[ Everything builds up, Ichigo's hands on their cocks going faster and faster, along with Byakuya's fingers in his arse, though he keeps a pace that matches Ichigo's thrusts backwards against him, very aware what happens when you break off your rhythm on the edge of climax. Against his neck, Ichigo's breath is hot and wet and the water from the spray fades entirely into the background for the next several heartbeats. Byakuya's mind feels full of him, mirroring what Ichigo must feel now, with his fingers pushing deep into his body. When Ichigo comes, he feels it seconds before - the way his muscles tighten up, particularly around his fingers.
As the other man spends himself across his own knuckles, Byakuya's cock growing wetter and slicker in the aftermath as well, he closes his eyes and imagines his own cock in that tight, furnace-hot hole and it's nearly enough to send him over the edge - it might have, even, if the timing had been on his side. Ichigo, however, collapses against him even as his arse contracts around Byakuya's fingers another couple of times, sucking him in. Simultaneously, he stops moving his hand.
Blinking rapidly from the sudden lack of friction, combined with the mind-melting feeling of Ichigo's body around his fingers, against his front, the sound of his heavy breath, Byakuya doesn't think. He doesn't even half-way think. Instead, he grabs Ichigo's hand around the wrist and pushes it against his cock, thinking the message is bound to be very, very obvious and if it isn't, he'll give him exactly two seconds to work it out before he takes matters into his own... hand.
He hasn't pulled his fingers from Ichigo's arse. The feeling of being inside him is too good, he'll simply have to deal with it for another few minutes (honestly, if he doesn't, he can pull away with no issue, Byakuya doesn't think he's ever known anyone who could make this man do something he didn't want to, even if they've made him do many things that he shouldn't have). Breathing harshly against his ear, he leans down sloppily and bites him on the shoulder. Hard.
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As the other man spends himself across his own knuckles, Byakuya's cock growing wetter and slicker in the aftermath as well, he closes his eyes and imagines his own cock in that tight, furnace-hot hole and it's nearly enough to send him over the edge - it might have, even, if the timing had been on his side. Ichigo, however, collapses against him even as his arse contracts around Byakuya's fingers another couple of times, sucking him in. Simultaneously, he stops moving his hand.
Blinking rapidly from the sudden lack of friction, combined with the mind-melting feeling of Ichigo's body around his fingers, against his front, the sound of his heavy breath, Byakuya doesn't think. He doesn't even half-way think. Instead, he grabs Ichigo's hand around the wrist and pushes it against his cock, thinking the message is bound to be very, very obvious and if it isn't, he'll give him exactly two seconds to work it out before he takes matters into his own... hand.
He hasn't pulled his fingers from Ichigo's arse. The feeling of being inside him is too good, he'll simply have to deal with it for another few minutes (honestly, if he doesn't, he can pull away with no issue, Byakuya doesn't think he's ever known anyone who could make this man do something he didn't want to, even if they've made him do many things that he shouldn't have). Breathing harshly against his ear, he leans down sloppily and bites him on the shoulder. Hard.
Now, it means. ]