[ To outdo him? Byakuya responds by raising one eyebrow and looking up at him with his mouth stretched around his cock. If this had been any sort of competition, surely they would have both been aware of it. How very typical of Ichigo, though, trying to turn it into something he might measure himself against. Under other circumstances, he might possibly approve - right here, he strokes his belly briefly before he starts jerking him off sloppily. Then, to follow the motion, he tries experimentally to move his head up and down whilst keeping him in his mouth all throughout and - oh.
Breath stumbling out of him, he groans and does it again.
It gives... the very odd sensation of someone fucking into him and if anyone had asked him a year ago (nevermind the fact that absolutely no one would ever dare), he certainly wouldn't have expected to like it this much. His cock, however, is so appreciative that he has to move his hand from Ichigo's stomach and fold it around himself, squeezing hard just to do something with the aching need currently building in the pit of his belly. He shifts, giving himself a better angle and closes his eyes. Then, he starts moving his head more steadfastly, feeling the glide of Ichigo's cock between his lips as it slips out about halfway and then, back in it goes, far enough that the head pushes hard against the back of his mouth.
Drooling magnificently, he uses the slick to jerk him off more smoothly. Then, though his hand truly isn't wet enough by far, he mirrors the motion with his other hand, his balls so tight that the dryness of his palm makes absolutely no difference to the outcome.
Like that, he pushes them both onwards. He's not trying to rush anything, it just seemingly happens, like somehow there's a current in these strange waters strong enough to pull them both along. ]
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Breath stumbling out of him, he groans and does it again.
It gives... the very odd sensation of someone fucking into him and if anyone had asked him a year ago (nevermind the fact that absolutely no one would ever dare), he certainly wouldn't have expected to like it this much. His cock, however, is so appreciative that he has to move his hand from Ichigo's stomach and fold it around himself, squeezing hard just to do something with the aching need currently building in the pit of his belly. He shifts, giving himself a better angle and closes his eyes. Then, he starts moving his head more steadfastly, feeling the glide of Ichigo's cock between his lips as it slips out about halfway and then, back in it goes, far enough that the head pushes hard against the back of his mouth.
Drooling magnificently, he uses the slick to jerk him off more smoothly. Then, though his hand truly isn't wet enough by far, he mirrors the motion with his other hand, his balls so tight that the dryness of his palm makes absolutely no difference to the outcome.
Like that, he pushes them both onwards. He's not trying to rush anything, it just seemingly happens, like somehow there's a current in these strange waters strong enough to pull them both along. ]