[ It's not a competition, he wants to say, except he's rather got his mouth full and Ichigo's being very nice and accommodating, isn't he, staying still even though his body is clearly fighting rigorously to move. His hand against the back of his head is gentle, too, his voice shaking audibly, broken up by his pants. He sounds so good like this. Years back, you could not have convinced him that he'd like Ichigo's voice in any capacity, let alone this much but here they are. Here he is, with the other man's cock well and truly lodged in his throat and his own body is aching at the sound of him, at the way he feels.
With a slow, uneven exhalation through his mouth, he pulls back very gradually. When the head pops past the bend between throat and mouth, his body actually tenses up briefly at the feel of it. It's partially due to the way it feels like strain, like being wedged open just a bit further than you're meant to - more than that, though, it's the knowledge of what's happening. Of how the other man's carving out a path within him and that he doesn't mind in the slightest.
Perhaps, in a way, he already has and this is simply an emphasis.
With a groan, audible now that his mouth is only half-way full, Byakuya shifts and slips both hands to Ichigo's hips instead. He digs his fingers in, grasping him as he can from this angle, buttocks, thighs, the implication of bone beneath skin. Pointedly, he pushes at him, urging him up, in, come on, unwilling to release his cock entirely to speak the words themselves. Instead, he relies on Ichigo's ability to catch his meaning (something he seems to be growing steadfastly better at, even if he likes to get grumpy about it), bends his neck and sucks him right back down. This time, the head pops into his throat just a little easier. Unfortunately, the faster pace also comes with a drawback - half a second later, his throat convulses and he gasps, forcibly relaxing himself, very, very unwilling to actually choke on Ichigo's cock.
Instead, he stays still, his shoulders shaking slightly at the strain, before his body seemingly gives in and accepts the inevitable.
He doesn't look up at Ichigo now, not because he doesn't very much want to but because he can feel the water in the corners of his eyes and the way it clumps his eyelashes together. Pitiful, unimportant instinctual response - it shall be duly ignored. ]
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With a slow, uneven exhalation through his mouth, he pulls back very gradually. When the head pops past the bend between throat and mouth, his body actually tenses up briefly at the feel of it. It's partially due to the way it feels like strain, like being wedged open just a bit further than you're meant to - more than that, though, it's the knowledge of what's happening. Of how the other man's carving out a path within him and that he doesn't mind in the slightest.
Perhaps, in a way, he already has and this is simply an emphasis.
With a groan, audible now that his mouth is only half-way full, Byakuya shifts and slips both hands to Ichigo's hips instead. He digs his fingers in, grasping him as he can from this angle, buttocks, thighs, the implication of bone beneath skin. Pointedly, he pushes at him, urging him up, in, come on, unwilling to release his cock entirely to speak the words themselves. Instead, he relies on Ichigo's ability to catch his meaning (something he seems to be growing steadfastly better at, even if he likes to get grumpy about it), bends his neck and sucks him right back down. This time, the head pops into his throat just a little easier. Unfortunately, the faster pace also comes with a drawback - half a second later, his throat convulses and he gasps, forcibly relaxing himself, very, very unwilling to actually choke on Ichigo's cock.
Instead, he stays still, his shoulders shaking slightly at the strain, before his body seemingly gives in and accepts the inevitable.
He doesn't look up at Ichigo now, not because he doesn't very much want to but because he can feel the water in the corners of his eyes and the way it clumps his eyelashes together. Pitiful, unimportant instinctual response - it shall be duly ignored. ]