[ Like he's actually doing what Ichigo's telling him to, and when does that truly ever happen, Byakuya only ever does what he wants - which means, he must be wanting this as well, the other man moves down over his stomach, settling in between his thighs and folding his hands around the base of Ichigo's cock. Ichigo groans, only halfway hearing the other man telling him in return, that he's doing fine. Fine? That's what he's calling this? Fine?
Scoffing slightly, the sound soon morphing into an outdrawn moan as Byakuya proceeds to lick his cock, then suck it, Ichigo writhes helplessly beneath Byakuya's hand across his midriff. It's not a bond or a way to hold him down, it's to provide him some calm, right? Give him a sense of safety. Anyway, it works. Although he's breathing funny, it's mostly because this is the first time someone is putting their mouth to his cock at all, and he didn't know what to expect except pleasure, obviously. Still, it's a warm, deep sensation, the feeling goes beyond just the pleasure shooting into his groin, it's more than that.
It's Ichigo, desperately gripping Byakuya's hair, pushing all those loose bangs out of his face while he opens his mouth to him, Ichigo fighting not to thrust upwards and managing mostly by dumb freakin' luck. There is a sense of push, though, a slight upwards motion. And trembling. Lots of it. Ichigo groans, his head falling back weakly. He pants, turns his head to stare down himself. ]
You're doing better. Always gotta try and outdo me, huh?
[ He doesn't say, maybe this time you'll actually succeed, because he can't even think it, with his cock pushing over Byakuya's tongue like that, but he means it. Not like it matters anyway, Ichigo will - if he's lucky - have plenty of opportunity to refine his skill, learn, teach. They could get to know each other that way, isn't that so? They could share that kind of space, Byakuya and him. Now.
Arching slightly off the mattress, he moans in time with Byakuya himself and the sound of that, their voices together, only makes Ichigo's toes curl more. ]
no subject
Scoffing slightly, the sound soon morphing into an outdrawn moan as Byakuya proceeds to lick his cock, then suck it, Ichigo writhes helplessly beneath Byakuya's hand across his midriff. It's not a bond or a way to hold him down, it's to provide him some calm, right? Give him a sense of safety. Anyway, it works. Although he's breathing funny, it's mostly because this is the first time someone is putting their mouth to his cock at all, and he didn't know what to expect except pleasure, obviously. Still, it's a warm, deep sensation, the feeling goes beyond just the pleasure shooting into his groin, it's more than that.
It's Ichigo, desperately gripping Byakuya's hair, pushing all those loose bangs out of his face while he opens his mouth to him, Ichigo fighting not to thrust upwards and managing mostly by dumb freakin' luck. There is a sense of push, though, a slight upwards motion. And trembling. Lots of it. Ichigo groans, his head falling back weakly. He pants, turns his head to stare down himself. ]
You're doing better. Always gotta try and outdo me, huh?
[ He doesn't say, maybe this time you'll actually succeed, because he can't even think it, with his cock pushing over Byakuya's tongue like that, but he means it. Not like it matters anyway, Ichigo will - if he's lucky - have plenty of opportunity to refine his skill, learn, teach. They could get to know each other that way, isn't that so? They could share that kind of space, Byakuya and him. Now.
Arching slightly off the mattress, he moans in time with Byakuya himself and the sound of that, their voices together, only makes Ichigo's toes curl more. ]