[ Ichigo isn't used to having the time to waste on this kind of softness, despite having made way for it before, forcibly, even though you'd think having to clear a road by violence annuls softness on its own, right? Nothing is annulled here. As if grateful for the time Ichigo is affording him, Byakuya eventually kicks back into action, leaning back againt the mattress and staring straight up into Ichigo's face at his admittance.
I have thought about you in other ways, he says and it occurs to Ichigo, then, that maybe, between them, Byakuya is even newer to the whole sleeping with another man thing. He was married to Hisana-san before. Then, he was grieving.
And Ichigo knows how grief can work, sometimes.
His expression softens and he keeps up the steady movement of his hand in response, because he likes the way it adds taughtness and a hitch to Byakuya's voice. Never heard him sound that way before, did he? Never heard him say anything like what he's telling him now. Not even when he was dying. He said he was ashamed.
Now, he says he was hopeful.
Ichigo's stomach clenches and he watches, wide-eyed, as the other man reaches up his hand and spits in his palm, twice, the sound each time making his cock feel wet at the tip and throbbing. Then, he reaches back down and folds his fingers around Ichigo's cock, the slickness and heat of his fingers actually making Ichigo's toes curl. He grunts, feels his hips push into it, desperately. Hungrily.
Something inside him softened beyond words, Ichigo licks his lips and lifts his chin, staring into Byakuya's calm eyes and he almost can't take it, it's almost too much and with everything Ichigo has survived at this point? Byakuya should get a freakin' medal.
With a groan, he pushes in against the other man and takes his mouth again, kissing him wetly, open-mouthed, tongue, wanting. On Byakuya's cock, his hand speeds up slightly again, though there's none of the almost harsh forward motion that characterised his initial approach.
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I have thought about you in other ways, he says and it occurs to Ichigo, then, that maybe, between them, Byakuya is even newer to the whole sleeping with another man thing. He was married to Hisana-san before. Then, he was grieving.
And Ichigo knows how grief can work, sometimes.
His expression softens and he keeps up the steady movement of his hand in response, because he likes the way it adds taughtness and a hitch to Byakuya's voice. Never heard him sound that way before, did he? Never heard him say anything like what he's telling him now. Not even when he was dying. He said he was ashamed.
Now, he says he was hopeful.
Ichigo's stomach clenches and he watches, wide-eyed, as the other man reaches up his hand and spits in his palm, twice, the sound each time making his cock feel wet at the tip and throbbing. Then, he reaches back down and folds his fingers around Ichigo's cock, the slickness and heat of his fingers actually making Ichigo's toes curl. He grunts, feels his hips push into it, desperately. Hungrily.
Something inside him softened beyond words, Ichigo licks his lips and lifts his chin, staring into Byakuya's calm eyes and he almost can't take it, it's almost too much and with everything Ichigo has survived at this point? Byakuya should get a freakin' medal.
With a groan, he pushes in against the other man and takes his mouth again, kissing him wetly, open-mouthed, tongue, wanting. On Byakuya's cock, his hand speeds up slightly again, though there's none of the almost harsh forward motion that characterised his initial approach.
Ichigo is a fast learner. ]