[ Once he's out of his own nightwear, Ichigo turns around and finds that Byakuya isn't even halfway through undressing. His shihakusho comes with more layers and takes a precision that the other man is clearly struggling with at the moment to wrestle open, but Ichigo just waits patiently, quietly, watching Byakuya getting naked in gradual, slow stages. It's not a bad look on him. Ichigo doen't mind the pace. It's the first time in a month that he isn't rushing for anything. Maybe he should just be glad Byakuya brought them both to a halt. Maybe that was what he needed. Maybe that was what they both needed, right?
Seems so.
Byakuya climbs into Ichigo's bed and places himself so that he's faching him, blanket held up in invitation. Ichigo nods once, firmly, to show he intends to join him, he just needs... Moving over to the desk, past Byakuya's sword that looks foreign but famiiar in his room like this, Ichigo looks down over his many papers of translation work, his laptop and his book, backside up right now. Then, he glances back towards Byakuya, wondering how much he had time to see before Ichigo entered.
Deciding that it's not important anyway, he turns off the desk lamp and moves back again through the dark, climbing into bed with the other man, shuffling around a bit to find a comfortable position against him. The bed feels freakin' tiny this way. Ichigo ends up with his front to Byakuya, their legs entangled and one arm slung casually around his waist again. Supporting him. ]
Is this what you call the right incentive? Byakuya.
[ Can you sleep now, it means. Are you done stumbling and fumbling about?
If he's not, Ichigo will just have to take care of that first, before he's gonna lean his head in against that nice-looking spot near Byakuya's collarbone and just go to sleep on him, himself. Shit, he's wiped. He hadn't even noticed until now. ]
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Seems so.
Byakuya climbs into Ichigo's bed and places himself so that he's faching him, blanket held up in invitation. Ichigo nods once, firmly, to show he intends to join him, he just needs... Moving over to the desk, past Byakuya's sword that looks foreign but famiiar in his room like this, Ichigo looks down over his many papers of translation work, his laptop and his book, backside up right now. Then, he glances back towards Byakuya, wondering how much he had time to see before Ichigo entered.
Deciding that it's not important anyway, he turns off the desk lamp and moves back again through the dark, climbing into bed with the other man, shuffling around a bit to find a comfortable position against him. The bed feels freakin' tiny this way. Ichigo ends up with his front to Byakuya, their legs entangled and one arm slung casually around his waist again. Supporting him. ]
Is this what you call the right incentive? Byakuya.
[ Can you sleep now, it means. Are you done stumbling and fumbling about?
If he's not, Ichigo will just have to take care of that first, before he's gonna lean his head in against that nice-looking spot near Byakuya's collarbone and just go to sleep on him, himself. Shit, he's wiped. He hadn't even noticed until now. ]