Ichigo gasped sharply when one of Shiro's well-timed thrusts finds its mark inside. His hips stutter, his cock twitches in Shiro's hand, and he breathes a sharp, quiet, "Fuck."
Claw tipped fingers dig deeper gouges in Shiro's legs, the impact of white hips jostling Ichigo, throwing him off tempo enough that those claws drag, opening cuts down inner thighs, and the echo of the stinging pain makes him shudder all over like a plucked harpstring. Another thrust - this one joined by a coaxing grip around Ichigo's aching erection, and he can't help it. Ichigo falls forward, catching himself on hands braced above Shiro's shoulders as his mouth falls open on a delirious moan.
Each thrust of Shiro's hips is mirrored by Ichigo's in reverse. Each push, and pull, each time the hollow slots deep inside him, Ichigo's hips stutter forward, into the stroking hand around him, until his joints feel liquified, and even his arms give out so that his face gets pressed into the crook of Shiro's shoulder. Biting down on white skin to smother the embarrassing, hitching sounds mixed up with little growls, his spine arches, and bucks, meeting those thrusts eagerly, so close--
And then that beautiful, wonderful, damnable hand squeezes carefully around his cock, thumb tracing the slit, and Ichigo is lost. A sound hitches low in his chest, something halfway between a moan and a sob, and then his mouth lets go from the locked bite over Shiro's pulse, and gasps against the shell of the hollow's ear;
"Shiro--!"
Ichigo rocks against him - desperate, wanton, messy and eager and frantic - as he feels the cusp of his own orgasm surging towards him, eagerly meeting the snap of hips with desperate thrusts of his own, no longer caring about 'winning' or 'losing', and chanting unintelligible syllables that might have been Shiro's name mixed with the reverb-laced growling.
A half dozen thrusts, and he comes apart; suddenly, perfectly. Ichigo's whole body arches when he cums; spine taut, head thrown back, face a mess of bliss and release and satisfaction, shuddering all over as he cums messily all over Shiro's hand, and stomach.
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Date: 2012-04-30 04:37 pm (UTC)Claw tipped fingers dig deeper gouges in Shiro's legs, the impact of white hips jostling Ichigo, throwing him off tempo enough that those claws drag, opening cuts down inner thighs, and the echo of the stinging pain makes him shudder all over like a plucked harpstring. Another thrust - this one joined by a coaxing grip around Ichigo's aching erection, and he can't help it. Ichigo falls forward, catching himself on hands braced above Shiro's shoulders as his mouth falls open on a delirious moan.
Each thrust of Shiro's hips is mirrored by Ichigo's in reverse. Each push, and pull, each time the hollow slots deep inside him, Ichigo's hips stutter forward, into the stroking hand around him, until his joints feel liquified, and even his arms give out so that his face gets pressed into the crook of Shiro's shoulder. Biting down on white skin to smother the embarrassing, hitching sounds mixed up with little growls, his spine arches, and bucks, meeting those thrusts eagerly, so close--
And then that beautiful, wonderful, damnable hand squeezes carefully around his cock, thumb tracing the slit, and Ichigo is lost. A sound hitches low in his chest, something halfway between a moan and a sob, and then his mouth lets go from the locked bite over Shiro's pulse, and gasps against the shell of the hollow's ear;
"Shiro--!"
Ichigo rocks against him - desperate, wanton, messy and eager and frantic - as he feels the cusp of his own orgasm surging towards him, eagerly meeting the snap of hips with desperate thrusts of his own, no longer caring about 'winning' or 'losing', and chanting unintelligible syllables that might have been Shiro's name mixed with the reverb-laced growling.
A half dozen thrusts, and he comes apart; suddenly, perfectly. Ichigo's whole body arches when he cums; spine taut, head thrown back, face a mess of bliss and release and satisfaction, shuddering all over as he cums messily all over Shiro's hand, and stomach.