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Ichigo hissed. "Pay me back? Pay me back...?! Get out of my life, that's how you can replay me for the bother you've been!" Hichigo couldn't be serious. He hadn't honestly caused Ichigo's nightmares just to break free and apologize, that's just absurd. It was always something else with the hollow, but this crossed the line. The shinigami opened his mouth once again to retort harshly, but only ended up hitching his breath to exhale softly, melting into his hollow's gentle touch. Man, he hated being so weak.. but this almost warming atmosphere was something he just couldn't refuse. The feel of the others stroke made his heart flutter almost happily, and Ichigo quickly forgot his rant. He sighed deeply, relaxing, mentally cursing himself for giving in like this. "Damn you," he purred deeply, spreading his legs automatically for further access. "When I get loose, I swear.." Ichigo managed to snarl weakly, releasing heated pants.
Ichigo moaned out in bliss as he felt his member engulfed in warmth, bucking his hips up into Hichigo's warm, wet cavern. It was terrible how helpless he felt... though come to think of it now, it would've made no difference even if his hands were free. This pleasure was too much. One thing Ichigo never knew was how hollow's could've had sexual instincts.. Though based on his opposites blunt demeanor, it wasn't much of a surprise. Ichigo lifted his head as he heard the other moan, and saw an evident hard on arise. “E-Eh? You're-!” Now the bastard was getting hard too..?! Hichigo's reactions to his sucking cock made Ichigo's own twitch, in need of more attention. He squirmed on the bed, and groaned at his limited movement.
The shinigami hissed out in pain as he felt a pinch where it hurt like hell. He lifted his head, and opened his mouth, ready to yell and lecture the hollow. However, as Hichigo's expression suddenly changed, so did Ichigo's. “It's.. it's called a heart,” Ichigo answered with a tilted head, pointing out the obvious. Though of course he only did so because he knew hollows probably had no idea what such a thing was. A heart; a heavy burden to bear. His eyes widened as he saw a stream of black trailing down the others cheeks, and wanted more than anything to reassure him, to hold him. It shocked Ichigo. The teen shrinked back as Hichigo moved up to stare right into his face, scrunching his nose, keeping his inner thoughts and emotions at bay.
Hichigo's touch felt almost caring, Ichigo thought, and quickly found his eyes flutter to a close, enjoying the soft caress. Lips connected, and despite the instinct to pull away, Ichigo allowed his urges to set in, leaning up into the affection. “Keep you happy?” he queried, raising a brow. How the hell was he gonna do that? They hated each other, with a passion. Hichigo could do no more than run around inside Ichigo's conscience, and the orange haired shinigami could do no more than let him. Ichigo's look softened, and as much as he refused to believe it, he felt terrible for his hollow.
“Hichi...” he spoke softly, but groaned as he felt tight walls suppress his pulsating dick, thrusting up in immediate response, up to his hilt. “Mmm...” It felt so good. Better than he would've imagined. If his hands were free, he'd have gripped Hichigo's waist to slam him down onto his fleshy rod.
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