Shirosaki leaned in and pressed his lips against Ichigo's and was rewarded with a soft moan as he slipped his tongue in. He ran it along the inside of his cheek and caressed the roof of his mouth. Ichigo melted against him and he slowly slid his hands up under his shirt, rubbing the muscles of his back lightly. Every move was cautious and careful. He'd gotten this far, but Ichigo was obviously nervous and he didn't want to scare him away.
Sliding the sweatshirt off, he reached down and gripped the edge of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Ichigo raised his arms to allow it. After it was tossed aside, he cupped Shirosaki's face in his hands. The albino stopped for a moment and he blinked as Ichigo rested his forehead against his own. They stared into each other's eyes, their noses nearly touching. It was if he were looking for something, but Shiro had no idea what it might be. Ichigo seemed satisfied with what he saw and leaned in to lightly bite his bottom lip. Shirosaki shivered. For someone who'd never done this before, he seemed to be picking it up rather quickly.
There was a slight pause as pale hands reached to unclasp Ichigo's belt. He stopped for a moment and held the chocolate gaze with his own golden eyes before continuing. At the slight nod he continued, pressing his lips against Ichigo's forehead as he pulled down the zipper one tooth at a time. He could see his arousal through the relatively thin fabric of his boxers. His own pressed against the inside of his jeans, the pressure slightly distracting but not unpleasant.
Pulling off his shoes and socks, Ichigo lay back and lifted his hips to allow his pants to be slid down the length of his long, lean legs. Clenching his hands in the fabric, Shirosaki took in the sight of him lying in his bed clad only in his boxers. He let out a deep sigh and let the pants drop forgotten to the floor. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he saw Ichigo watching him intently. Lifting up the hem of his own shirt, he pulled it up slowly to reveal the pale skin of his toned chest. He could see Ichigo's chest move a little faster as his breath quickened. He took his time as he undressed, drawing the actions out with a painful slowness. Ichigo shifted a little on the bed in anticipation. It was probably mean to tease him like this, but Shirosaki couldn't seem to help it. Only when he knelt completely bare on the blanket did he crawl forward to press the long line of his body against the young man lying on the bed. He could feel him trembling slightly beneath him. Pressing his lips to his collar bone, he gave him one last out.
"You're sure about this." Ichigo didn't say anything, and he was afraid that it was going to be over before it started. He nearly pushed himself up off of him, but Ichigo's arms came around his back to pull him down and hold him tight. Shiro let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Ichigo buried his face in the pale skin of his neck, kissing lightly before mumbling.
"Not a chance you freaking tease."
Shiro laughed against his throat, his whole body shaking with the sound. Ichigo let out a small gasp as their erections rubbed against each other. Only a thin barrier of fabric kept them from touching skin to skin.
"All right then." Starting at Ichigo's hips, he trailed his fingertips up Ichigo's sides, reveling in the feel of his muscles quivering beneath his touch. He laid is lips against a tan shoulder, sucking the skin and grazing it lightly with his teeth. Ichigo stretched under him, unable to hold still. He let out a small sound as a wet trail was drawn up his neck and along his jaw by Shirosaki's tongue. When cool fingers slid beneath the waistband of his boxers, he jumped a little. The tingling that had been steadily growing in his groin burst in a flood of sensation when Shiro touched his length lightly. Ichigo bucked into his hand and he let out a small breathy whine when he pulled away.
Shirosaki pulled down his boxers to leave him bare and pressed himself back against him. Ichigo was again reminded of the dream he had, but it was a pale shadow in comparison to what he felt right now. He explored Shiro's skin with his fingers as touches against his own body sent sparks of sensation along his spine. As he ran his hands up the albino's back, he felt small indentations across his right shoulder blade. Following them down, they seemed trail down diagonally across his back all the way to his left side. He didn't seem to notice Shirosaki tense above him.
