[ Ah yes, this is a... small home. The walls are not as thin as the ones he's used to from the mansion but naturally, the distances are shorter. Ichigo pushes against his chest slightly, though he doesn't lean out of his space, not as such. Byakuya takes another moment to appreciate the feeling of fingers in his hair after a long day of having it stuck in his hairpieces before he meets Ichigo's gaze, desperate and flickering. His cock is hot and warm between his fingers. Those are quite a handful (figuratively, literally...) of contradictions, aren't they, quite a complicated mess of things, of soft things and hard things and none too many shades of inbetween.
This man.
Closing his eyes in concentration, he shifts enough to point his free hand outwards towards the darkness of the room. He focuses on what he wants, on channeling just the right amount of power and controlling his unruly reiatsu - it's not a spell that he'd often use in battle, too defensive to his tastes, but it's locked in his memory very solidly, regardless. Anything else would be negligence. One second, two, and then, the Kido barrier rises on all sides of the bed, its walls enclosing them within a faintly shimmering box of light.
Once satisfied with his handiwork, he opens his eyes and looks at Ichigo once more, one eyebrow quirked very slightly. He doesn't tell him what the barrier does - he can figure that out himself, he must have seen them before (in actuality, why has no one bothered to teach this man even just the most basic Kido? Rukia?). Instead, he nudges his face a little closer to his shoulder and neck, just to feel him more fully against his side, before he strokes his cock again, this time from base to head, rubbing his thumb gently over the head and slit before gliding back down. ]
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This man.
Closing his eyes in concentration, he shifts enough to point his free hand outwards towards the darkness of the room. He focuses on what he wants, on channeling just the right amount of power and controlling his unruly reiatsu - it's not a spell that he'd often use in battle, too defensive to his tastes, but it's locked in his memory very solidly, regardless. Anything else would be negligence. One second, two, and then, the Kido barrier rises on all sides of the bed, its walls enclosing them within a faintly shimmering box of light.
Once satisfied with his handiwork, he opens his eyes and looks at Ichigo once more, one eyebrow quirked very slightly. He doesn't tell him what the barrier does - he can figure that out himself, he must have seen them before (in actuality, why has no one bothered to teach this man even just the most basic Kido? Rukia?). Instead, he nudges his face a little closer to his shoulder and neck, just to feel him more fully against his side, before he strokes his cock again, this time from base to head, rubbing his thumb gently over the head and slit before gliding back down. ]