Well, that worked. A bit too well, maybe. The feeling of claws (his claws on Ichigo's fingers, he noted) on his skin made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was a combination of pure, masochistic pleasure and deeply rooted predator/prey instincts. Ichigo thought if he got a little Hollow in him, he could be the boss, huh? Well, Shiro isn't just going to take that lying down.
If Ichigo was going to hold his hands (geez, what a fucking grip!), Shiro would make use of his other limbs. His tail forms from black energy (energy to bone, bone covered in blue muscle, muscle covered by skin and a layer of scales, all too fast to comprehend) and wraps around Ichigo's ankle, tightly. Bare feet stretch and grow, cracking as they go, becoming digitigrade. Toes with claws lengthening, much more tactile and prehensile this way. Those legs go up, holding Ichigo's stomach, digging his claws in. Claws more than capable of completely disemboweling him. Even though he was being held down, there was plenty of fight. The pale Hollow opens his mouth and snarls, showing a mouthful of fangs.
You want to top like this? Earn it.
Kissing ensues. More biting than kissing really. Lick lick bite kiss suck warmth blood. Purring, growling, hissing. Two predators in a different kind of combat. A louder hiss when Ichigo goes down there, and the Hollow arches his back. Urrggh. Too good. It was all too good. No but he couldn't give up! On the bottom… have to control this… No clothes. Only skin. Sweaty skin against skin, warm and hot and ready. C'mon c'mon let's fuck already!
The bruise from the bite blossoms, dark and blue, before vanishing right back into the flesh. Shiro lets out an open-mouthed snarl, digging his toe-claws into Ichigo's belly, snapping at his face with those teeth. He leans up and digs his fangs into Ichigo's shoulders. Mine. Mine.
Finally, his hands were free, and Shiro removes those dagger-like claws from Ichigo's tender stomach. He knows what's in his hand, even without looking at it. It could only be that. With a purr, he licks along Ichigo's jawline in response to his demands. Damn. There was nothing sexier than that voice… Shiro is as hard as he can ever remember being. Fuck!
"Keh, who do you think you are, giving ME orders? I'll do it, but it's because I want to. And because you want it!"
A click of the bottle of lube being opened. Shiro squeezes it out onto his right hand, diving back into a kiss with his Hollowfied other. Petting his hair, kissing him… bastard sure knew how to butter him up. Dangerous claws move down to Ichigo's tight ass, playing dangerous games with the flesh there. No claws. Ha! Of course he's not going to do that. Shiro was cruel, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't get a good fuck if Ichigo was all torn up inside! … Didn't mean that he couldn't play a little, though.
"I'll fuck you so good you won't walk straight for a week, whelpling." The claws of his right hand slide back into his finger tips as easily as a sword into a saya, skin and fingernail regrowing over the wounds (he keeps them short). No gentleness. Just a jab of two fingers right in, while his mouth stays busy all the while.
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Date: 2012-04-07 11:08 pm (UTC)If Ichigo was going to hold his hands (geez, what a fucking grip!), Shiro would make use of his other limbs. His tail forms from black energy (energy to bone, bone covered in blue muscle, muscle covered by skin and a layer of scales, all too fast to comprehend) and wraps around Ichigo's ankle, tightly. Bare feet stretch and grow, cracking as they go, becoming digitigrade. Toes with claws lengthening, much more tactile and prehensile this way. Those legs go up, holding Ichigo's stomach, digging his claws in. Claws more than capable of completely disemboweling him. Even though he was being held down, there was plenty of fight. The pale Hollow opens his mouth and snarls, showing a mouthful of fangs.
You want to top like this? Earn it.
Kissing ensues. More biting than kissing really. Lick lick bite kiss suck warmth blood. Purring, growling, hissing. Two predators in a different kind of combat. A louder hiss when Ichigo goes down there, and the Hollow arches his back. Urrggh. Too good. It was all too good. No but he couldn't give up! On the bottom… have to control this… No clothes. Only skin. Sweaty skin against skin, warm and hot and ready. C'mon c'mon let's fuck already!
The bruise from the bite blossoms, dark and blue, before vanishing right back into the flesh. Shiro lets out an open-mouthed snarl, digging his toe-claws into Ichigo's belly, snapping at his face with those teeth. He leans up and digs his fangs into Ichigo's shoulders. Mine. Mine.
Finally, his hands were free, and Shiro removes those dagger-like claws from Ichigo's tender stomach. He knows what's in his hand, even without looking at it. It could only be that. With a purr, he licks along Ichigo's jawline in response to his demands. Damn. There was nothing sexier than that voice… Shiro is as hard as he can ever remember being. Fuck!
"Keh, who do you think you are, giving ME orders? I'll do it, but it's because I want to. And because you want it!"
A click of the bottle of lube being opened. Shiro squeezes it out onto his right hand, diving back into a kiss with his Hollowfied other. Petting his hair, kissing him… bastard sure knew how to butter him up. Dangerous claws move down to Ichigo's tight ass, playing dangerous games with the flesh there. No claws. Ha! Of course he's not going to do that. Shiro was cruel, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't get a good fuck if Ichigo was all torn up inside! … Didn't mean that he couldn't play a little, though.
"I'll fuck you so good you won't walk straight for a week, whelpling." The claws of his right hand slide back into his finger tips as easily as a sword into a saya, skin and fingernail regrowing over the wounds (he keeps them short). No gentleness. Just a jab of two fingers right in, while his mouth stays busy all the while.