[ I'm honoured, says the man who showed him the true form of his Zanpakuto, expecting to kill him, although Ichigo had told him those exact words, different edge to them back then, right, and survived. If not won, if not winning multiple times over. Byakuya sure gave him enough chances. His heart hadn't really been in it.
Now, Ichigo feels Byakuya's fingers stroke the side of his face, from his chin to his ear and leans into the touch slightly, still mouthing at his cock eagerly. They're both older. Lots of things have changed in the meantime, including the feeling. It's different now, plenty of heart, huh. Plenty of conviction. This isn't the part that Ichigo's unsure about, let's be real, this is the easy part, drawing back to lick his lips again before dipping his head and catching the head of Byakuya's cock in his mouth, sucking it down along his tongue noisily, the difficult part is all the rest. His classes, proceeding without him right now, as he sits here on this hotel floor and gives Byakuya a blowjob rather than being in attendance, his family, his dad, shit, his friends... Those are the difficult aspects of sucking Byakuya's cock like this.
Not pushing his tongue up along the underside or feeling for the freakin' girth of him, as he fills up his mouth, making his lips feel swollen and taut. Wrapped tight around his shaft. Ichigo moans, drawing back before the head hits further back, knowing that's gonna trigger his gag reflex and not really feeling up for retching all over Byakuya as it's getting good.
With one hand, he supports himself against the wall on the right of Byakuya's hip. With the other, he's angling up his cock for better access, taking him in at least an inch or two deeper the second time, though still shallow enough not to set himself off. Not particularly big on that idea, yeah.
He wants it to feel constant, like a build-up, like a current. It can grow stronger, but it can't stop. Some things are like that, too. ]
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Now, Ichigo feels Byakuya's fingers stroke the side of his face, from his chin to his ear and leans into the touch slightly, still mouthing at his cock eagerly. They're both older. Lots of things have changed in the meantime, including the feeling. It's different now, plenty of heart, huh. Plenty of conviction. This isn't the part that Ichigo's unsure about, let's be real, this is the easy part, drawing back to lick his lips again before dipping his head and catching the head of Byakuya's cock in his mouth, sucking it down along his tongue noisily, the difficult part is all the rest. His classes, proceeding without him right now, as he sits here on this hotel floor and gives Byakuya a blowjob rather than being in attendance, his family, his dad, shit, his friends... Those are the difficult aspects of sucking Byakuya's cock like this.
Not pushing his tongue up along the underside or feeling for the freakin' girth of him, as he fills up his mouth, making his lips feel swollen and taut. Wrapped tight around his shaft. Ichigo moans, drawing back before the head hits further back, knowing that's gonna trigger his gag reflex and not really feeling up for retching all over Byakuya as it's getting good.
With one hand, he supports himself against the wall on the right of Byakuya's hip. With the other, he's angling up his cock for better access, taking him in at least an inch or two deeper the second time, though still shallow enough not to set himself off. Not particularly big on that idea, yeah.
He wants it to feel constant, like a build-up, like a current. It can grow stronger, but it can't stop. Some things are like that, too. ]