[ True to Ichigo's temper, the mood shifts with an apparent abruptness that doesn't shock him, not with what he knows now - all that tension, after all, must go somewhere and Ichigo, he realises, is the type to hold himself back with his willpower until the coast is clear and he deems it safe enough to let things go. Even when he's trembling with it, he'll keep himself contained - perhaps that's the only way to be so powerful and not destroy the world with your own potential. Byakuya wouldn't know. Though he's powerful, more than most captains now, with their ranks decimated in the wake of the war, he has never had what Ichigo has.
He thinks about that as he lets the other man back him up against the door, kissing him back though the kiss is much too light for his liking - before he can deepen it, however, Ichigo drops to his knees and Byakuya blinks into the now-empty air, his mind busy saving the image of that smile, warm and mischievous. That was a precious gift, for sure.
Between his legs, Ichigo has started undoing his trousers and this time around, as opposed to the first, Byakuya simply lets himself catch up in his own time, reaching for the other man's hair and running his fingers through it slowly. He digs his fingertips in, feeling his scalp underneath, hot to the touch. Been thinking about sucking your cock says Ichigo, like that's a perfectly normal thing to say and Byakuya's toes curl in response, his cock apparently taking Ichigo's words as a spoken directive - it goes from half-way there to fully hard whilst Ichigo's holding it.
Groaning, voice low and breathy, he looks at Ichigo's wet lips and licks his own without even thinking about it. ]
As you can see - [ He forces himself not to thrust forward into Ichigo's grip as he's fairly certain he'd end up hitting him on the nose with the tip of his cock - he'll save that for a day when he's in the mood to make a point. ] - I'm not opposed.
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He thinks about that as he lets the other man back him up against the door, kissing him back though the kiss is much too light for his liking - before he can deepen it, however, Ichigo drops to his knees and Byakuya blinks into the now-empty air, his mind busy saving the image of that smile, warm and mischievous. That was a precious gift, for sure.
Between his legs, Ichigo has started undoing his trousers and this time around, as opposed to the first, Byakuya simply lets himself catch up in his own time, reaching for the other man's hair and running his fingers through it slowly. He digs his fingertips in, feeling his scalp underneath, hot to the touch. Been thinking about sucking your cock says Ichigo, like that's a perfectly normal thing to say and Byakuya's toes curl in response, his cock apparently taking Ichigo's words as a spoken directive - it goes from half-way there to fully hard whilst Ichigo's holding it.
Groaning, voice low and breathy, he looks at Ichigo's wet lips and licks his own without even thinking about it. ]
As you can see - [ He forces himself not to thrust forward into Ichigo's grip as he's fairly certain he'd end up hitting him on the nose with the tip of his cock - he'll save that for a day when he's in the mood to make a point. ] - I'm not opposed.