[both of them were pretty shit at it, really. They knew what the other liked, and that was about it. For each other, they didn't need to be anything but sloppy and needful, full of tongue and teeth. Shiro's teeth more easily slice into Ichigo's lips, sucking the blood and healing it back up with a quick infusion of his regenerative reiatsu. He'd gotten good at seamlessly integrating his aura, and removing it before it could give Ichigo a sick feeling.
Wrapping his arms, legs, and tail around Ichigo, he lets out a bit of a moan and breaks off the kiss to snuffle in Ichigo's hair. Love, today, more than lust. As close to love as the Hollow could get. But he learned, he learned emotions and picked up new ones. Maybe he could be capable of real love. Just maybe. After all, the Hollow didn't need a heart. He had Ichigo, and Ichigo's heart was strong enough for the pair of them.
The kiss comes back and Shiro sighs again into his other's lips, all tongue and mixed spit. Messy boy kisses that weren't pretty, but they got the job done.]
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Wrapping his arms, legs, and tail around Ichigo, he lets out a bit of a moan and breaks off the kiss to snuffle in Ichigo's hair. Love, today, more than lust. As close to love as the Hollow could get. But he learned, he learned emotions and picked up new ones. Maybe he could be capable of real love. Just maybe. After all, the Hollow didn't need a heart. He had Ichigo, and Ichigo's heart was strong enough for the pair of them.
The kiss comes back and Shiro sighs again into his other's lips, all tongue and mixed spit. Messy boy kisses that weren't pretty, but they got the job done.]