[ Oh. Oh. Ichigo doesn't draw back at all - and he must have understood, surely, even with Byakuya's currently less-than-impressive coherency. Does that mean he intends to - eyes shut, he feels himself sinking rapidly into the sensations around his cock, the tightness of Ichigo's mouth as he pushes in, draws back out. His thoughts refuse to be gathered, to make any sort of sense. He makes a last, somewhat desperate attempt to do the proper thing and draw back but then, Ichigo makes a particularly lewd, wet sound and sucks him even harder and honestly, though it might be crude of him, he can't help it. Gasping loudly, he feels his balls tightening up in that tell-tale way of no return and then, grasping onto the back of Ichigo's head and forcing himself with untold will-power not to hold him still, he pushes in the slightest amount and comes on his tongue.
His orgasm washes over him and his knees do buckle now as he spends himself in a few, harsh spurts, a wave of relaxation following immediately after. Eyelids fluttering, he grabs onto Ichigo's shoulders with both hands and tries not to sink to the floor, his mind refusing the indignity of collapsing whilst his body doesn't understand what pride is in any capacity at this very moment. He takes a few, ragged breaths and rolls back onto his heels sloppily, his cock slipping from Ichigo's mouth and leaving strings of cum across his lips.
For a long, long moment he can't speak at all. He just stares down at the other man, vision feeling almost foggy, the flood of pleasure growing only slowly less overwhelming. He realises that Ichigo in front of him by his feet is a sight that feels complicated - on one hand, just the thought of him doing this, giving himself like this is almost impossibly enticing, he probably won't be thinking about much else for the next several days which will be an amusing novelty at work.
But on the other...
His gaze glides lazily from Ichigo to the bed by the window. Then, back to Ichigo on the floor, crouched, his lips swollen and his pupils blown wide. ]
Please get up now.
[ He drops his own trousers and underwear on the floor, toeing out of his shoes and socks with an elegance that doesn't go with how uncoordinated he feels, his limbs so light that they feel nearly empty. It doesn't matter to him where his clothes go - on the floor, in a pile, in several piles, either way. As he shrugs out of his shirt, he keeps his gaze on Ichigo the entire time. He thinks about the bed again.
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His orgasm washes over him and his knees do buckle now as he spends himself in a few, harsh spurts, a wave of relaxation following immediately after. Eyelids fluttering, he grabs onto Ichigo's shoulders with both hands and tries not to sink to the floor, his mind refusing the indignity of collapsing whilst his body doesn't understand what pride is in any capacity at this very moment. He takes a few, ragged breaths and rolls back onto his heels sloppily, his cock slipping from Ichigo's mouth and leaving strings of cum across his lips.
For a long, long moment he can't speak at all. He just stares down at the other man, vision feeling almost foggy, the flood of pleasure growing only slowly less overwhelming. He realises that Ichigo in front of him by his feet is a sight that feels complicated - on one hand, just the thought of him doing this, giving himself like this is almost impossibly enticing, he probably won't be thinking about much else for the next several days which will be an amusing novelty at work.
But on the other...
His gaze glides lazily from Ichigo to the bed by the window. Then, back to Ichigo on the floor, crouched, his lips swollen and his pupils blown wide. ]
Please get up now.
[ He drops his own trousers and underwear on the floor, toeing out of his shoes and socks with an elegance that doesn't go with how uncoordinated he feels, his limbs so light that they feel nearly empty. It doesn't matter to him where his clothes go - on the floor, in a pile, in several piles, either way. As he shrugs out of his shirt, he keeps his gaze on Ichigo the entire time. He thinks about the bed again.
About playing fields and how to level them. ]