[ It's overwhelmingly good. Ichigo's hips are working desperately to get more of it, though Byakuya's doing a fair job, covering all of it, the friction, wet, warm, slick friction and his hand jerking Ichigo's cock off at the base, making up for what he can't reach with his mouth like this. Ichigo's eyes stay tightly shut and his mouth is hanging open as he bolters towards the edge, fast, determined, desperately, running for it. His balls are drawing up and with one hand in the sheets now, the other in Byakuya's hair, more tightly now, grabbing more than smoothening back, he moans again and again, in time with the rush of pleasure surging through him.
It's crazy. He cracks open one eye and chances a glance down at Byakuya who's, besides sucking him off like a freakin' pro, is also palming himself with the same focused, almost serene expression as always and Ichigo can't stand it. The other man's the same as always, but he's also giving Ichigo a blowjob and bringing him down into his body in such a different, addictive way. Ichigo knows he's about to cum, the tightness in his balls say as much, but he already wants them to do it again. And again.
Finally giving up every semblance of self-control, Ichigo's hips jerk harshly upwards and he groans, more like a whimper, but he's not gonna admit to that, come on, burying himself a bit more in Byakuya's mouth, trying not to force himself further in than... strictly necessary... just a bit more... more... Oh. Oh!
His orgasm washes over him, it's like a wall of water, not anything like a trickle or just a stream, it's tsunami-like and he makes a strangled sound, pushing into it, taking it as it hits him, his cock spurting cum onto Byakuya's tongue before Ichigo had any chance of warning him. He actually does feel awful about that, he just can't find it in him to care right now. When he's drowning, right? He's definitely drowning in it.
Panting harshly, he just lies there in the wake of it. One hand gently cupping the back of Byakuya's head, cradling his hair weakly. His chest is heaving. ]
I -- [ His voice is shaking, too. Ichigo takes a moment to collect himself, then tries again. ] I was gonna let you know.
[ His fingers in Byakuya's hair, threading through it softly, doesn't say sorry. It says thank you. ]
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It's crazy. He cracks open one eye and chances a glance down at Byakuya who's, besides sucking him off like a freakin' pro, is also palming himself with the same focused, almost serene expression as always and Ichigo can't stand it. The other man's the same as always, but he's also giving Ichigo a blowjob and bringing him down into his body in such a different, addictive way. Ichigo knows he's about to cum, the tightness in his balls say as much, but he already wants them to do it again. And again.
Finally giving up every semblance of self-control, Ichigo's hips jerk harshly upwards and he groans, more like a whimper, but he's not gonna admit to that, come on, burying himself a bit more in Byakuya's mouth, trying not to force himself further in than... strictly necessary... just a bit more... more... Oh. Oh!
His orgasm washes over him, it's like a wall of water, not anything like a trickle or just a stream, it's tsunami-like and he makes a strangled sound, pushing into it, taking it as it hits him, his cock spurting cum onto Byakuya's tongue before Ichigo had any chance of warning him. He actually does feel awful about that, he just can't find it in him to care right now. When he's drowning, right? He's definitely drowning in it.
Panting harshly, he just lies there in the wake of it. One hand gently cupping the back of Byakuya's head, cradling his hair weakly. His chest is heaving. ]
I -- [ His voice is shaking, too. Ichigo takes a moment to collect himself, then tries again. ] I was gonna let you know.
[ His fingers in Byakuya's hair, threading through it softly, doesn't say sorry. It says thank you. ]