[Shiro had beaten Ichigo to the clinic by a lot, and had dreamed himself up some dinner. But jeezus, there were so many girls in the house now. It was hard to get any sort of privacy. And that didn't include the thoughts buzzing through his head. Had Ichigo gone through with it? And what about Aizen? What was happening while they weren't there...
He senses Ichigo's presence up on the roof and he decides to head up there himself. Not to talk, right away, but just to sit. The view up there is nice, anyway.
Leaping out the window and on to the roof, Shiro uses clawed toes to hold on to the roof and make his way over to Ichigo. He also has a bowl in hand, and a pair of hanshi. With a huff he sits next to Ichigo and offers him the bowl; shrimp and veggie curry.]
Wasn't sure what ya wanted fer dinner, so I just brought curry.
[it's a good thing that this roof is fairly flat, and that Shiro is clinging to the tiles with his footclaws, because he is not focused on that at all. Right now, in this moment, it's all about his partner, his aibou, his link to reality and to hope. He kisses back hungrily, needfully, nipping Ichigo's lips in return with short fangs.
His breathing speeds up (when did he start breathing?) and he slides his hands down in return, finding his way under Ichigo's shirt and back up to his naked shoulders, curling around and over and pulling them as close as can be. The pressure on his Chain of Fate hole stings a bit, but the feeling of safety and closeness overwhelms it.]
Because you can't have doubt in that situation... I hold whatever you need me to. That's how it's always been. That's how it always will be.
[An emotional receptacle. Feelings couldn't be eliminated, they could only be shuffled around. When he breaks the kiss, Shiro whimpers aloud and nuzzles Ichigo, his own eyes closed tightly in a mirror image]
[ It's a very good thing the roof is mostly flat. Even better that Ichigo can walk backward, dragging Shiro until having to actually open his eyes, and hop down onto the completely flat level above the clinic, itself. But, as soon as both of them have stumbled back onto the lower ledge, Ichigo all but yanks Shiro down, sitting with his back against the low dividing wall, and the hollow being pawed, and dragged into his lap. ]
It...it's my fault. I did this to you.
[ Messy, open mouth kisses leave a trail of damp fire from lips, down to throat, until Ichigo closes his teeth on Shiro's collarbone. ]
...I'll make you better.
[ apologizing and hoping with earnest lips and tongue, hard then soft, carding clawed fingers through white hair to draw Shiro closer as Ichigo arches upwards, fingers dragging at the hollow's t-shirt. Reckless, not caring who saw, or what anyone else might think, Ichigo groaned in his throat, and kept tugging, intending to strip Shiro of his t-shirt. ]
[he follows, helping to make sure Ichigo goes the right direction, since he's facing the right direction for it. And when they flop down, Shiro willingly crawls into Ichigo's lap, happy for the closeness and intimacy. They couldn't do this with anyone else around, so these moments of togetherness were more appreciated than anyone else would know. He wraps his legs around Ichigo's torso]
Tch... I'm not so weak that I can't deal with it... I just need ta figure it out.
[a sly grin, then a hiss when Ichigo bites him. Well, two can play that game, and Shiro bites him right back, brushing aside his shirt so he can sink his fangs into that creamy colored, muscular shoulder]
[ Yes, he just stuttered through his thoughts. It's more that Ichigo's thoughts are getting so derailed, that he can't form them properly for use in Teneka. Breaking off from the kiss with a nip, he licks his way down a throat, paying careful attention to the dips in a collar-bone, marring it with love-bites here and there. ]
Don't have to tear my clothes damnitt.
[ But, he does roll his shoulder, and help in getting the last shreds of the t-shirt off, anyway. Mostly because he's more interested in running his warm palms over every inch of exposed, white skin he can. Starting on either side of Shiro's throat, then slide down in one long, unbroken touch from collarbones to just below navel. Scratching blunt nails over tight skin, he teases there; dragging his fingers over the indentations of Shiro's hips, barely teasing with the tips of fingers dipping just below the waistband of the hollow's pants. ]
Job? You're not...you're s'posed to fight with me. Makes us stronger. Not supposed to see the weak parts -- be them.
[the Hollow snickers outloud, keeping better control of his thoughts than Ichigo does, at least for now, and makes quick work of getting the rest of the shirt off]
You can always dream up a new one.
[Shiro's tail forms behind him, almost like a reflex; reiatsu solidifying to a bony spine, then layered in striated blue muscle and skin and scales, all in an instant. He wraps the serpentine limb around one of Ichigo's arms and wrists lightly, a curious purring sound coming from his throat. The King's muteness didn't seem to affect nonverbal sounds. Meanwhile, he grinds himself against his other, his perfect fit, moving his claws up into that tangle of orange hair, already a bit sweaty in the early spring warmth]
Hnnn... ya know... ya gotta account fer the weak parts if yer gonna get stronger... Mmmm... you have to face them and command them, you know... dominate them.
[he hisses and arches his back at the heat against his ear and slides his hands all through Ichigo's hair]
You... don't have to ask. Just take it. I'll let you. [he
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[ 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
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[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-
( ... )
[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
( ... )
[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
( ... )
[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
( ... )
He senses Ichigo's presence up on the roof and he decides to head up there himself. Not to talk, right away, but just to sit. The view up there is nice, anyway.
Leaping out the window and on to the roof, Shiro uses clawed toes to hold on to the roof and make his way over to Ichigo. He also has a bowl in hand, and a pair of hanshi. With a huff he sits next to Ichigo and offers him the bowl; shrimp and veggie curry.]
Wasn't sure what ya wanted fer dinner, so I just brought curry.
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His breathing speeds up (when did he start breathing?) and he slides his hands down in return, finding his way under Ichigo's shirt and back up to his naked shoulders, curling around and over and pulling them as close as can be. The pressure on his Chain of Fate hole stings a bit, but the feeling of safety and closeness overwhelms it.]
Because you can't have doubt in that situation... I hold whatever you need me to. That's how it's always been. That's how it always will be.
[An emotional receptacle. Feelings couldn't be eliminated, they could only be shuffled around. When he breaks the kiss, Shiro whimpers aloud and nuzzles Ichigo, his own eyes closed tightly in a mirror image]
You shouldn't have ta ( ... )
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But, as soon as both of them have stumbled back onto the lower ledge, Ichigo all but yanks Shiro down, sitting with his back against the low dividing wall, and the hollow being pawed, and dragged into his lap. ]
It...it's my fault. I did this to you.
[ Messy, open mouth kisses leave a trail of damp fire from lips, down to throat, until Ichigo closes his teeth on Shiro's collarbone. ]
...I'll make you better.
[ apologizing and hoping with earnest lips and tongue, hard then soft, carding clawed fingers through white hair to draw Shiro closer as Ichigo arches upwards, fingers dragging at the hollow's t-shirt.
Reckless, not caring who saw, or what anyone else might think, Ichigo groaned in his throat, and kept tugging, intending to strip Shiro of his t-shirt. ]
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Tch... I'm not so weak that I can't deal with it... I just need ta figure it out.
[a sly grin, then a hiss when Ichigo bites him. Well, two can play that game, and Shiro bites him right back, brushing aside his shirt so he can sink his fangs into that creamy colored, muscular shoulder]
I don't need you to fix me. This is my job.
[... but he wouldn't mind the attention ( ... )
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[ Yes, he just stuttered through his thoughts. It's more that Ichigo's thoughts are getting so derailed, that he can't form them properly for use in Teneka. Breaking off from the kiss with a nip, he licks his way down a throat, paying careful attention to the dips in a collar-bone, marring it with love-bites here and there. ]
Don't have to tear my clothes damnitt.
[ But, he does roll his shoulder, and help in getting the last shreds of the t-shirt off, anyway. Mostly because he's more interested in running his warm palms over every inch of exposed, white skin he can. Starting on either side of Shiro's throat, then slide down in one long, unbroken touch from collarbones to just below navel. Scratching blunt nails over tight skin, he teases there; dragging his fingers over the indentations of Shiro's hips, barely teasing with the tips of fingers dipping just below the waistband of the hollow's pants. ]
Job? You're not...you're s'posed to fight with me. Makes us stronger. Not supposed to see the weak parts -- be them.
[ Ichigo ( ... )
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You can always dream up a new one.
[Shiro's tail forms behind him, almost like a reflex; reiatsu solidifying to a bony spine, then layered in striated blue muscle and skin and scales, all in an instant. He wraps the serpentine limb around one of Ichigo's arms and wrists lightly, a curious purring sound coming from his throat. The King's muteness didn't seem to affect nonverbal sounds. Meanwhile, he grinds himself against his other, his perfect fit, moving his claws up into that tangle of orange hair, already a bit sweaty in the early spring warmth]
Hnnn... ya know... ya gotta account fer the weak parts if yer gonna get stronger... Mmmm... you have to face them and command them, you know... dominate them.
[he hisses and arches his back at the heat against his ear and slides his hands all through Ichigo's hair]
You... don't have to ask. Just take it. I'll let you. [he ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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- ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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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 ( ... )
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