[ Byakuya's lips feel like soft brushes along his neck, through his hair and Ichigo closes his eyes at the feeling of it, of him simply saying to take them off, then, his boxers, so he does, even if the other man has already started in, pushing at the waistband impatiently. Ichigo smiles, loopsided and pushes at Byakuya's hands, meaning mind your own business, raising his head from his shoulder finally to nod down the man's front. ]
You, too. Come on.
[ It's not really that Byakuya needs telling, supposedly they teach you some level of management skills in the Gotei 13, if he doesn't simply leave all the actual work up to Renji, which is sure what it looks like from the outside sometimes, whenever Renji talks about it at their rare meet-ups. Not that Renji means anything along those lines, of course.
Ichigo likes the idea of Byakuya making comfortable like that. however.
For now, he's getting out of his night-trousers as well, and having already pushed his own boxers down and off, kicking them off into the dark on the floor, Ichigo follows his progress with hungry eyes, staring unashamedly at every new inch of skin that is laid bare. His own lower body feels taught and his cock is rock-hard, curving against his abdomen. It occurs to him on an afterthought that's luckily easily forgotten, that his dad's gonna murder them. Ichigo, definitely, for being into men and Byakuya, he's gonna guess, for being the man he's into.
It doesn't matter. Not right now.
Scoffing hard, he inches closer as soon as Byakuya is naked, aligns their bodies again and pushes up against his hip, just as impatiently as Byakuya was before. He catches his mouth again, groaning in against it at the friction.
Blindly, but without fumbling, Ichigo reaches up and, drawing back from the kiss, holding Byakuya's gaze all the while, licks his palm, sucking at his own fingers noisily. Then, he reaches for his cock, fingers skirting down over his stomach as his hand comes down to wrap around the shaft loosely, wetly. ]
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You, too. Come on.
[ It's not really that Byakuya needs telling, supposedly they teach you some level of management skills in the Gotei 13, if he doesn't simply leave all the actual work up to Renji, which is sure what it looks like from the outside sometimes, whenever Renji talks about it at their rare meet-ups. Not that Renji means anything along those lines, of course.
Ichigo likes the idea of Byakuya making comfortable like that. however.
For now, he's getting out of his night-trousers as well, and having already pushed his own boxers down and off, kicking them off into the dark on the floor, Ichigo follows his progress with hungry eyes, staring unashamedly at every new inch of skin that is laid bare. His own lower body feels taught and his cock is rock-hard, curving against his abdomen. It occurs to him on an afterthought that's luckily easily forgotten, that his dad's gonna murder them. Ichigo, definitely, for being into men and Byakuya, he's gonna guess, for being the man he's into.
It doesn't matter. Not right now.
Scoffing hard, he inches closer as soon as Byakuya is naked, aligns their bodies again and pushes up against his hip, just as impatiently as Byakuya was before. He catches his mouth again, groaning in against it at the friction.
Blindly, but without fumbling, Ichigo reaches up and, drawing back from the kiss, holding Byakuya's gaze all the while, licks his palm, sucking at his own fingers noisily. Then, he reaches for his cock, fingers skirting down over his stomach as his hand comes down to wrap around the shaft loosely, wetly. ]
That all right? Byakuya.
[ Ichigo did say, he wanted to feel him. ]