[He didn't care how this was all making the demon feel-Ichigo was too busy hating everything about his damn touch, the way his fingers brought both a pleasant heat and a shameful pain with every little movement inside. At how Zerig looked so damned pleased that Ichigo was still struggling, still defiant to the last.
He doesn't even notice the other demon approach, too busy glaring up at the leader, the reason for all of this. If looks could kill, Zerig would have been dead multiple times over by now, and he hates that he knows that fact alone probably only makes the demon more excited.
I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you and If I could get these fucking cuffs off I'd kill you all right here-
Then the rough tangle of fingers in his hair makes him gasp in surprise, the sheer fury in his gaze being broken as his face is forcibly rubbed in the other demon's crotch, the hardness of the erection there poking against his cheek and making him give an uncontrolled shudder.
Nero. Who the hell named these guys?, he can't stop himself from thinking-even as Zerig pulls away to finally begin undressing himself. Ichigo grits his teeth-and tries one last time to resist, raising his hands to push away at Nero's legs, trying to angle his head away as much as the hand in his hair will allow-and at the same time attempting to rise off of his knees and onto his feet.
At the very least, even if this was going to happen...no one could say he didn't try to fight it.]
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He doesn't even notice the other demon approach, too busy glaring up at the leader, the reason for all of this. If looks could kill, Zerig would have been dead multiple times over by now, and he hates that he knows that fact alone probably only makes the demon more excited.
I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you and If I could get these fucking cuffs off I'd kill you all right here-
Then the rough tangle of fingers in his hair makes him gasp in surprise, the sheer fury in his gaze being broken as his face is forcibly rubbed in the other demon's crotch, the hardness of the erection there poking against his cheek and making him give an uncontrolled shudder.
Nero. Who the hell named these guys?, he can't stop himself from thinking-even as Zerig pulls away to finally begin undressing himself. Ichigo grits his teeth-and tries one last time to resist, raising his hands to push away at Nero's legs, trying to angle his head away as much as the hand in his hair will allow-and at the same time attempting to rise off of his knees and onto his feet.
At the very least, even if this was going to happen...no one could say he didn't try to fight it.]