[ Taking slow, even breaths, Byakuya watches the patterns of droplets as they shape themselves against the bathroom tiles. It's a little bit meditative, perhaps, which explains how Ichigo manages to make his way all the way to the cubicle without him noticing his approach. He's too busy sinking inwards. Blinking water from his eyelashes, he shifts a little from one foot to the other at the sound of Ichigo's voice - he doesn't break the quiet, as much as he simply assimilates into it. Not even when he enters (Byakuya doesn't assume he needs permission and he's glad, in a way, that Ichigo doesn't either).
What he does next, however...
His breath catches in his chest when suddenly, the space between them decreases to nothing. Ichigo drapes himself against his back, taller than him by just enough to rest his chin comfortably against his shoulder. Well. He'd been shorter once, years back. Byakuya can remember thinking of him as a child and trying to kill him like one, too, though he hadn't exactly been sad not to deal the finishing blow back then, in the rain. He pushes the thought away, along with more than a few others (regrets, yes, he's seen enough to admit it now, at least to himself, they are useless things) but the feeling - that familiar ache in his body - remains. Breathing out slowly, the air trembling on his exhale this time, he leans back against Ichigo very slightly, just enough to make him feel welcome.
This, in turn, makes him suddenly very acutely aware of their nakedness, of Ichigo's in particular, and the way he's pressed up against the length of his back, his buttocks. He can feel every dip and swell of him like this and it's waking his body up, despite the fact that they've had each other so many times already today.
Sighing, he turns his head slightly, enough for his lips to press against Ichigo's cheek. He kisses the line of his jaw, the soft spot right beneath his ear. ]
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What he does next, however...
His breath catches in his chest when suddenly, the space between them decreases to nothing. Ichigo drapes himself against his back, taller than him by just enough to rest his chin comfortably against his shoulder. Well. He'd been shorter once, years back. Byakuya can remember thinking of him as a child and trying to kill him like one, too, though he hadn't exactly been sad not to deal the finishing blow back then, in the rain. He pushes the thought away, along with more than a few others (regrets, yes, he's seen enough to admit it now, at least to himself, they are useless things) but the feeling - that familiar ache in his body - remains. Breathing out slowly, the air trembling on his exhale this time, he leans back against Ichigo very slightly, just enough to make him feel welcome.
This, in turn, makes him suddenly very acutely aware of their nakedness, of Ichigo's in particular, and the way he's pressed up against the length of his back, his buttocks. He can feel every dip and swell of him like this and it's waking his body up, despite the fact that they've had each other so many times already today.
Sighing, he turns his head slightly, enough for his lips to press against Ichigo's cheek. He kisses the line of his jaw, the soft spot right beneath his ear. ]