It took a moment to realize Shiro’s face was right next to his now, his hand sliding down down over his hip. Ichigo bucked his hips forward a little, involuntarily, and Shiro’s touch continued to slide maddeningly in, and out. Ichigo felt on fire now. He gave in and growled, twisting his hips in a desirous thrust across Shiro's, fingers curling to cut at white skin on his shoulder. Shiro's words were lost in Ichigo's groan at it, and he pressed forward to find the hollow's mouth, sucking sharply on his lip. His other hand reached back to slap that damned tail away, pressing his hips backward, grinding his aching erection against Shiro.
Shiro's demanding plea gets entirely ignored, and instead Ichigo snapped his teeth bare inches from the hollow's nose, and lifted himself up completely, breaking the delicious contact of bare skin. Only for a moment, though. And only to reposition himself, reach back to press one rough stroke into the hollow's aching erection, and then hold Shiro steady as Ichigo lowered himself by slow increments.
Entry was slow-going, and the position of holding himself up with his legs, holding Shiro's wrist down with one hand, and guiding all at the same time made Ichigo tremble violently...but it was so very worth it. Moaning under his breath, the stinging pain of being roughly stretched was outweighed by the fantastic sensation coiling through his lower belly at the same time. Shiro slid further in, filling Ichigo, grinding to a halt when his hips pressed against the back of Ichigo’s thighs. He could feel everything, even the gradual twitch of Shiro's cock so deep inside him. Ichigo trembled, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut as he forced both himself, and Shiro to stay still for just a few seconds. Because a different type of heat combating the burn coming off his skin made everything throb, and ache. It was almost too much, just this, just the doubled onslaught of sensation, and Ichigo had to arch his spine, subtly twisting his hips again to bear the painful pleasure. The movement was enough to wring a shuddering groan from him, and finally, finally a small push back with thighs, a rock of hips, and within two more tries? Had a smoothly measured pace going.
Ichigo gasped, opened black, and gold eyes to look down in triumph at his hollow. His lips pulled back in a grin that made him indistinguishable from his hollow, and without warning, let go of Shiro's wrist. Sat all the way back, and braced his clawed hands on Shiro's bent knees. Fully riding Shiro. Not only riding the hollow, but taking his own pleasure, fully aware that Shiro was enjoying the show, too, and acting as wanton, and uninhibited as Ichigo never would act normally.
Rolling his hips forward, Ichigo threw his head back, and growled with the heady rush of sensations; so full, overheated skin damp with moisture, toes curling against Shiro's white thighs, claws slicing into white skin just above his knees, and best of all, the power he held, and wielded mercilessly over his infuriating, intoxicating white twin.
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Date: 2012-04-16 04:13 pm (UTC)Shiro's demanding plea gets entirely ignored, and instead Ichigo snapped his teeth bare inches from the hollow's nose, and lifted himself up completely, breaking the delicious contact of bare skin. Only for a moment, though. And only to reposition himself, reach back to press one rough stroke into the hollow's aching erection, and then hold Shiro steady as Ichigo lowered himself by slow increments.
Entry was slow-going, and the position of holding himself up with his legs, holding Shiro's wrist down with one hand, and guiding all at the same time made Ichigo tremble violently...but it was so very worth it. Moaning under his breath, the stinging pain of being roughly stretched was outweighed by the fantastic sensation coiling through his lower belly at the same time. Shiro slid further in, filling Ichigo, grinding to a halt when his hips pressed against the back of Ichigo’s thighs. He could feel everything, even the gradual twitch of Shiro's cock so deep inside him. Ichigo trembled, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut as he forced both himself, and Shiro to stay still for just a few seconds. Because a different type of heat combating the burn coming off his skin made everything throb, and ache. It was almost too much, just this, just the doubled onslaught of sensation, and Ichigo had to arch his spine, subtly twisting his hips again to bear the painful pleasure. The movement was enough to wring a shuddering groan from him, and finally, finally a small push back with thighs, a rock of hips, and within two more tries? Had a smoothly measured pace going.
Ichigo gasped, opened black, and gold eyes to look down in triumph at his hollow. His lips pulled back in a grin that made him indistinguishable from his hollow, and without warning, let go of Shiro's wrist. Sat all the way back, and braced his clawed hands on Shiro's bent knees. Fully riding Shiro. Not only riding the hollow, but taking his own pleasure, fully aware that Shiro was enjoying the show, too, and acting as wanton, and uninhibited as Ichigo never would act normally.
Rolling his hips forward, Ichigo threw his head back, and growled with the heady rush of sensations; so full, overheated skin damp with moisture, toes curling against Shiro's white thighs, claws slicing into white skin just above his knees, and best of all, the power he held, and wielded mercilessly over his infuriating, intoxicating white twin.