[ While they kiss, Ichigo follows the veins along the underside of Byakuya's cock with his slickened thumb, the wetness making the glide easy and smooth. Just feeling him this way, knowing that... this is Byakuya's cock. This is a part of him Ichigo is allowed to touch... He breathes out raggedly in against his lips, opening up and taking Byakuya's tongue in turn when it's offered him, pushing past his lips and filling his mouth. He feels overwhelmed by all that proximity. Not too much, just... a lot, right? It's a lot.
Then, Byakuya slicks up the head of his cock by running his palm over it on the next upstroke, and Ichigo pulls out of the kiss to moan, his voice hoarse, broken, his hips urging forward into the feeling of his hand. The slit... Shit... Ichigo feels more than sees Byakuya leaning his head against his shoulder, burying his face into him and shakily, with his non-working hand, keeping up with his other, mirroring Byakuya now, too, rubbing at the head with the same smooth, easy glide, Ichigo folds his arm around his neck, holding him close.
It's good. Being touched like this... is good, but the implications are better, that he isn't alone, that this is something he can do with someone, and not just anyone either. Byakuya.
His balls are drawing up and for a moment, he feels like he's floating mid-step, then Ichigo feels his orgasm wash over him, like a wave, big, tsunami-like, and he bends his neck to press his face into the side of Byakuya's head, groaning loudly as he spends himself in his grip, hips working against his hand, his touch. His hair is so stupidly soft. It smells like him, his scent with sweat and everything hanging in Ichigo's nostrils. His cock is pulsing, spewing cum everywhere, leaving him to feel wrought inside and out.
Give him a break. This is the first time with someone else... His body is shaking from the outlet. There's a moment when he doesn't think there'll be anything left afterwards.
Though, he knows, of course there will. He'll make sure there is. There has to be. ]
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Then, Byakuya slicks up the head of his cock by running his palm over it on the next upstroke, and Ichigo pulls out of the kiss to moan, his voice hoarse, broken, his hips urging forward into the feeling of his hand. The slit... Shit... Ichigo feels more than sees Byakuya leaning his head against his shoulder, burying his face into him and shakily, with his non-working hand, keeping up with his other, mirroring Byakuya now, too, rubbing at the head with the same smooth, easy glide, Ichigo folds his arm around his neck, holding him close.
It's good. Being touched like this... is good, but the implications are better, that he isn't alone, that this is something he can do with someone, and not just anyone either. Byakuya.
His balls are drawing up and for a moment, he feels like he's floating mid-step, then Ichigo feels his orgasm wash over him, like a wave, big, tsunami-like, and he bends his neck to press his face into the side of Byakuya's head, groaning loudly as he spends himself in his grip, hips working against his hand, his touch. His hair is so stupidly soft. It smells like him, his scent with sweat and everything hanging in Ichigo's nostrils. His cock is pulsing, spewing cum everywhere, leaving him to feel wrought inside and out.
Give him a break. This is the first time with someone else... His body is shaking from the outlet. There's a moment when he doesn't think there'll be anything left afterwards.
Though, he knows, of course there will. He'll make sure there is. There has to be. ]