[ He groans, a low and ragged sound from deep in his throat, as Ichigo starts working his cock, a steady rhythm, exactly right. The bite mark on his shoulder looks flushed and red and Byakuya decides, feeling more than a little lightheaded, that it suits him very well. He thrusts up into Ichigo's grasp, his balls tightening harshly when Ichigo takes them in hand, his touch careful, soft. It's impressive, how well they already know how to handle each other, yes, it's - this is exactly as he needs it, just a little - bit - more -
And then.
Then!
When Ichigo takes his hand off him, pressing it against his abdomen instead, the sudden absence of friction makes the pleasure building in his body fizzle down to nearly nothing, to tension and the feel of the spray, hitting his shoulders and the back of his head. He blinks through the water at Ichigo, for a moment completely incapable of understanding. Then, the man - this infuriating man! - tells him he could just say it and what the hell is that supposed to mean, like he didn't just -
Taking a very deep, very uneven breath, Byakuya pulls his fingers slowly from his body, taking care. His body is screaming for stimulation. His toes are actually curling in distress against the floor tiles. You could just say it. Breath trembling out from between his lips, he pushes his forehead against the side of Ichigo's neck. When he speaks, his voice trembles audibly. ]
Say - what, exactly?
[ He runs his hand over Ichigo's buttocks almost mindlessly. Then, just because he can, because who does this man even think he is, really, he bites him along the jugular, hard enough to taste salt on his tongue when he pulls back. The teeth marks are even more obvious this time.
He folds his other hand against Ichigo's waist. It's keeping his own balance as much as supporting him.
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And then.
Then!
When Ichigo takes his hand off him, pressing it against his abdomen instead, the sudden absence of friction makes the pleasure building in his body fizzle down to nearly nothing, to tension and the feel of the spray, hitting his shoulders and the back of his head. He blinks through the water at Ichigo, for a moment completely incapable of understanding. Then, the man - this infuriating man! - tells him he could just say it and what the hell is that supposed to mean, like he didn't just -
Taking a very deep, very uneven breath, Byakuya pulls his fingers slowly from his body, taking care. His body is screaming for stimulation. His toes are actually curling in distress against the floor tiles. You could just say it. Breath trembling out from between his lips, he pushes his forehead against the side of Ichigo's neck. When he speaks, his voice trembles audibly. ]
Say - what, exactly?
[ He runs his hand over Ichigo's buttocks almost mindlessly. Then, just because he can, because who does this man even think he is, really, he bites him along the jugular, hard enough to taste salt on his tongue when he pulls back. The teeth marks are even more obvious this time.
He folds his other hand against Ichigo's waist. It's keeping his own balance as much as supporting him.
Gods, he needs - he needs - ]