[ They kiss and it feels intense, like it's quickly escalating, until Byakuya shifts in against Ichigo and reaches behind himself, grabbing his buttock and pulling him in until Ichigo's cock is all but snuggling in between the other man's buttocks in turn, right? And Ichigo is breathing harshly, too, against Byakuya's face, up close the clean scent of soap and water is only faintly broken by the smell of their breaths, dinner, spices. A brief moment they're just staring each other dead in the eyes, then Byakuya spins them around, grasping Ichigo by the hair, and they're front to front, both of them so hard they're pretty much poking each other in the abdomen, huh.
The fact that he suddenly, after less than 24 hours, has a whole arsenal of things he could and would like to do to Byakuya like this should probably embarass him a little, but Ichigo feels no embarassment about it at all, except maybe for the fact that he's gotta keep it to himself. That part feels unfair and a tiny bit wrong. Not being able to tell Chad and the others... Rukia... No, shit, he can't tell Rukia anything, she'd kill him with a dull sandal.
Frowning into the kiss that follows, Ichigo slips both hands up into Byakuya's hair, pushing the heavy, wet strands out of his face and behind his shoulders, collecting it sloppily between the fingers of one hand and lifting it up, liking the weight of it a lot, how smooth and slick it feels. So, he groans into the kiss, tilting his head a bit to the side for the angle he's found he likes, where he can really push back against Byakuya's tongue, give him back as good as he gets.
His cock jerks between their bodies and Ichigo pushes his hips forward enough that it kind of gently nudges Byakuya's, slipping slickly up the underside of his with just the tip of the head. A slight gasp and he repeats the motion, the slightly uncoordinated quality to it only adding to the pleasure. If he was gonna grab them both, he'd have to let go of Byakuya's hair and he isn't entirely convinced he's there yet.
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The fact that he suddenly, after less than 24 hours, has a whole arsenal of things he could and would like to do to Byakuya like this should probably embarass him a little, but Ichigo feels no embarassment about it at all, except maybe for the fact that he's gotta keep it to himself. That part feels unfair and a tiny bit wrong. Not being able to tell Chad and the others... Rukia... No, shit, he can't tell Rukia anything, she'd kill him with a dull sandal.
Frowning into the kiss that follows, Ichigo slips both hands up into Byakuya's hair, pushing the heavy, wet strands out of his face and behind his shoulders, collecting it sloppily between the fingers of one hand and lifting it up, liking the weight of it a lot, how smooth and slick it feels. So, he groans into the kiss, tilting his head a bit to the side for the angle he's found he likes, where he can really push back against Byakuya's tongue, give him back as good as he gets.
His cock jerks between their bodies and Ichigo pushes his hips forward enough that it kind of gently nudges Byakuya's, slipping slickly up the underside of his with just the tip of the head. A slight gasp and he repeats the motion, the slightly uncoordinated quality to it only adding to the pleasure. If he was gonna grab them both, he'd have to let go of Byakuya's hair and he isn't entirely convinced he's there yet.
Maybe he never will be. ]