[ They're pretty much clinging to each other and Ichigo doesn't dislike that, he doesn't dislike it at all, actually. Should he really be surprised? Shouldn't he have expected this to happen at some point... and for Byakuya, too...
He moans, low in his throat, as the other man pushes his finger inside him, carefully but firmly. Shallow fucking to begin with, Ichigo really likes that, the stretch and the friction of in and out, his knees buckling pathetically until he presses in against Byakuya's front more, takes his weight, supports himself on him in turn. It feels close. Like they're beyond touching, but melting together a little.
Ichigo keeps up the jerking of their cocks, upping the speed a little in stages, until Byakuya presses his forehead against the side of his neck and, with his finger buried to the last knuckle, shit, that's deep, it's good, completely nonchalantly finds his prostate, making Ichigo's knees buckle even more. He moans louder now, his cock spurting precum all over both their cocks. It feels slick and sounds it too, when he strokes them faster to meet the rush of pleasure exploding through his lower body. His hands are shaking.
Having someone else do this to him... When he's only done it to himself a couple of times... like this... Sweaty and flushing, Ichigo turns his head enough to glance sideways at Byakuya, one eye cracked open. His asshole is tightening around him rhytmically. His thighs are trembling.
His cock's jerking in his grip. He can't take much more of this, but... he wants... ]
Use more fingers.
[ His voice is shaking, but he says it anyway, before closing his eyes and pressing his face in against the side of Byakuya's head, hair everywhere. He wants to feel more of him. He wants to feel less empty, more together. Right?
Like that, he pushes his ass back against Byakuya's hand hard, insistently. More fingers, it means. That's what he wants. More. ]
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He moans, low in his throat, as the other man pushes his finger inside him, carefully but firmly. Shallow fucking to begin with, Ichigo really likes that, the stretch and the friction of in and out, his knees buckling pathetically until he presses in against Byakuya's front more, takes his weight, supports himself on him in turn. It feels close. Like they're beyond touching, but melting together a little.
Ichigo keeps up the jerking of their cocks, upping the speed a little in stages, until Byakuya presses his forehead against the side of his neck and, with his finger buried to the last knuckle, shit, that's deep, it's good, completely nonchalantly finds his prostate, making Ichigo's knees buckle even more. He moans louder now, his cock spurting precum all over both their cocks. It feels slick and sounds it too, when he strokes them faster to meet the rush of pleasure exploding through his lower body. His hands are shaking.
Having someone else do this to him... When he's only done it to himself a couple of times... like this... Sweaty and flushing, Ichigo turns his head enough to glance sideways at Byakuya, one eye cracked open. His asshole is tightening around him rhytmically. His thighs are trembling.
His cock's jerking in his grip. He can't take much more of this, but... he wants... ]
Use more fingers.
[ His voice is shaking, but he says it anyway, before closing his eyes and pressing his face in against the side of Byakuya's head, hair everywhere. He wants to feel more of him. He wants to feel less empty, more together. Right?
Like that, he pushes his ass back against Byakuya's hand hard, insistently. More fingers, it means. That's what he wants. More. ]