That gunk that would be totally poisonous to just about anyone else only tasted bad to Ichigo. Metallic and bitter and thick.
But goddammit, he NEEDS his hands for this! While they kiss, violently, passionately, Shiro continues trying to worm his wrists out of Ichigo's grip. He's feeling much better, but Ichigo still has him on strength. Oops there goes the shirt. And then there's licking. Just in the right spot. It tickled and felt so warm and wonderful.
The Hollow moans unabashedly as his nethers spring to life, warm and hot and tight in his pants, pressed against Ichigo. A hiss escapes his clenched teeth next, and since his hands are still restrained (it was starting to hurt), he squeezes his thighs and hooks his ankle around the other, encircling Ichigo with strong, long legs.
"Krrr.... leggo of my hands...!" He wanted to touch to feel to stroke, please oh please he needs it.
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But goddammit, he NEEDS his hands for this! While they kiss, violently, passionately, Shiro continues trying to worm his wrists out of Ichigo's grip. He's feeling much better, but Ichigo still has him on strength. Oops there goes the shirt. And then there's licking. Just in the right spot. It tickled and felt so warm and wonderful.
The Hollow moans unabashedly as his nethers spring to life, warm and hot and tight in his pants, pressed against Ichigo. A hiss escapes his clenched teeth next, and since his hands are still restrained (it was starting to hurt), he squeezes his thighs and hooks his ankle around the other, encircling Ichigo with strong, long legs.
"Krrr.... leggo of my hands...!" He wanted to touch to feel to stroke, please oh please he needs it.