[ Ichigo presses down against him for a moment, until he doesn't - instead, he stops himself. Byakuya's quite preoccupied with the feeling of his hands in his hair (gentle, he thinks, in a way that feels oddly grounding) and so, it's a good thing that he tells him to wait, verbally, or he might have missed the signs. Blinking, he glances down at Ichigo's face, pressed in against his shoulder, the blush climbing up his cheeks and down his throat very noticeable against his pale skin. He sounds embarrassed.
The thought makes something within his chest soften, the urgency giving way momentarily to something slower. With a small huff of breath, he leans in again, lips brushing the nape of his neck and slipping through the strands of his hair. He remembers for the first time tonight that Ichigo is quite young, not just young in terms of human years but in terms of being a man, too. Of what it entails for most, if not all (the fact is, becoming a captain in the Gotei 13 immediately annuls nearly all chances of an active sex life - or it used to, anyway, before the last war; their current Captain-Commander runs them all at a different pace, for better and for worse).
But of course, Ichigo has been fighting wars for the past many years and when you fight wars the way he does, the way they've all had to, other things are naturally pushed into the background. Not a big loss when you have hundreds upon hundreds of years to enjoy the peace times when they come - provided, of course, that they don't just make you restless.
In terms of a human life, the math is altogether different. ]
Then take them off.
[ He runs his other hand down Ichigo's side, grasping the hem of his underwear and pushing at them, perhaps a little bit impatiently. Whenever he moves, he can feel him against his body, his scent imprinting itself upon his senses more and more, for every minute that passes. He wants more of it, all of it, now that they've both decided to run the risks. To do so together, something that used to be a foreign concept back in the day - before Ichigo came along, actually, and changed the rules for all of them. ]
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The thought makes something within his chest soften, the urgency giving way momentarily to something slower. With a small huff of breath, he leans in again, lips brushing the nape of his neck and slipping through the strands of his hair. He remembers for the first time tonight that Ichigo is quite young, not just young in terms of human years but in terms of being a man, too. Of what it entails for most, if not all (the fact is, becoming a captain in the Gotei 13 immediately annuls nearly all chances of an active sex life - or it used to, anyway, before the last war; their current Captain-Commander runs them all at a different pace, for better and for worse).
But of course, Ichigo has been fighting wars for the past many years and when you fight wars the way he does, the way they've all had to, other things are naturally pushed into the background. Not a big loss when you have hundreds upon hundreds of years to enjoy the peace times when they come - provided, of course, that they don't just make you restless.
In terms of a human life, the math is altogether different. ]
Then take them off.
[ He runs his other hand down Ichigo's side, grasping the hem of his underwear and pushing at them, perhaps a little bit impatiently. Whenever he moves, he can feel him against his body, his scent imprinting itself upon his senses more and more, for every minute that passes. He wants more of it, all of it, now that they've both decided to run the risks. To do so together, something that used to be a foreign concept back in the day - before Ichigo came along, actually, and changed the rules for all of them. ]