[ Ichigo's thoughts are effectively melting. The feel of heat radiating through his tented jeans driving him mad as Ichigo pushed, and arched his hips to grind tighter against the hollow in his lap. But, even with the drowning sense of reason, Ichigo forced his glazed eyes open, and leaned his head back enough to get a good look at Shiro. He wanted there to be some part of his memories of this to not just be limited to fast, frenzied touches, and messy kisses. Scowling around the fierce blush, and gulped breath, he had to fight the hold of Shiro's tail around his wrist in order to get both hands on the hollow's hips. With a lurch, and the blessing of Shiro clinging to him so tightly, Ichigo did manage to lean forward enough to lay both of them out on the roof; the hollow on his back, and a groan muffled against a white chest as the heat, and friction, even through his jeans, from settling between Shiro's legs was enough to make the heat twist hot, and tight in the pit of his gut. ]
Then...doing it my way. Tell me if you don't like it, okay?
[ Because for all that he had a little bit of experience to draw on, Ichigo wanted this to feel good for Shiro, too. Apparently, he truly did make love like he fought; all or nothing, and always in fairness. Pushing himself back just enough to think, he pointedly keeps his eyes shut, and the look of concentration on his expression soon yields a little bottle next to his single hand, still flat against the roof. Peeking one eye open, Ichigo can't help a nervous smirk - unscented, plain lotion. What? He's never seen a bottle of lube in his life. And, hopefully before Shiro can get too many comments in about it, sits back to kneel before the hollow, and hastily unzips his fly. Moving back to hover, supported on one hand over him, he Coats the other palm with the lotion. Nibbling on an ear, he encloses his hand around Shiro's growing erection, squeezing exactly as he prefers it, twisting gently around the head before stroking up and down, setting a basic rhythm. ]
[The hollow hisses when he's forced on to the roof, tail smushed somewhat uncomfortably under him]
What're you.... hnghh...
[what now? Was Ichigo making good on his promise to top next time? Then there's that constipated look that Ichigo always got when he was dreaming up something. Lotion, huh? Well, that would make this slightly more comfortable than the last time. The Hollow sneers] So, got a brain in that skull a yer's after all, huh? Fine.
[he helps in kicking off his pants, groaning in pleasure when Ichigo grabs his growing erection. Oh yeah. They had only done this a few times, really, but they'd already figured out just how the other liked it. Shiro kicks his legs up and wraps them around Ichigo's neck and shoulders, more for the purpose of keeping Shiro's tail from getting smashed against the roof than anything else. He leans up and licks at Ichigo's ear and chin]
C'mon then. Hrrrnnngh. Show me~ [Shiro's rumbling purr only intensifies... hopefully no one below has any inclination as to what's going on up here]
[ Snorting softly at the comment, gasping as the kiss on his ear considerably weaken his resolve to be slow. Nuzzling whatever part of white skin he can reach, skimming kisses across the rise of a jaw-line, he bucks a jean-clad groin against a bare hip, allowing the friction to take the edge off. Finger-tips curl over perineum, barely-there touches ghosting further down. Forgetting to do anything but rock against him for a minute or so, devouring Shiro with deep-seated hunger, Ichigo turned his second hand to stroking cock while an occupied finger spread around lube before pushing in, letting him grow accustomed before crooking it in search of that nub ... Having the memory of it burned into the back of his mind, he was certain he had some idea what he was looking for. Offering a hazy, quick smirk, he turned his head to place a wet, fiery, open-mouth kiss against the hollow's inner thigh. Have a bite as the feel of that tail cinches tight around Ichigo's upper thigh. ]
[he groans and arches his back in pleasure, curling and uncurling his toes. Goddamn boy, why you gotta be such a tease?
He gasps breathlessly when Ichigo finally penetrates him, finger or not, tightening his grip with both hands and tail. Jesus Frickin Christ almighty. That was good.
And so, so much better with the lotion. Shiro's cock twitches and throbs in Ichigo's hand, and the Hollow himself if hardly able to think through the haze]
[ Sitting back from the hollow for a moment, it's all he can manage to shove his jeans down his thighs and stroke lotion into his cock before fitting himself into Shiro's lap, white leg curled in the crook of his elbow to keep Shiro lifted just a bit as he presses in against resistance, a silent snarl shuddering through his limbs... ]
Oh fuh-uuuck...
[ Unfortunately his experience is very limited, and none of it - none of it - prepares him for the amazing heat, and pressure. Silently mouthing a curse, his eyes squeeze shut, and hips buck, hard, to bury himself to the hilt in the fucking best sensation ever. ]
I-I'm, ah-ahn....Shiro...
[ Hips thrusting insistently once, twice, finding the right angle that allowed him to sink into Shiro without pause for thought. He bent back the other's leg, resting a damp forehead against the hollow's chest, mouth working on sounds that aren't coming out - not that he can tell what's thought, and what's sound at this point - as everything is overshadowed by the incredible wet heat, and the ever-increasing two-fold feeling of hands, and solid warmth around him, touching, clawing, tightening; everywhere. ]
[That cock is much thicker than a finger, and Shiro cries out audibly when Ichigo shoves himself in. God, it felt so good. So tight, and somewhat painful, but above it all, there was just intense desire and pleasure. His mind is a-flutter with ecstasy and the pleasant pain of tightness and pressure, but he manages some thoughts through the Teneka]
Nnngh... damn... feels... so good... doesn't it? Ahh... Ai-aibou..!
[the positioning looks awkward, but in truth it's pretty natural for them. The Hollow curls his tail around Ichigo's thigh and digs his nails into his back, searching with his mouth for any of Ichigo's flesh that he can reach. The pressure on his rear is making his cock even harder, precum dripping tenuously from the end. It was agony.
Pure, wonderful agony that he never wanted to stop]
[ Shiro is so damn lucky that Ichigo has enough stubborn, bloody determination to spare, because as soon as he felt those claws bite into his skin, it would otherwise have been over right then, and there. But, as it is, he cries out and buries himself as deeply as he can go, hovering for a few moments on the precipice before forcing himself to calm, dragging down gulps of air.
Stopping. His body trembling so badly a single drop of sweat ( or maybe even a tear? ) shivers off the bridge of his nose to splash against the dip in the hollow's collarbone. When he manages to squint open his eyes, they're lit with the same amber fire that's all Ichigo. ]
You...you're mine.
[ Pulls out close to all the way, resheathing his cock with gradual, measured intent, rocking away and beginning the process again, nudging in a circular, grinding motion with his pelvis upon each return.
Leaning in, and using a deep kiss to distract from the pleasure tingling throughout his whole body, returning the pseudo-verbal compliment. Pulling back just enough for lips to rest damply atop one another as he slowly presses Shiro's knee back, angling his hips to be able to both kiss, and find that perfect, magical spot inside that sent him writhing the last time. ]
[good, good. Hang in there longer, Ichigo. Hang in there. Shiro is hanging in there. But just barely. god that fucking feels so great. He looks up at Ichigo with gold lightning in his own eyes. Determined. Ready for this]
Ssshhhhsssskkk. A-am I? Shhhhrrrrrr...
[he bites down with his fangs, drawing blood and sucking it into his mouth. Delicious. He was so close he was quivering]
[ Ichigo shudders, letting go of his control as a caring lover, reiatsu flaring as he drags Shiro's hands off him and against the roof, pinning crossed wrists there with one hand as his hips stutter, fucking harder, erratically, taking instead of giving. There's still a small part of Ichigo insisting he remain angled for a certain sweet spot, however, and he does so in order to relieve a bit of the guilt he feels. He doesn't get off on this - on dominating people - but he can let go and find his own release, if that's what Shiro wants. Stupid power-hungry hollow. So warm and tight, Shiro's body seems to be a shroud of sensation that dissolves Ichigo's ability to think in an instant, burying himself with rough, muffled grunts against a shoulder, bending the hollow practically double in an attempt to get as close as skin allows. But, thankfully, Ichigo has enough presence of mind to leave his forehead resting against Shiro's shoulder, but look down enough to watch. Watch as he wraps his fingers around Shiro's cock. Panting hotly in the hollow's ear, on the verge of losing it, himself, Ichigo has to bite his lip on an indecent moan. Fuck, this dual-sensation thing was really amazing... ]
[when he has his hands pinned, he growls deep in his throat. Layered with the panting, purring sounds already coming from him, it sent his whole chest cavity to shuddering and vibrating. It was all too much. Between Ichigo actually dominating like this (somewhere, deep down, under his consciousness, Shiro liked it) and that insistent pressure on that sweet spot inside himself... god]
Nnnggghhh. I don't... I don't need you to... too.. Nnggh--Aaaagghhhhh!
[What he had WANTED to say was that he didn't need Ichigo's goddamn permission to cum. But apparently his body disagreed, and his body gave out completely now, shuddering from his head all the way down to his cock as it quivers one last time and erupts, spurting in a few blasts over his and Ichigo's stomach. Some even dribbles into his Chain of Fate hole, stinging the sensitive skin there. The dual-sensory information was overloading him; his own orgasm, magnified by Ichigo feeling it too, and Shiro feeling THAT echo as well. It was like standing between two mirrors; infinite and amazing and addictive. His body shudders and contorts one more time before he flops completely, even his tail's grip lost. Sweat is pouring off of him, every inch of him, and his hair is slicked to his forehead. Breath comes in heavy, ragged pants.
[ His whole weight rested against Shiro now, bearing them both down even though his arm under a knee raised the hollow up just enough to sink impossibly deeper. Consciousness started to fragment into a number of smaller sensations; the rough scrape of the rooftop against the knees of his jeans, the heat radiating between them so intensely, it felt as if the pooling sweat on his chest was actually fusing them together, and the sharp sting of bloody claw marks striped across his back. All of it spooling together into the hammering of his pulse, felt like a beating connection from throat, to belly, to cock.
But, there's very little he can do to hold out after being crushed in that vice-like heat. Feverish with desire and impatient to follow suit, his mouth forms around a silent cry as his bucking turns erratic, pawing thighs and hips to pull Shiro closer, kissing messily along a collar-bone until something breaks and he can't - can't stop-- ]
Shiro-!
[ Trembling, locked against his partner's bent knee with hips pulsing, Ichigo rides out his orgasm while clinging to Shiro, thoughts turning to an uncensored rush of painpleasureheatShiro. There's no words, or even the thought of words. No sounds come beyond a low keening that's felt more than heard. But, after only one last reflexive thrust, Ichigo's trembling limbs finally give out, and he collapses on the hollow's chest. Panting, sweating, and not even sure if he was still alive, let alone conscious. ]
[fuckin hell, when Ichigo came, it was like Shiro was orgasming all over again; the sensations were just so intense that it sent his body to twitching and his hips back to bucking a bit. His body, slick with sweat and cum, is stuck to his flushed twin completely.
When they are both spent, the Hollow pants, breath coming in hot bursts onto his partner's face. His tail lazily slinks around to wrap lightly, listlessly, around Ichigo's leg, moving with slow motions to just pull his pants down completely. He claws longingly at Ichigo's back, pulling him closer, pulling him in to him, the warmth of his chest tingling his hollow hole]
[ Still catching his breath, and trying to recall how to use basic motor functions, it's all Ichigo can do to rock his hips back, and finish the motion of pulling out. He can't help the shiver that whisks through him from head to toe at the over-sensitized pleasure just from that little bit of movement alone, but beyond that? Yeah. Not moving from being practically glued to Shiro's chest.
Ichigo is starting to understand what all the fuss over this "sex" business is really about lately. For him, though, it's only about being close. Feeling warm, and strangely...safe. Shaky, and ill-coordinated, but still drawing his knees up to push under his hollow's thighs, and simply rest curled up around Shiro, with his face pressed against a white throat, Ichigo isn't thinking about all the anxiety, the worry, or the doubt that he'd pushed onto Shiro. For just this moment, everything was...peaceful. ]
[Shiro whines a little when Ichigo finally pulls out, from both minor pain and from feeling... well, empty. He'd been filled to bursting for several minutes now, with Ichigo's cock shoved tightly inside him, and now it was just... gone. It was almost disappointing. It would have been much worse if the Hollow weren't basking in his afterglow.
Shiro always knew that sex would be pretty fantastic. Otherwise why would the humans be going on and on about it all the time? It seemed like so much of their social structure focused on it. And he could see why, now. It was just wonderful. But, like Ichigo, for him it was more about being close, and returning, in a way, to being one with him again. As much as the Hollow enjoyed being his own man, so to speak, he also felt fundamentally wrong sometimes, especially when the distance between them was great. Like this? It was almost like when they were in the same body.
No, more like back when they were the same person; before this strange amalgam that was Them was Ichigo and the Hollow, back when it was just One.
The anxiety, as a matter of fact, is mostly dispelled, here on the rooftops. The Hollow was a literal drain, for everything Ichigo didn't need. Emotions like anxiety and regret and fear more easily slipped away, brushed under. The Hollow purrs audibly, transmitting his pure sense of peace through the Teneka, as he curls around Ichigo in turn; warm body to warm body]
[ After a few minutes, or maybe a few hours ( who can tell ) Ichigo finally sighs, and shifts enough to roll off of Shiro, and onto his back. Wriggling a little, he pulls his pants back up, but doesn't yet bother buttoning them up. Instead? He lets his eyes drift closed, and imagines the feeling of a blanket - both beneath them, and laying over top. Granted, he probably should have done something like this before, and saved himself the bruised kneecaps, but eh. He couldn't dredge up the will to care right now.
The sleeping bag sized for two could have been there the whole time, and now with night coming on, it was greatly appreciated. Not just because Ichigo, and Shiro were nestled together inside like twins, but that was good, too. ]
...Let's stay here, okay? I don't wanna go in, yet.
[ Maybe even stay there all night. Maybe even make love, again ( as corny as it sounded, calling it anything else made it seem base, and somehow...not as important. At least to Ichigo. ) or just hide from everyone, and steal a few hours of peace before dawn. ]
[Shiro whimpers again when Ichigo rolls off, his sweaty body missing the warmth of the other in the cool night air. But Ichigo actually thinks of something pretty clever. Fluffy sleeping bags are nice.... Shiro snuggles down into it and next to Ichigo so that very little but a shock of white hair sticking out of the top]
Nrrff... too many girls down there... stay up here... for now...
[he wraps his arm around his other, snuggling his forehead against Ichigo's collarbone and chest. It wasn't just sex. It was love. Some sort of love, anyway. Love between family, between brothers? But it was different than that, even deeper than that. Taboo and strange but so damn right for them.
Shiro is content to stay right here. He even dreams up a few of his favorite kinds of pillows; the fluffy kind... and a less fluffy one for Ichigo]
But, even with the drowning sense of reason, Ichigo forced his glazed eyes open, and leaned his head back enough to get a good look at Shiro. He wanted there to be some part of his memories of this to not just be limited to fast, frenzied touches, and messy kisses. Scowling around the fierce blush, and gulped breath, he had to fight the hold of Shiro's tail around his wrist in order to get both hands on the hollow's hips. With a lurch, and the blessing of Shiro clinging to him so tightly, Ichigo did manage to lean forward enough to lay both of them out on the roof; the hollow on his back, and a groan muffled against a white chest as the heat, and friction, even through his jeans, from settling between Shiro's legs was enough to make the heat twist hot, and tight in the pit of his gut. ]
Then...doing it my way. Tell me if you don't like it, okay?
[ Because for all that he had a little bit of experience to draw on, Ichigo wanted this to feel good for Shiro, too. Apparently, he truly did make love like he fought; all or nothing, and always in fairness.
Pushing himself back just enough to think, he pointedly keeps his eyes shut, and the look of concentration on his expression soon yields a little bottle next to his single hand, still flat against the roof. Peeking one eye open, Ichigo can't help a nervous smirk - unscented, plain lotion. What? He's never seen a bottle of lube in his life. And, hopefully before Shiro can get too many comments in about it, sits back to kneel before the hollow, and hastily unzips his fly. Moving back to hover, supported on one hand over him, he Coats the other palm with the lotion. Nibbling on an ear, he encloses his hand around Shiro's growing erection, squeezing exactly as he prefers it, twisting gently around the head before stroking up and down, setting a basic rhythm. ]
...Doesn't...doesn't always have to hurt.
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What're you.... hnghh...
[what now? Was Ichigo making good on his promise to top next time? Then there's that constipated look that Ichigo always got when he was dreaming up something. Lotion, huh? Well, that would make this slightly more comfortable than the last time. The Hollow sneers] So, got a brain in that skull a yer's after all, huh? Fine.
[he helps in kicking off his pants, groaning in pleasure when Ichigo grabs his growing erection. Oh yeah. They had only done this a few times, really, but they'd already figured out just how the other liked it. Shiro kicks his legs up and wraps them around Ichigo's neck and shoulders, more for the purpose of keeping Shiro's tail from getting smashed against the roof than anything else. He leans up and licks at Ichigo's ear and chin]
C'mon then. Hrrrnnngh. Show me~ [Shiro's rumbling purr only intensifies... hopefully no one below has any inclination as to what's going on up here]
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[ Snorting softly at the comment, gasping as the kiss on his ear considerably weaken his resolve to be slow. Nuzzling whatever part of white skin he can reach, skimming kisses across the rise of a jaw-line, he bucks a jean-clad groin against a bare hip, allowing the friction to take the edge off. Finger-tips curl over perineum, barely-there touches ghosting further down.
Forgetting to do anything but rock against him for a minute or so, devouring Shiro with deep-seated hunger, Ichigo turned his second hand to stroking cock while an occupied finger spread around lube before pushing in, letting him grow accustomed before crooking it in search of that nub ... Having the memory of it burned into the back of his mind, he was certain he had some idea what he was looking for.
Offering a hazy, quick smirk, he turned his head to place a wet, fiery, open-mouth kiss against the hollow's inner thigh.
Have a bite as the feel of that tail cinches tight around Ichigo's upper thigh. ]
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[he groans and arches his back in pleasure, curling and uncurling his toes. Goddamn boy, why you gotta be such a tease?
He gasps breathlessly when Ichigo finally penetrates him, finger or not, tightening his grip with both hands and tail. Jesus Frickin Christ almighty. That was good.
And so, so much better with the lotion. Shiro's cock twitches and throbs in Ichigo's hand, and the Hollow himself if hardly able to think through the haze]
K... keep goin'...!
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Oh fuh-uuuck...
[ Unfortunately his experience is very limited, and none of it - none of it - prepares him for the amazing heat, and pressure. Silently mouthing a curse, his eyes squeeze shut, and hips buck, hard, to bury himself to the hilt in the fucking best sensation ever. ]
I-I'm, ah-ahn....Shiro...
[ Hips thrusting insistently once, twice, finding the right angle that allowed him to sink into Shiro without pause for thought. He bent back the other's leg, resting a damp forehead against the hollow's chest, mouth working on sounds that aren't coming out - not that he can tell what's thought, and what's sound at this point - as everything is overshadowed by the incredible wet heat, and the ever-increasing two-fold feeling of hands, and solid warmth around him, touching, clawing, tightening; everywhere. ]
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Nnngh... damn... feels... so good... doesn't it? Ahh... Ai-aibou..!
[the positioning looks awkward, but in truth it's pretty natural for them. The Hollow curls his tail around Ichigo's thigh and digs his nails into his back, searching with his mouth for any of Ichigo's flesh that he can reach. The pressure on his rear is making his cock even harder, precum dripping tenuously from the end. It was agony.
Pure, wonderful agony that he never wanted to stop]
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Stopping. His body trembling so badly a single drop of sweat ( or maybe even a tear? ) shivers off the bridge of his nose to splash against the dip in the hollow's collarbone. When he manages to squint open his eyes, they're lit with the same amber fire that's all Ichigo. ]
You...you're mine.
[ Pulls out close to all the way, resheathing his cock with gradual, measured intent, rocking away and beginning the process again, nudging in a circular, grinding motion with his pelvis upon each return.
Leaning in, and using a deep kiss to distract from the pleasure tingling throughout his whole body, returning the pseudo-verbal compliment. Pulling back just enough for lips to rest damply atop one another as he slowly presses Shiro's knee back, angling his hips to be able to both kiss, and find that perfect, magical spot inside that sent him writhing the last time. ]
I...I still need you...Partner
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Ssshhhhsssskkk. A-am I? Shhhhrrrrrr...
[he bites down with his fangs, drawing blood and sucking it into his mouth. Delicious. He was so close he was quivering]
O... or do we.. nnngh! C'mon!
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So warm and tight, Shiro's body seems to be a shroud of sensation that dissolves Ichigo's ability to think in an instant, burying himself with rough, muffled grunts against a shoulder, bending the hollow practically double in an attempt to get as close as skin allows. But, thankfully, Ichigo has enough presence of mind to leave his forehead resting against Shiro's shoulder, but look down enough to watch.
Watch as he wraps his fingers around Shiro's cock. Panting hotly in the hollow's ear, on the verge of losing it, himself, Ichigo has to bite his lip on an indecent moan.
Fuck, this dual-sensation thing was really amazing... ]
S'okay...you can cum...
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Nnnggghhh. I don't... I don't need you to... too.. Nnggh--Aaaagghhhhh!
[What he had WANTED to say was that he didn't need Ichigo's goddamn permission to cum. But apparently his body disagreed, and his body gave out completely now, shuddering from his head all the way down to his cock as it quivers one last time and erupts, spurting in a few blasts over his and Ichigo's stomach. Some even dribbles into his Chain of Fate hole, stinging the sensitive skin there. The dual-sensory information was overloading him; his own orgasm, magnified by Ichigo feeling it too, and Shiro feeling THAT echo as well. It was like standing between two mirrors; infinite and amazing and addictive. His body shudders and contorts one more time before he flops completely, even his tail's grip lost. Sweat is pouring off of him, every inch of him, and his hair is slicked to his forehead. Breath comes in heavy, ragged pants.
Fuck it was good.]
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All of it spooling together into the hammering of his pulse, felt like a beating connection from throat, to belly, to cock.
But, there's very little he can do to hold out after being crushed in that vice-like heat. Feverish with desire and impatient to follow suit, his mouth forms around a silent cry as his bucking turns erratic, pawing thighs and hips to pull Shiro closer, kissing messily along a collar-bone until something breaks and he can't - can't stop-- ]
Shiro-!
[ Trembling, locked against his partner's bent knee with hips pulsing, Ichigo rides out his orgasm while clinging to Shiro, thoughts turning to an uncensored rush of painpleasureheatShiro. There's no words, or even the thought of words. No sounds come beyond a low keening that's felt more than heard.
But, after only one last reflexive thrust, Ichigo's trembling limbs finally give out, and he collapses on the hollow's chest. Panting, sweating, and not even sure if he was still alive, let alone conscious. ]
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When they are both spent, the Hollow pants, breath coming in hot bursts onto his partner's face. His tail lazily slinks around to wrap lightly, listlessly, around Ichigo's leg, moving with slow motions to just pull his pants down completely. He claws longingly at Ichigo's back, pulling him closer, pulling him in to him, the warmth of his chest tingling his hollow hole]
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Ichigo is starting to understand what all the fuss over this "sex" business is really about lately. For him, though, it's only about being close. Feeling warm, and strangely...safe. Shaky, and ill-coordinated, but still drawing his knees up to push under his hollow's thighs, and simply rest curled up around Shiro, with his face pressed against a white throat, Ichigo isn't thinking about all the anxiety, the worry, or the doubt that he'd pushed onto Shiro.
For just this moment, everything was...peaceful. ]
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Shiro always knew that sex would be pretty fantastic. Otherwise why would the humans be going on and on about it all the time? It seemed like so much of their social structure focused on it. And he could see why, now. It was just wonderful. But, like Ichigo, for him it was more about being close, and returning, in a way, to being one with him again. As much as the Hollow enjoyed being his own man, so to speak, he also felt fundamentally wrong sometimes, especially when the distance between them was great. Like this? It was almost like when they were in the same body.
No, more like back when they were the same person; before this strange amalgam that was Them was Ichigo and the Hollow, back when it was just One.
The anxiety, as a matter of fact, is mostly dispelled, here on the rooftops. The Hollow was a literal drain, for everything Ichigo didn't need. Emotions like anxiety and regret and fear more easily slipped away, brushed under. The Hollow purrs audibly, transmitting his pure sense of peace through the Teneka, as he curls around Ichigo in turn; warm body to warm body]
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The sleeping bag sized for two could have been there the whole time, and now with night coming on, it was greatly appreciated. Not just because Ichigo, and Shiro were nestled together inside like twins, but that was good, too. ]
...Let's stay here, okay? I don't wanna go in, yet.
[ Maybe even stay there all night. Maybe even make love, again ( as corny as it sounded, calling it anything else made it seem base, and somehow...not as important. At least to Ichigo. ) or just hide from everyone, and steal a few hours of peace before dawn. ]
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Nrrff... too many girls down there... stay up here... for now...
[he wraps his arm around his other, snuggling his forehead against Ichigo's collarbone and chest. It wasn't just sex. It was love. Some sort of love, anyway. Love between family, between brothers? But it was different than that, even deeper than that. Taboo and strange but so damn right for them.
Shiro is content to stay right here. He even dreams up a few of his favorite kinds of pillows; the fluffy kind... and a less fluffy one for Ichigo]
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