[ Down he goes, Ichigo, which must feel a bit like jumping into unknown waters. It's easy to read his expression and if it weren't, the lines in his body, the shakiness of his breath and the hesitation in his voice all speak their own language. Please, he doesn't say, except in a way he does and naturally, just that semblance of actual manners must be rewarded. Byakuya nods against the side of his face, leaning in and kissing a heavy, wet trail down his neck and shoulder, shifting in between his legs to get their bodies properly aligned. He runs his hand up Ichigo's body once more, folding his palm against his shoulder, both for the sake of balancing and for that slight emphasis of weight.
On his knees, it's easy to lean in over him, the top of his head grazing Ichigo's chin on the way. He closes his lips around his left nipple and licks at it slowly, circling it with the tip of his tongue. His gaze slips sideways, following the lines of Ichigo's midriff and abdomen down to his cock where it rests against his belly. In a short moment, he'll step into unknown waters as well. His own body still feels heavy and sated from Ichigo's efforts and though a part of him is certainly preoccupied with questions such as how and what is it going to be like?, most of him is just aching to return the favour.
Sex, happily, is more about enthusiasm than skills.
That doesn't mean bad sex isn't disappointing, however.
Frowning slightly, he shifts his focus to Ichigo's other nipple, folding his other hand against his midriff as he leans down and licks at it, using the full width of his tongue this time, the strokes wet enough to leave his skin gleaming. Gently, he eases his thigh further up between Ichigo's legs and presses against his cock, just giving him a hint of friction, something to off-set the slow pace. He's certainly not going to rush himself in this matter, Ichigo will simply have to count slowly to ten or whatever he does to control his impatience. ]
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On his knees, it's easy to lean in over him, the top of his head grazing Ichigo's chin on the way. He closes his lips around his left nipple and licks at it slowly, circling it with the tip of his tongue. His gaze slips sideways, following the lines of Ichigo's midriff and abdomen down to his cock where it rests against his belly. In a short moment, he'll step into unknown waters as well. His own body still feels heavy and sated from Ichigo's efforts and though a part of him is certainly preoccupied with questions such as how and what is it going to be like?, most of him is just aching to return the favour.
Sex, happily, is more about enthusiasm than skills.
That doesn't mean bad sex isn't disappointing, however.
Frowning slightly, he shifts his focus to Ichigo's other nipple, folding his other hand against his midriff as he leans down and licks at it, using the full width of his tongue this time, the strokes wet enough to leave his skin gleaming. Gently, he eases his thigh further up between Ichigo's legs and presses against his cock, just giving him a hint of friction, something to off-set the slow pace. He's certainly not going to rush himself in this matter, Ichigo will simply have to count slowly to ten or whatever he does to control his impatience. ]