[ Byakuya gives him a blank stare at that admittance, on the verge of pointing out that Ichigo tends to do things for the first time with more success than those who've done it a million times over. But that kind of dryness isn't right for this situation. The magnitude of those words...
Another first, though this time they aren't entirely aligned.
He flattens his hand against the back of Ichigo's head, giving him something to balance against. ]
I - ah.
[ His words are cut off, the sentence disintegrating into a harsh moan as Ichigo leans in and licks the underside of his cock, all the way to the sensitive spot right beneath the head. For a moment, Byakuya is struck completely speechless by the combination of the sight - Ichigo, on his knees in front of him, gazing up from where he's licking his cock, oh, Gods - and the sensation of wet pressure, the heat of his breath. He shifts on his heels, spreading his legs more, mostly to balance himself better against the door. He swallows harshly and tries again: ]
I'm honoured.
[ When Ichigo spoke those words to him years (and years, so it feels) back upon being presented with Senbonzakura's true form, Byakuya had been entirely intent on killing him, a stubborn, foolish part of him still wholly believing that he had to, that there was no other viable alternative. At that time, there'd been a natural edge to Ichigo's words that's entirely lacking in Byakuya's now, his voice airy, earnest. He cups Ichigo's chin with his other hand, running his fingers down the side of his chin, stroking the soft skin beneath his ear. ]
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Another first, though this time they aren't entirely aligned.
He flattens his hand against the back of Ichigo's head, giving him something to balance against. ]
I - ah.
[ His words are cut off, the sentence disintegrating into a harsh moan as Ichigo leans in and licks the underside of his cock, all the way to the sensitive spot right beneath the head. For a moment, Byakuya is struck completely speechless by the combination of the sight - Ichigo, on his knees in front of him, gazing up from where he's licking his cock, oh, Gods - and the sensation of wet pressure, the heat of his breath. He shifts on his heels, spreading his legs more, mostly to balance himself better against the door. He swallows harshly and tries again: ]
I'm honoured.
[ When Ichigo spoke those words to him years (and years, so it feels) back upon being presented with Senbonzakura's true form, Byakuya had been entirely intent on killing him, a stubborn, foolish part of him still wholly believing that he had to, that there was no other viable alternative. At that time, there'd been a natural edge to Ichigo's words that's entirely lacking in Byakuya's now, his voice airy, earnest. He cups Ichigo's chin with his other hand, running his fingers down the side of his chin, stroking the soft skin beneath his ear. ]