[ Byakuya's fingers, plural now, because he did what Ichigo told him, would you freakin' believe that, and added another to the first, are pounding in and out of him at a fast, steady pace, getting his prostate every time, the constant influx of pleasure feeling like it might make him explode or something. Ichigo moans, loudly, his body quivering violently where they're leaning on each other, his fingers jerking their cocks off faster and faster too, because he's getting desperate, okay, he really needs... Shit, he really needs to... ]
Byakuya, I... [ His voice sounds hoarser than usually and he swallows the next words which would sound too much like pleading (please, don't stop, don't), he doesn't need to beg, right, because Byakuya is already giving it to him and there's really nothing more he needs. This is good. This feels perfect. Groaning, rubbing his whole face in againt the other man's neck, he pushes rhythmically back against his fingers, meeting his thrusts, grinding himself against the places where they rub against his insides.
He's so close. He just wants... Shit, he wants...
Closer, he thinks, rubbing his palm over their cockheads repeatedly, once, twice, and his hips push forward on their own accord, Ichigo falling right after, feeling his balls drawing up harshly and his cock spurting cum the next moment, all over his fingers and Byakuya's cock, too. He's gasping, panting, his whole body contracting, thigh muscles, his opening, tightening up.
He's freakin' lucky he doesn't just collapse. ] Shit.
[ It comes out weakly, as he slumps heavily against Byakuya's front, clinging to him in a way he'd have been embarrassed about ten hours prior. He isn't anymore, though. It's safe. Byakuya's safe. Ichigo can trust him. With himself as well. So, he hangs there, panting loudly in the silence. On their cocks, his hand has stilled. Sorry about that. ]
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Byakuya, I... [ His voice sounds hoarser than usually and he swallows the next words which would sound too much like pleading (please, don't stop, don't), he doesn't need to beg, right, because Byakuya is already giving it to him and there's really nothing more he needs. This is good. This feels perfect. Groaning, rubbing his whole face in againt the other man's neck, he pushes rhythmically back against his fingers, meeting his thrusts, grinding himself against the places where they rub against his insides.
He's so close. He just wants... Shit, he wants...
Closer, he thinks, rubbing his palm over their cockheads repeatedly, once, twice, and his hips push forward on their own accord, Ichigo falling right after, feeling his balls drawing up harshly and his cock spurting cum the next moment, all over his fingers and Byakuya's cock, too. He's gasping, panting, his whole body contracting, thigh muscles, his opening, tightening up.
He's freakin' lucky he doesn't just collapse. ] Shit.
[ It comes out weakly, as he slumps heavily against Byakuya's front, clinging to him in a way he'd have been embarrassed about ten hours prior. He isn't anymore, though. It's safe. Byakuya's safe. Ichigo can trust him. With himself as well. So, he hangs there, panting loudly in the silence. On their cocks, his hand has stilled. Sorry about that. ]