You know... [ Ichigo's voice sounds breathy, with how he isn't really filling his lungs right at this point, his chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks over Byakuya's cock, the long, slim lines of it, veins, the colour, the roundness of the head. His own cock is so hard already it hurts. ] I haven't done this before.
[ Unlike last time, he kinda wants Byakuya to know he's going into this completely blind. Untrained. It seems a bit more relevant when he's putting his genitals in his mouth, opposed to jerking him off which he does have some experience on on himself, because his mouth has teeth and... yeah. He frowns, feels the other man's fingers thread slowly, deliberately through his hair. There's something calming about it.
He takes a long, deep breath, thinks here goes and opens as wide as he can with his teeth still somewhat safely tucked away behind his lips. Although part of him really wants to just go for the head, he remembers how Byakuya had needed the gradual, slow introduction last time and maybe it'd be overpowering. He doesn't wanna do that to him. Not when he smells so nice of musk and skin and sweat and Ichigo is all but drooling for him.
So, he tilts his head to one side and mouths his way up the underside of the other man's cock, the taste of him hitting the back of his tongue starkly, making him groan, as Ichigo licks and applies pressure with his tongue over the veins and the transition betweem shaft and head, sucking there wetly. There's a string there that he usually likes getting on himself.
Does it work the same on everyone? Damn if he knows. He'll find out, supposedly. Head askew, he glances sideways up at Byakuya, his drool pooling everywhere at the base of his cock now. ]
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[ Unlike last time, he kinda wants Byakuya to know he's going into this completely blind. Untrained. It seems a bit more relevant when he's putting his genitals in his mouth, opposed to jerking him off which he does have some experience on on himself, because his mouth has teeth and... yeah. He frowns, feels the other man's fingers thread slowly, deliberately through his hair. There's something calming about it.
He takes a long, deep breath, thinks here goes and opens as wide as he can with his teeth still somewhat safely tucked away behind his lips. Although part of him really wants to just go for the head, he remembers how Byakuya had needed the gradual, slow introduction last time and maybe it'd be overpowering. He doesn't wanna do that to him. Not when he smells so nice of musk and skin and sweat and Ichigo is all but drooling for him.
So, he tilts his head to one side and mouths his way up the underside of the other man's cock, the taste of him hitting the back of his tongue starkly, making him groan, as Ichigo licks and applies pressure with his tongue over the veins and the transition betweem shaft and head, sucking there wetly. There's a string there that he usually likes getting on himself.
Does it work the same on everyone? Damn if he knows. He'll find out, supposedly. Head askew, he glances sideways up at Byakuya, his drool pooling everywhere at the base of his cock now. ]