[ The hotel is nice. As in really nice, price range insane. Ichigo realises, as he walks down the hallway towards the room next to the other man, that he probably shouldn't be surprised this is the kind of hotel that Byakuya would choose for himself when it isn't Renji putting in the reservations or Ichigo's admittedly mostly empty student pockets paying for it. This is like the Kuchiki Mansion, but in style with the World of the Living. Same picture.
The walk here has been undergone in tense silence, Ichigo waking close to him, but not too close, non-disclosure kinda distance, right? It's felt weird somehow, wanting so much to reach out and touch him, while thinking about his cock, about ways to make him feel good, and not doing it. Remembering how he'd felt against Ichigo's skin and not trying to rekindle that feeling.
So, once they've stepped inside and the elegant, discreet door has opened behind them with a click of the locking mechanism, Ichigo turns towards Byakuya, too, looks him up and down once, twice, slowly, figuring that he probably knows how to open a pair of jeans that aren't his own. Figuring that otherwise, he'll learn it fast, yeah?
He backs him up against the shut door in two steps, crowding him against the hard surface with an arm on either side of his head. Like that, they're standing so close, his breath feels moist and hot against Byakuya's chin, lips, Ichigo kisses him lightly on the lips, sends him a crooked smile and then, unceremoniously, drops to his knees in front of him.
While he reaches for his belt, buttons, zipper, Ichigo's breath stutters out of him, faint and uneven. He has definitely been thinking about this. All seven days since last time, and he unzips Byakuya fast and efficiently, fingers freeing his cock from his boxerbriefs, angling him upwards slightly. He's not completely hard, but that's okay. It's gonna come. Ichigo's sure.
Same smile, slightly lifted eyebrow, he says: ]
Been thinking about sucking your cock since I saw you come out of the shower like that back in Kyoto. [ He licks his lips in an attempt to feel for how wet he can make himself, how much he can slick up. ] Should've done it then, but it's fine. We have time now.
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The walk here has been undergone in tense silence, Ichigo waking close to him, but not too close, non-disclosure kinda distance, right? It's felt weird somehow, wanting so much to reach out and touch him, while thinking about his cock, about ways to make him feel good, and not doing it. Remembering how he'd felt against Ichigo's skin and not trying to rekindle that feeling.
So, once they've stepped inside and the elegant, discreet door has opened behind them with a click of the locking mechanism, Ichigo turns towards Byakuya, too, looks him up and down once, twice, slowly, figuring that he probably knows how to open a pair of jeans that aren't his own. Figuring that otherwise, he'll learn it fast, yeah?
He backs him up against the shut door in two steps, crowding him against the hard surface with an arm on either side of his head. Like that, they're standing so close, his breath feels moist and hot against Byakuya's chin, lips, Ichigo kisses him lightly on the lips, sends him a crooked smile and then, unceremoniously, drops to his knees in front of him.
While he reaches for his belt, buttons, zipper, Ichigo's breath stutters out of him, faint and uneven. He has definitely been thinking about this. All seven days since last time, and he unzips Byakuya fast and efficiently, fingers freeing his cock from his boxerbriefs, angling him upwards slightly. He's not completely hard, but that's okay. It's gonna come. Ichigo's sure.
Same smile, slightly lifted eyebrow, he says: ]
Been thinking about sucking your cock since I saw you come out of the shower like that back in Kyoto. [ He licks his lips in an attempt to feel for how wet he can make himself, how much he can slick up. ] Should've done it then, but it's fine. We have time now.