Now that they had those issues more or less out of the way, Shiro was ready to let loose, do something. Something fun. Something to let out this tension. The blanket between them was interesting, the soft, fluffy side towards Shiro and the slinkier, almost silky side is towards Ichigo.
Clawed hands reach up from below to cup Ichigo's face, a hand on either cheek, pressing and holding, keeping Ichigo's mouth right against his as their tongues wrestle between their mouths. Over blunt human teeth, and sharp Hollow's fangs.
Scooting closer until they're pressed together like puzzle pieces, Shiro lets out a needy moan, squeezing with his tail and biting into the flesh of Ichigo's leg with the sharp scales. He remembered the last time they did this, when they came back to Abax... when they hadn't seen each other for a year. Hadn't felt each other for so long. He remembered Ichigo's partial Hollowfication, and how fucking amazing that had been.
Memories of burning fire, of claws, of teeth, of gold-on-black eyes. Again. Let's do that again. Please...
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Date: 2012-03-11 05:28 am (UTC)Clawed hands reach up from below to cup Ichigo's face, a hand on either cheek, pressing and holding, keeping Ichigo's mouth right against his as their tongues wrestle between their mouths. Over blunt human teeth, and sharp Hollow's fangs.
Scooting closer until they're pressed together like puzzle pieces, Shiro lets out a needy moan, squeezing with his tail and biting into the flesh of Ichigo's leg with the sharp scales. He remembered the last time they did this, when they came back to Abax... when they hadn't seen each other for a year. Hadn't felt each other for so long. He remembered Ichigo's partial Hollowfication, and how fucking amazing that had been.
Memories of burning fire, of claws, of teeth, of gold-on-black eyes. Again. Let's do that again. Please...