[ Ichigo put his hand on the other side of Shiro's neck, and slowly leans in, stopping only when he can feel his breath wash over white skin, then back onto his face and closes his eyes. The hand on Shiro's neck drifts up to touch the edge of the hollow's jaw. Coaxing Shiro's head around to look him in the eye, Ichigo pins his hollow with a guarded look. ]

I didn't tell you to hide earlier. And I wouldn't tell you to hide at all.

[ Without any other warning he pushes up and crushes their mouths together, wrapping his arms around Shiro's neck. Then he leans back on the mattress so that Shiro is tumbling down on top of him. He smiles victoriously, then his tongue is against those lips again; not pushing in but licking the swollen flesh, teasing at the seam. It feels wonderful, but only when Shiro parts his lips does he slide his tongue past sharp teeth, till it teases the hollow's warm, blue tongue too.
Gradually, and reluctantly, he did pull away enough to speak, but stayed close enough that when he canted his head just slightly to the side, his lips were brushing Shiro's cheek when he spoke; ]

Besides, you only listen to me when you feel like it.