Being ignored is frustrating, dammit. Shiro wants to HEAR it, hear that rough, warbling voice call his name. Tch… and batting his tail away too! What was he planning? That fucking asshole. Ichigo's snap gets a snap in return, a clacking of sharp teeth and an open-mouthed hiss.
Though, speaking of fucking assholes…
Well then. If that's how it's going to be. Ichigo didn't real have to hold him up too much, seeing as he was as stiff as a board and standing firmly at attention. His formerly occupied hand moves up to Ichigo's shoulder, digging blunted nails into his skin, though they're not blunt for long. Free of Ichigo's earlier restriction, his claws reappear from they fleshy sheath, digging into Ichigo's skin and leaving four parallel marks. And his other hand, now free as well, moves to grab a hold of Ichigo's erection. That hand is used with more care; no unfortunate accidents. Shiro lets out a moan of pleasure as Ichigo closes around his pounding erection. God it felt good. Too good. Fucking Ichigo was an exercise in losing oneself in pure pleasure. It was so easy to do, thanks to the dual sensory experience. The overwhelming feeling of fucking and being fucked, all in the same instant? It was enough to drive anyone completely over the edge. Probably why these sessions were always relatively short…
But this time, at least, they managed to get a rhythm going. For a few thrusts, Shiro just sort of lies there. Then he adds to it, rocking his hips, but missing the beat. After a few misses, they're in sync. In and out, up and down, moving at a steady pace. Shiro's mouth stretches into a matching grin. It's like looking into a mirror, even moreso than usual, and goddamn that was hot. Ichigo acting this way… Shiro loved him either way, to be honest. When he was letting loose, it was just hot, animal fucking. Rough and tumble, bloody and sticky with sweat. When Ichigo was in his right mind, well… then it was more like a game. A game that Shiro played, tempting Ichigo, getting him to blush, to give in, to admit he wanted it. Different experiences.
Both wonderful.
And fucking hell this was nice. Being topped, while being inside? There was something liberating about it. But as far as Shiro's animal instincts were concerned, he wasn't just the bottom. He had to at least be equal partners, and for the blue marks on his own knees, Shiro gives Ichigo another set across the other shoulder. Lets out a hiss and squeezes Ichigo's cock in rhythm with their hips. Something this good wouldn't last much longer.
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Date: 2012-04-18 05:56 am (UTC)Though, speaking of fucking assholes…
Well then. If that's how it's going to be. Ichigo didn't real have to hold him up too much, seeing as he was as stiff as a board and standing firmly at attention. His formerly occupied hand moves up to Ichigo's shoulder, digging blunted nails into his skin, though they're not blunt for long. Free of Ichigo's earlier restriction, his claws reappear from they fleshy sheath, digging into Ichigo's skin and leaving four parallel marks. And his other hand, now free as well, moves to grab a hold of Ichigo's erection. That hand is used with more care; no unfortunate accidents. Shiro lets out a moan of pleasure as Ichigo closes around his pounding erection. God it felt good. Too good. Fucking Ichigo was an exercise in losing oneself in pure pleasure. It was so easy to do, thanks to the dual sensory experience. The overwhelming feeling of fucking and being fucked, all in the same instant? It was enough to drive anyone completely over the edge. Probably why these sessions were always relatively short…
But this time, at least, they managed to get a rhythm going. For a few thrusts, Shiro just sort of lies there. Then he adds to it, rocking his hips, but missing the beat. After a few misses, they're in sync. In and out, up and down, moving at a steady pace. Shiro's mouth stretches into a matching grin. It's like looking into a mirror, even moreso than usual, and goddamn that was hot. Ichigo acting this way… Shiro loved him either way, to be honest. When he was letting loose, it was just hot, animal fucking. Rough and tumble, bloody and sticky with sweat. When Ichigo was in his right mind, well… then it was more like a game. A game that Shiro played, tempting Ichigo, getting him to blush, to give in, to admit he wanted it. Different experiences.
Both wonderful.
And fucking hell this was nice. Being topped, while being inside? There was something liberating about it. But as far as Shiro's animal instincts were concerned, he wasn't just the bottom. He had to at least be equal partners, and for the blue marks on his own knees, Shiro gives Ichigo another set across the other shoulder. Lets out a hiss and squeezes Ichigo's cock in rhythm with their hips. Something this good wouldn't last much longer.