[ It actually took a full thirty seconds before Ichigo realized that the proceedings had come to a halt. He blinked eyes open in time to watch Shiro abandon what had been a promising blowjob in favor of nipping, and biting at Ichigo's stomach, his hips, up to his chest.
Oh. Oh that fucker.
He grunted under the sting of teeth biting deep into his shoulder, hands automatically grabbing onto the hollow's shirt. Shiro's tail was still wrapped around his thigh, but Ichigo tensed, then reached a hand down to pull at it until it loosened, just enough, for him to push at the heavy coils, teasing Shiro into grabbing his wrist, instead.
Taking a deep breath, he hitched his legs around a waist and threw his weight to the side, fully intending on riding his way into the bastard's memory forever, palms flat against a pair of shoulders. ]
Shut up.
[ Slipping his hands underneath Shiro’s t-shirt, gripping his sides briefly before sliding his hands up over every inch of skin he could reach. His thumb brushed over a nipple, then blunt fingernails dug in one good time before those same hands attacked the hollow's pants. He didn't even bother pulling them off, just leaning in to nip a small cut into Shiro's lips to keep him where Ichigo wanted him, and yanking both pants, and underwear down white thighs to bare just enough of bluish-blushed hips to view.
Apparently teasing has quite an effect on Ichigo, and though he would feel embarrassed by this behavior when he could think, again, Ichigo was too focused on the task at hand to let himself falter. It's also lucky that little bottle of lotion was hidden under Ichigo's pillow, because while one palm stroked Shiro, Ichigo managed to blindly paw around until he removed said bottle, and thumbed the cap.
He squeezed some over his fingers, maybe more than he needed but too much never really hurt, then slowly reached behind himself to drag one, then two of them over his entrance. Dropping the bottle again, Ichigo was blushing furiously as he pushed himself up enough to kneel, braced over Shiro's lap, and tried to glare to cover his embarrassment. He was angry, too. But he was also determined to show his hollow that Shiro wasn't the only one who could turn fury into lust in the blink of an eye.
He braced himself on his knees, raising the wrist with Shiro's tail curled around it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, and steeling his resolve, he bit down teasingly on that tail, while his other hand pushed gently, then a little harder, and shit, he was officially finger fucking himself in front of Shiro. He was embarrassed, furious, and agonizingly hard all at the same time. Ichigo isn't an exhibitionist, not by a long shot. But this wasn't about being watched. It was about control. And after feeling completely out of control over everything from his captivity, to his friends, to Shiro trying to tease, and top him? Ichigo was already half-crazed.
One more bite for that tail, and Ichigo fell forward to catch himself on his free hand. Shuddering on a groan, he moved his slicked hand away from his entrance and fearlessly reached down between them lightly, teasingly, stroke more lotion into Shiro's cock. ]
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Date: 2011-06-06 02:39 am (UTC)Oh. Oh that fucker.
He grunted under the sting of teeth biting deep into his shoulder, hands automatically grabbing onto the hollow's shirt. Shiro's tail was still wrapped around his thigh, but Ichigo tensed, then reached a hand down to pull at it until it loosened, just enough, for him to push at the heavy coils, teasing Shiro into grabbing his wrist, instead.
Taking a deep breath, he hitched his legs around a waist and threw his weight to the side, fully intending on riding his way into the bastard's memory forever, palms flat against a pair of shoulders. ]
Shut up.
[ Slipping his hands underneath Shiro’s t-shirt, gripping his sides briefly before sliding his hands up over every inch of skin he could reach. His thumb brushed over a nipple, then blunt fingernails dug in one good time before those same hands attacked the hollow's pants. He didn't even bother pulling them off, just leaning in to nip a small cut into Shiro's lips to keep him where Ichigo wanted him, and yanking both pants, and underwear down white thighs to bare just enough of bluish-blushed hips to view.
Apparently teasing has quite an effect on Ichigo, and though he would feel embarrassed by this behavior when he could think, again, Ichigo was too focused on the task at hand to let himself falter.
It's also lucky that little bottle of lotion was hidden under Ichigo's pillow, because while one palm stroked Shiro, Ichigo managed to blindly paw around until he removed said bottle, and thumbed the cap.
He squeezed some over his fingers, maybe more than he needed but too much never really hurt, then slowly reached behind himself to drag one, then two of them over his entrance. Dropping the bottle again, Ichigo was blushing furiously as he pushed himself up enough to kneel, braced over Shiro's lap, and tried to glare to cover his embarrassment. He was angry, too. But he was also determined to show his hollow that Shiro wasn't the only one who could turn fury into lust in the blink of an eye.
He braced himself on his knees, raising the wrist with Shiro's tail curled around it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, and steeling his resolve, he bit down teasingly on that tail, while his other hand pushed gently, then a little harder, and shit, he was officially finger fucking himself in front of Shiro.
He was embarrassed, furious, and agonizingly hard all at the same time. Ichigo isn't an exhibitionist, not by a long shot. But this wasn't about being watched. It was about control. And after feeling completely out of control over everything from his captivity, to his friends, to Shiro trying to tease, and top him? Ichigo was already half-crazed.
One more bite for that tail, and Ichigo fell forward to catch himself on his free hand. Shuddering on a groan, he moved his slicked hand away from his entrance and fearlessly reached down between them lightly, teasingly, stroke more lotion into Shiro's cock. ]
Now, who's...who's squirming.