[ Byakuya gets up from his reclining position which is a shame, it looked good, but moving over to Ichigo on his knees, he looks even better, so Ichigo isn't about to complain. Instead, he stares up into the other man's face, feeling suddenly very exposed, like he's chosen a bad vantage point in a fight, vulnerable... except this isn't a fight, it's not that at all, even as Byakuya places both his hands on Ichigo's shoulders and starts pushing, not really pushing, but it's the only word that comes to mind, as he urges him backwards. Onto his back. Ichigo could resist. He's definitely strong enough, but he doesn't, instead following Byakuya's lead, lying down, extending out his legs until it's him reclining.
Byakuya kisses his shoulder on the way. His face, the side of it. Ichigo breathes shakily, hardly even blinking as he stares up at him. Byakuya's hand in his hair feels really nice, too. His chest rises and falls beneath his palm.
What do you think I'm going to do? Which is probably the more strange and superfluous question between the two, if you ask Ichigo. At least be articulate about it, say it! He scoffs and turns his head in against the other man's mouth, pointing out: ]
You mean, what do I want you to do, right?
[ It wasn't very clear, really, but Ichigo can read it anyway. He gets it. Byakuya can't just come out and say, say you want me to suck your cock or something. Not his style, though.
He's above that.
Well, Ichigo is on the bottom right now, so supposedly that's his job. Smiling slightly, sharply, he starts out, ]
I... [ Then, he actually hears those words in his own voice in his head and immediately falters, not stuttering, just stopping for a moment, finding the courage. Come on! He's fought wars! He can say it. He can. A deep breath, and he closes his eyes, feeling his chest heave, deep and hard. ] I want you to suck me off. Byakuya.
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Byakuya kisses his shoulder on the way. His face, the side of it. Ichigo breathes shakily, hardly even blinking as he stares up at him. Byakuya's hand in his hair feels really nice, too. His chest rises and falls beneath his palm.
What do you think I'm going to do? Which is probably the more strange and superfluous question between the two, if you ask Ichigo. At least be articulate about it, say it! He scoffs and turns his head in against the other man's mouth, pointing out: ]
You mean, what do I want you to do, right?
[ It wasn't very clear, really, but Ichigo can read it anyway. He gets it. Byakuya can't just come out and say, say you want me to suck your cock or something. Not his style, though.
He's above that.
Well, Ichigo is on the bottom right now, so supposedly that's his job. Smiling slightly, sharply, he starts out, ]
I... [ Then, he actually hears those words in his own voice in his head and immediately falters, not stuttering, just stopping for a moment, finding the courage. Come on! He's fought wars! He can say it. He can. A deep breath, and he closes his eyes, feeling his chest heave, deep and hard. ] I want you to suck me off. Byakuya.
[ Please, it means. ]