[ Ichigo isn't like those jerks who dominate and assault people weaker than themselves, women, children, he hates people like that and would gladly cut down every single one of them, if it took him his whole life, right? He listens and he watches, and you don't need a degree in anything to conclude from Byakuya's broken reply, the way he pulls Ichigo closer and buries his face near his shoulder, that he's falling behind and fast. And since it would be unfair to expect someone who can't run any further to speed up, Ichigo slows down instead, loosening his grip on the other man's cock just slightly, making it more of a soft hold, soft glide, patient, slow. He keeps it simple, but he also keeps it up. Byakuya is slowing down, but he isn't drawing to a halt, there's a difference and it matters.
Leaning in, he kisses the exposed column of Byakuya's neck, where his hair isn't obscuring everything, long, inky trails of black falling around his head, shoulders. He holds him close with his free arm, rubs his skin like he would a scared kid. He gets it, okay. He really does. ]
You know who the first guy was I jerked off to? [ He keeps up the slower pace of his hand, but doesn't remove it. It wasn't Chad, the Chad-thing came after, while the Quincy War raged and he was struggling to save any of the others. No, the only time Ichigo ever had time to jerk off to the thought of any guys was while he was powerless and on his own. Life's weird that way. ] It was you. I was freakin' mortified, Byakuya, when I ran into you later. [ A long silence. His breathing comes out in quick, harsh puffs of air. ] At least this? We're doing this together.
[ He's reminding himself of the speech he held for the other man many years ago, after saving Rukia, during their fight, then, about little sisters and big brothers and in the same way, he's giving out a piece of himself now to try and touch a piece of Byakuya. Feels fitting. Feels full-circle. Ichigo draws in a deep, hard breath, his cock jerking between his legs, because the air comes loaded with musk and sweat and precum.
Byakuya's scent. ]
I'm glad it turned out to be you in the end. The first time.
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Leaning in, he kisses the exposed column of Byakuya's neck, where his hair isn't obscuring everything, long, inky trails of black falling around his head, shoulders. He holds him close with his free arm, rubs his skin like he would a scared kid. He gets it, okay. He really does. ]
You know who the first guy was I jerked off to? [ He keeps up the slower pace of his hand, but doesn't remove it. It wasn't Chad, the Chad-thing came after, while the Quincy War raged and he was struggling to save any of the others. No, the only time Ichigo ever had time to jerk off to the thought of any guys was while he was powerless and on his own. Life's weird that way. ] It was you. I was freakin' mortified, Byakuya, when I ran into you later. [ A long silence. His breathing comes out in quick, harsh puffs of air. ] At least this? We're doing this together.
[ He's reminding himself of the speech he held for the other man many years ago, after saving Rukia, during their fight, then, about little sisters and big brothers and in the same way, he's giving out a piece of himself now to try and touch a piece of Byakuya. Feels fitting. Feels full-circle. Ichigo draws in a deep, hard breath, his cock jerking between his legs, because the air comes loaded with musk and sweat and precum.
Byakuya's scent. ]
I'm glad it turned out to be you in the end. The first time.