[ He sounds good this way, Ichigo decides. Not any less inarticulate, but panting and breathing so harshly, it sounds like his intakes of air are hardly even connected, it's somehow understandable.
Shifting on his knees, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight where the denim is stretching out across his hard cock, Ichigo has no intentions of stopping. He can feel Byakuya running for the edge, right, the way he tightens his grip in his hair, the hood of his shirt, the way he actually stutters when saying, just a moment more - and groaning deep in his throat, Ichigo feels the way the other man pushes back against him, forcing himself just a bit further into his mouth, though he isn't being a jerk about it, at least.
He pushes his tongue up against the underside of Byakuya's cock, gets the spot beneath the head on the other man's small instroke, following the rhythm he's seeking, bobbing his head a few times, faster, harder, hollowing his cheeks and sucking around the head, just as the whole thing is about to pop out of his mouth. It sounds wet and sloppy. Ichigo likes that. So he does it again.
If Byakuya is gonna cum in his mouth, that's fine, he wants him to. He wants him to leave some part of himself behind, before he pulls out. Ichigo knows this hotel room is for the night, probably, it's not gonna last forever. But the memory of Byakuya's cum, on his tongue, the feel of it, the taste - those things are gonna stay with him.
That's why he just sucks harder, continuing to move his head in time with Byakuya's careful thrusts, following the motion with his hand around the base of his cock as well. ]
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Shifting on his knees, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight where the denim is stretching out across his hard cock, Ichigo has no intentions of stopping. He can feel Byakuya running for the edge, right, the way he tightens his grip in his hair, the hood of his shirt, the way he actually stutters when saying, just a moment more - and groaning deep in his throat, Ichigo feels the way the other man pushes back against him, forcing himself just a bit further into his mouth, though he isn't being a jerk about it, at least.
He pushes his tongue up against the underside of Byakuya's cock, gets the spot beneath the head on the other man's small instroke, following the rhythm he's seeking, bobbing his head a few times, faster, harder, hollowing his cheeks and sucking around the head, just as the whole thing is about to pop out of his mouth. It sounds wet and sloppy. Ichigo likes that. So he does it again.
If Byakuya is gonna cum in his mouth, that's fine, he wants him to. He wants him to leave some part of himself behind, before he pulls out. Ichigo knows this hotel room is for the night, probably, it's not gonna last forever. But the memory of Byakuya's cum, on his tongue, the feel of it, the taste - those things are gonna stay with him.
That's why he just sucks harder, continuing to move his head in time with Byakuya's careful thrusts, following the motion with his hand around the base of his cock as well. ]