[ Ichigo wasn't sure he liked being called that, but before he could decide one way, or another, the world lurched. Ichigo couldn't quite stifle a yelp of surprise as he clung to Shiro, but landed on his back. all the same.
Shiro's claws were cutting his skin, and the now-familiar weight of a white, coiled, tale cinched around his upper thigh made him gasp partly with relief, partly in anguish, as he threaded a hand through Shiro's hair, legs spreading as thighs tensed. Half the time Ichigo was sure the hollow had no idea what he was doing to Ichigo's nerves, but they'd both be damned if Ichigo would ever admit as much.
To show his appreciation, he massaged a scalp, but when claws sliced his skin, a needy, desperate cry escaped him before he could stop it or try to control it, tossing his head back against the pillow. Glazed eyes blink open again, so that Ichigo could look down the length of his own chest, and see the prowling bastard's smug smile.]
W-Watch where you put - Nnh! Th-those teeth.
[ To his credit, Ichigo did try to martial the will for turning a scowl on the hollow, but it melts into hissing, hips canted up, and eyes squeezed shut as his body quivered in anticipation. At least he had the good sense left to let go of Shiro's hair in favor of grabbing two white-knuckled handfuls of the sheet under him. ]
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Shiro's claws were cutting his skin, and the now-familiar weight of a white, coiled, tale cinched around his upper thigh made him gasp partly with relief, partly in anguish, as he threaded a hand through Shiro's hair, legs spreading as thighs tensed. Half the time Ichigo was sure the hollow had no idea what he was doing to Ichigo's nerves, but they'd both be damned if Ichigo would ever admit as much.
To show his appreciation, he massaged a scalp, but when claws sliced his skin, a needy, desperate cry escaped him before he could stop it or try to control it, tossing his head back against the pillow.
Glazed eyes blink open again, so that Ichigo could look down the length of his own chest, and see the prowling bastard's smug smile.]
W-Watch where you put - Nnh! Th-those teeth.
[ To his credit, Ichigo did try to martial the will for turning a scowl on the hollow, but it melts into hissing, hips canted up, and eyes squeezed shut as his body quivered in anticipation.
At least he had the good sense left to let go of Shiro's hair in favor of grabbing two white-knuckled handfuls of the sheet under him. ]