[ The slide doesn't exactly get better, as in - it definitely doesn't get worse, right, as Byakuya starts pulling back, Ichigo feeling the motion of his own cock slipping back out like tight walls slipping along and releasing its length, his breath shuddering out of him and his moaning coming deep from his chest. His hand keeps stroking the back of Byakuya's head, long, calm touches of fingers to his hair, his scalp, making sure that the other man can feel him in turn. Anything else would be unfair, really.
If he'd intended to say something more, Byakuya shuts him up effectively by forcing himself back down over his cock, spearing himself on the whole size of it and Ichigo groans now, his hips trembling and straining in a way that almost physically hurts, shit. He wants to move. He wants to move so bad, he almost can't see for it.
What he does see - and feel, fromt tip to base - is Byakuya choking on him in his eagerness, his throat convulsing and his inner walls tightening harshly around him, almost enough to set Ichigo off completely, though he manages to calm the first response by deep breathing, his own lungs filling shallowly, rapidly. Can't imagine how Byakuya must be feeling like that. Not sure he wants to imagine, but he likes it.
Looking down, he takes in how his shoulders are shaking and on his face... oh... is that... well, sure, but... Air leaving him in a long exhalation, Ichigo reaches down with his free hand and cups the other man's face with his palm, running his thumb along his lower lashes, smearing out the wetness there. The whole feeling of doing that, to him, for him, makes his balls draw up so harshly, he's honestly only a minute from coming. Even if he didn't do what Byakuya is soundlessly telling him to. Thrust, he means, take me, and Ichigo breathes again, and again, running his now wet fingers down to the other man's mouth, tracing the round O-shape of it, taut and tight, where it's engulfing the very base of his cock.
He wants to take him, then. Just... Since he's asking, all right. He wants to have him that way. ]
Don't worry. [ His voice doesn't sound like his voice, when he speaks. It sounds airy and full of wonder. ] I'll be careful with you.
[ Like that, eyes narrowing in concentration and pleasure, Ichigo grasps Byakuya by his chin and angles himself slightly, pushing inward, into him, filling him and fuck, the feeling of that, the slide, the sensation of... control, being in control, being given that control by someone like Byakuya...
Moaning loudly, his chin drops to his chest and he repeats the motion one more time, then again, slowly, carefully. His other hand is still touching Byakuya by the back of his head, but more in the sense of holding him still. Keeping him. There.
The sounds he's making.... he doesn't even recognise them himself... whimpering and pitiful and like he's the one with water in his eyes...
Just a minute more of this, just let Byakuya hold out that long for him, okay? ]
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If he'd intended to say something more, Byakuya shuts him up effectively by forcing himself back down over his cock, spearing himself on the whole size of it and Ichigo groans now, his hips trembling and straining in a way that almost physically hurts, shit. He wants to move. He wants to move so bad, he almost can't see for it.
What he does see - and feel, fromt tip to base - is Byakuya choking on him in his eagerness, his throat convulsing and his inner walls tightening harshly around him, almost enough to set Ichigo off completely, though he manages to calm the first response by deep breathing, his own lungs filling shallowly, rapidly. Can't imagine how Byakuya must be feeling like that. Not sure he wants to imagine, but he likes it.
Looking down, he takes in how his shoulders are shaking and on his face... oh... is that... well, sure, but... Air leaving him in a long exhalation, Ichigo reaches down with his free hand and cups the other man's face with his palm, running his thumb along his lower lashes, smearing out the wetness there. The whole feeling of doing that, to him, for him, makes his balls draw up so harshly, he's honestly only a minute from coming. Even if he didn't do what Byakuya is soundlessly telling him to. Thrust, he means, take me, and Ichigo breathes again, and again, running his now wet fingers down to the other man's mouth, tracing the round O-shape of it, taut and tight, where it's engulfing the very base of his cock.
He wants to take him, then. Just... Since he's asking, all right. He wants to have him that way. ]
Don't worry. [ His voice doesn't sound like his voice, when he speaks. It sounds airy and full of wonder. ] I'll be careful with you.
[ Like that, eyes narrowing in concentration and pleasure, Ichigo grasps Byakuya by his chin and angles himself slightly, pushing inward, into him, filling him and fuck, the feeling of that, the slide, the sensation of... control, being in control, being given that control by someone like Byakuya...
Moaning loudly, his chin drops to his chest and he repeats the motion one more time, then again, slowly, carefully. His other hand is still touching Byakuya by the back of his head, but more in the sense of holding him still. Keeping him. There.
The sounds he's making.... he doesn't even recognise them himself... whimpering and pitiful and like he's the one with water in his eyes...
Just a minute more of this, just let Byakuya hold out that long for him, okay? ]