Ichigo's next breath escaped as little more than a helpless whine when Shiro's thoughts made wavering echoes in his mind, the hollow tilting his head back ... lowered his gaze and parted his lips just so ... and stretched that perfectly muscled body against him, squeezing with thighs, and oh god.
Ichigo hardly thought about it, simply let go of Shiro's hands in favor of attacking the hollow's belt buckle, and the zipper on his jeans with one hand, and sloppily jerk at his own waistband with the other--
And then Ichigo hissed as the burning, solid line of Shiro's erection was pressed right up against his. Every pulse of Ichigo's heart, ever squeeze of Shiro's thighs, together they made an intoxicating combination that meant Ichigo could hardly even control his own hands as he propped himself up on one elbow, and reached down to squeeze them both together. Playing with the bead of precum forming on the head, warm fingers spread the sticky fluid over, and across the both of them. Touching, and wrapping his fingers around here, and there, hips instinctively pulsing in time with his own heart.
It had been too long, some small corner of Ichigo's drowning reason reminded him. Too long since they'd been together, or done anything like this. It had been too long, and there certainly wasn't anything even resembling lotion around...but it didn't matter. Just feeling the heat, and hardness in his hand, pressed against his belly...god, it was enough to have Ichigo licking his way from the spot on Shiro's neck down to nibble on a collarbone with a shaky sigh.
It felt so good. So right. Just to squeeze them together like this, to feel Shiro wrapped around him, and arching into one another like two halves of a whole slotting into alignment after so long.
A lick, a kiss, a suck at the white skin under lips, and Ichigo nuzzled at Shiro, encouraging him to wrap an identical white hand around both of them, and let them ride out this wonderful feeling together. Just like this.
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Ichigo hardly thought about it, simply let go of Shiro's hands in favor of attacking the hollow's belt buckle, and the zipper on his jeans with one hand, and sloppily jerk at his own waistband with the other--
And then Ichigo hissed as the burning, solid line of Shiro's erection was pressed right up against his. Every pulse of Ichigo's heart, ever squeeze of Shiro's thighs, together they made an intoxicating combination that meant Ichigo could hardly even control his own hands as he propped himself up on one elbow, and reached down to squeeze them both together. Playing with the bead of precum forming on the head, warm fingers spread the sticky fluid over, and across the both of them. Touching, and wrapping his fingers around here, and there, hips instinctively pulsing in time with his own heart.
It had been too long, some small corner of Ichigo's drowning reason reminded him. Too long since they'd been together, or done anything like this. It had been too long, and there certainly wasn't anything even resembling lotion around...but it didn't matter. Just feeling the heat, and hardness in his hand, pressed against his belly...god, it was enough to have Ichigo licking his way from the spot on Shiro's neck down to nibble on a collarbone with a shaky sigh.
It felt so good. So right. Just to squeeze them together like this, to feel Shiro wrapped around him, and arching into one another like two halves of a whole slotting into alignment after so long.
A lick, a kiss, a suck at the white skin under lips, and Ichigo nuzzled at Shiro, encouraging him to wrap an identical white hand around both of them, and let them ride out this wonderful feeling together. Just like this.
Please, please, please, just touch me!