[Shiro thrusts, in and out, and as he does, they fall into a more natural position, with Shiro less on top and Ichigo more in his lap than anything else.]
Hnnrggh... no... n-no. Fuck YOU! [he hissed out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he angled for that sweet spot just a few inches in.
It was just feeling. Such an overload that nothing made any sense, and there was no line drawn between pain and pleasure, rage and love.
But none of that reiatsu ever got too far away from Shiro. As soon as it spilled out, it flowed into Shiro like water down a drain, right into his Chain of Fate hole, giving him an extra spring in his step. He magnified it, amplified it, and the reiatsu anyone else in the house would feel would be a perfect melding of Hollow and Shinigami]
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Hnnrggh... no... n-no. Fuck YOU! [he hissed out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he angled for that sweet spot just a few inches in.
It was just feeling. Such an overload that nothing made any sense, and there was no line drawn between pain and pleasure, rage and love.
But none of that reiatsu ever got too far away from Shiro. As soon as it spilled out, it flowed into Shiro like water down a drain, right into his Chain of Fate hole, giving him an extra spring in his step. He magnified it, amplified it, and the reiatsu anyone else in the house would feel would be a perfect melding of Hollow and Shinigami]
D-dammit!!