[ As he begins to undress, Byakuya watches all throughout. From the hooded shirt to the t-shirt underneath and then, a slight pause, just to tell him he tastes nice. About to raise one eyebrow in silent acknowledgment - after all, he's planning on finding that out for himself in a moment - he pauses at the sight of Ichigo blushing furiously, gaze on his own hands, not on him. His body language changes then, as it often does - he's a man who speaks very loudly in several ways. Now, as he keeps his gaze down and toes out of his shoes and socks, Ichigo seems... not uncertain, exactly.
Afraid of failure, perhaps.
He is that, too, which is ironic, considering how much he's won on behalf of other people throughout the years. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it quietly, voice straightforward. Keeping things simple. Gaze firmly set on Ichigo's face, he steps forward across the distance between them and folds his hands against his waist, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of his trousers. This close, he can smell himself on Ichigo's breath, on his skin. Beneath that, there's Ichigo's own scent, warm and sharp, strong from arousal. His next inhalation trembles a little as he undoes Ichigo's trousers, pushing them down slightly before slipping both hands inside his boxers, down the sides of his legs. He spreads out his fingers, feeling the hardness of him, of his buttocks and thighs, before reaching inside his boxers and pulling out his cock. He's careful about it. The head is a blushing pink, not unlike his face and neck. It looks quite enticing.
He gives it a light stroke and leans in to mouth along the side of his neck, up to his ear. His voice is low but the heat in his blood has started to creep into it, darkening his tone: ]
Drop these and come join me on the bed.
[ He kisses just the side of his mouth, flicking his tongue out and licking a string of cum off his lower lip. Then, he pulls back, squeezing his hips with both hands and heading for the bed, pulling the covers back and climbing in to wait. He lies down on his side and goes back to watching him. ]
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Afraid of failure, perhaps.
He is that, too, which is ironic, considering how much he's won on behalf of other people throughout the years. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it quietly, voice straightforward. Keeping things simple. Gaze firmly set on Ichigo's face, he steps forward across the distance between them and folds his hands against his waist, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of his trousers. This close, he can smell himself on Ichigo's breath, on his skin. Beneath that, there's Ichigo's own scent, warm and sharp, strong from arousal. His next inhalation trembles a little as he undoes Ichigo's trousers, pushing them down slightly before slipping both hands inside his boxers, down the sides of his legs. He spreads out his fingers, feeling the hardness of him, of his buttocks and thighs, before reaching inside his boxers and pulling out his cock. He's careful about it. The head is a blushing pink, not unlike his face and neck. It looks quite enticing.
He gives it a light stroke and leans in to mouth along the side of his neck, up to his ear. His voice is low but the heat in his blood has started to creep into it, darkening his tone: ]
Drop these and come join me on the bed.
[ He kisses just the side of his mouth, flicking his tongue out and licking a string of cum off his lower lip. Then, he pulls back, squeezing his hips with both hands and heading for the bed, pulling the covers back and climbing in to wait. He lies down on his side and goes back to watching him. ]