Ichigo settles into place, plastering his body along the length of Shiro's chest and emitting the same not-quite-human sound. Something between a warning growl, and a rumbling purr. His knees shove against the backs of Shiro's thighs, hips taking up short, stuttered, instinctive thrusts, and with his shirt tron open, his sweat-slicked skin was sliding so easily over Shiro's pale chest, it was getting harder to tell where one stopped and the other began.
Another bite, snap of teeth aggressively maintaining that this was his, that Ichigo is in control here, and for once, it was Ichigo who was actually behaving something so close to an hollow it would otherwise have been a little frightening. But then the aggression turns on a dime, becoming a surprisingly tender kiss that lands at the corner of Shiro's mouth, a nuzzle to the hollow's jawline, a nip to an earlobe.
But all the while hand squeezed, and pumped, teasing here, and there with a twist of Ichigo's wrist, a harder squeeze to the base of Shiro's cock, then just as quickly back to the shared pressure both oth hands wrapped them both. Ichigo was shaking by this point, head falling forward so that hot, damp breath bathed Shiro's shoulder, his neck. Desperate to be closer, body ignorant of stamina, or any other sight, or sound outside of Shiro's lips, Shiro's skin, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro--
Ichigo's wrist was starting to ache from the added pressure, but he didn't care, and something just snapped inside him, and he couldn't -- couldn't stop! Panting, and thrusting into the slicked, hot grip of both hands around him, all it takes is that one glancing touch of the claw on Shiro's thumb. The sudden thrill of feeling something sharp as glass, and twice as hard teasing at the most sensitive part of him, and Ichigo broke.
Spine curved taught, hips losing their rhythm, but becoming faster, rougher for it. Ichigo bit down on the white skin of Shiro's throat in order to muffle a helpless whine. Oh fuck, it felt so good, so right, and the heated tension coiling tighter in his gut just burst all of a sudden.
Even with his mouth pressed to Shiro's skin, there was no good way to muffle the shivering moan that escaped Ichigo as he came, and came messily all over his fingers, Shiro's fingers, and splattered across the quivering muscle of the hollow's stomach.
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Another bite, snap of teeth aggressively maintaining that this was his, that Ichigo is in control here, and for once, it was Ichigo who was actually behaving something so close to an hollow it would otherwise have been a little frightening. But then the aggression turns on a dime, becoming a surprisingly tender kiss that lands at the corner of Shiro's mouth, a nuzzle to the hollow's jawline, a nip to an earlobe.
But all the while hand squeezed, and pumped, teasing here, and there with a twist of Ichigo's wrist, a harder squeeze to the base of Shiro's cock, then just as quickly back to the shared pressure both oth hands wrapped them both. Ichigo was shaking by this point, head falling forward so that hot, damp breath bathed Shiro's shoulder, his neck. Desperate to be closer, body ignorant of stamina, or any other sight, or sound outside of Shiro's lips, Shiro's skin, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro--
Ichigo's wrist was starting to ache from the added pressure, but he didn't care, and something just snapped inside him, and he couldn't -- couldn't stop!
Panting, and thrusting into the slicked, hot grip of both hands around him, all it takes is that one glancing touch of the claw on Shiro's thumb. The sudden thrill of feeling something sharp as glass, and twice as hard teasing at the most sensitive part of him, and Ichigo broke.
Spine curved taught, hips losing their rhythm, but becoming faster, rougher for it. Ichigo bit down on the white skin of Shiro's throat in order to muffle a helpless whine. Oh fuck, it felt so good, so right, and the heated tension coiling tighter in his gut just burst all of a sudden.
Even with his mouth pressed to Shiro's skin, there was no good way to muffle the shivering moan that escaped Ichigo as he came, and came messily all over his fingers, Shiro's fingers, and splattered across the quivering muscle of the hollow's stomach.