[ In a dim corner of Ichigo's mind, he knows this is all about comfort and familiarity after having been so soon raked over the emotional coals, but it's also about simply making each of them feel good, loving to touch and be touched in return. They know each other inside-out and don't have any secrets to hide, a wonderful thing in Ichigo's inexperienced estimation.
Rocking together, he loses himself in Shiro's kiss, taking it slowly and memorizing every tiny detail. Ichigo draws in Shiro's scent, feeling his taste as they kiss. This was true intimacy, and though tangled a bit with feeling warm, and hungrily aroused, sex was not the first thing Ichigo was thinking about. Though the attempt at swallowing little whimpers at being bitten was pathetic, Ichigo was trying to be quiet. All that really mattered, though, was touching, and being close, and giving Shiro comfort in the only form that either of them could seem to accept from the other. ]
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Rocking together, he loses himself in Shiro's kiss, taking it slowly and memorizing every tiny detail. Ichigo draws in Shiro's scent, feeling his taste as they kiss. This was true intimacy, and though tangled a bit with feeling warm, and hungrily aroused, sex was not the first thing Ichigo was thinking about.
Though the attempt at swallowing little whimpers at being bitten was pathetic, Ichigo was trying to be quiet.
All that really mattered, though, was touching, and being close, and giving Shiro comfort in the only form that either of them could seem to accept from the other. ]