Ichigo feels his chest rise and fall beneath the weight of the other man, the way he leans in and down, giving him his whole front, the impact of body against body. His heart pounding, Ichigo twists slightly beneath him, to be able to twist his own neck and look, staring down just in time to see Byakuya lick at one nipple with just the tip of his tongue. The whole feeling of it is wet and tight, muscle, licks, heavy, oh. Shit. Ichigo gasps and struggles some more against the feeling of his hold, his cock jerking slightly in response. ]
If --
[ Then, Byakuya shifts his attention to Ichigo's other nipple, getting that with the whole breadth of his tongue now, Ichigo staring mesmerized at the difference in colour, his pale skin and his pink tongue, contrasting. Along with the tight pulsing in his whole chest now, his fingers gripping the sheets convulsively. He actually struggles to finish that trail of thought, not to say, the sentence. ]
-- you wanted to tease me, you're... [ A louder gasp this time and he bucks up against Byakuya's thigh, pressing up against Ichigo's cock, the underside feeling hot and sensitive. He grunts and shifts more, almost violently. Impatience riding his whole system, he mostly just wants to push Byakuya's head down, but can't really make himself. It feels wrong, some part of it. To rush it. When he's dreamt about this so much, right? Wouldn't that be to ruin it? ] ... you're doing a good job.
[ It feels nice, he could say, but his mouth feels like it's got a foot in it and it wouldn't cover it all anyway. Wouldn't say nearly enough. Instead, Ichigo reaches down slowly, runs his fingers up along Byakuya's shoulder blades and up the back of his neck, turning his palm up to let his ponytail spill over his fingers. That feels nice, too.
Taking a deep breath, remembering briefly, very briefly, helping out Yuzu when she was a little kid to tie up her hair like this, he loosens Byakuya's long, soft strands from the hold of the hairtie, lets it all fall down around his face. No idea if he even likes that, but Ichigo likes it. Ichigo likes to gather all that hair between his hands, push it out of his way for him.
It's something to do. While he's just lying around here, doing nothing. ]
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Ichigo feels his chest rise and fall beneath the weight of the other man, the way he leans in and down, giving him his whole front, the impact of body against body. His heart pounding, Ichigo twists slightly beneath him, to be able to twist his own neck and look, staring down just in time to see Byakuya lick at one nipple with just the tip of his tongue. The whole feeling of it is wet and tight, muscle, licks, heavy, oh. Shit. Ichigo gasps and struggles some more against the feeling of his hold, his cock jerking slightly in response. ]
If --
[ Then, Byakuya shifts his attention to Ichigo's other nipple, getting that with the whole breadth of his tongue now, Ichigo staring mesmerized at the difference in colour, his pale skin and his pink tongue, contrasting. Along with the tight pulsing in his whole chest now, his fingers gripping the sheets convulsively. He actually struggles to finish that trail of thought, not to say, the sentence. ]
-- you wanted to tease me, you're... [ A louder gasp this time and he bucks up against Byakuya's thigh, pressing up against Ichigo's cock, the underside feeling hot and sensitive. He grunts and shifts more, almost violently. Impatience riding his whole system, he mostly just wants to push Byakuya's head down, but can't really make himself. It feels wrong, some part of it. To rush it. When he's dreamt about this so much, right? Wouldn't that be to ruin it? ] ... you're doing a good job.
[ It feels nice, he could say, but his mouth feels like it's got a foot in it and it wouldn't cover it all anyway. Wouldn't say nearly enough. Instead, Ichigo reaches down slowly, runs his fingers up along Byakuya's shoulder blades and up the back of his neck, turning his palm up to let his ponytail spill over his fingers. That feels nice, too.
Taking a deep breath, remembering briefly, very briefly, helping out Yuzu when she was a little kid to tie up her hair like this, he loosens Byakuya's long, soft strands from the hold of the hairtie, lets it all fall down around his face. No idea if he even likes that, but Ichigo likes it. Ichigo likes to gather all that hair between his hands, push it out of his way for him.
It's something to do. While he's just lying around here, doing nothing. ]