though he might just punch Ichigo any second. Ichigo blinked, then bowed his head.
Looking down, and letting orange spikes cover his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh...and just leaned his full bodyweight against Shiro's chest, forehead resting on a shoulder. He wasn't forcing anymore kisses onto Shiro, but he didn't quite have it in him to back off, either. He was fast becoming embarrassed, too. That anger burning an aching hole in his chest was still there, sure, but Ichigo could at least think a little bit around it. He let himself rest against the hollow, slowly releasing his grip on Shiro's t-shirt to lay his palms flat against the wall behind him; arms still caging Shiro in.
Shaking just a little, his voice was thin, hoarse...so tired. ]
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:45 am (UTC)But Shiro was honestly pulling away, looking as though he might just punch Ichigo any second. Ichigo blinked, then bowed his head.
Looking down, and letting orange spikes cover his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh...and just leaned his full bodyweight against Shiro's chest, forehead resting on a shoulder. He wasn't forcing anymore kisses onto Shiro, but he didn't quite have it in him to back off, either.
He was fast becoming embarrassed, too. That anger burning an aching hole in his chest was still there, sure, but Ichigo could at least think a little bit around it. He let himself rest against the hollow, slowly releasing his grip on Shiro's t-shirt to lay his palms flat against the wall behind him; arms still caging Shiro in.
Shaking just a little, his voice was thin, hoarse...so tired. ]
...Where were you?