[ Byakuya feels like he's blown completely open this way. With how Ichigo sinks into him again and again, keeping it from being rough not with an effort, but with all the freakin' will he's got. He'd never. He'd never treat him like that. Shit, he'd die first.
Those whimpering, low but outdrawn sounds keep rolling off of his tongue and he wouldn't know how to suppress them, even if Byakuya hadn't given him a carte blanche to be as loud as he wants. Maybe because it's not really a question of wanting it, it's just part of the experience, him fucking Byakuya's throat like this and Byakuya's family having to live with the evidence, they're two sides of the same coin. Ichigo's eyes fall shut as he gets closer and closer to coming, his balls drawing up harshly and his cock trobbing hotly along the full width of Byakuya's tongue.
Fuck. Fuck.
His fingers tighten convulsively in the other man's hair as he finally leans in over him a little, not pushing in any further, not sure how far he'd even get at this point, nowhere nice, at least, just like he would if he was gonna protect him from the onslaught of attack or something, shielding him with his own body, that kind of thing.
His palm runs along Byakuya's jaw, following the shape of his face, to his ear, to his temple. It's a caress. ]
Still honoured, you know. [ Ichigo is panting heavily. ] That -- [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - you keep giving me special treatment.
[ Only, at this point, his voice sounds pretty much destroyed and Ichigo throws his head back and moans, then, his whole body shaking notably as the next thrust, and the next after that grows slightly faster, minimally harder and he finally more stumbles than falls into his orgasm. He groans, then whimpers, then nothing, his hips working desperately as he spends himself so far back Byakuya' throat, it's almost like it doesn't exist.
Except it does, it exists between them. This feeling of overwhelming lightness and pleasure. He's gasping, staring up at the ceiling, his hand grabbing on to the back of Byakuya's head for support. He could stay like this a good long while, right, but he isn't gonna. Still shuddering and gasping, he's quick to pull out, keeping the movement slow and careful all throughout.
Even post-orgasmic, he' not just gonna go forgetting himself. Forgetting Byakuya, even less. ]
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Those whimpering, low but outdrawn sounds keep rolling off of his tongue and he wouldn't know how to suppress them, even if Byakuya hadn't given him a carte blanche to be as loud as he wants. Maybe because it's not really a question of wanting it, it's just part of the experience, him fucking Byakuya's throat like this and Byakuya's family having to live with the evidence, they're two sides of the same coin. Ichigo's eyes fall shut as he gets closer and closer to coming, his balls drawing up harshly and his cock trobbing hotly along the full width of Byakuya's tongue.
Fuck. Fuck.
His fingers tighten convulsively in the other man's hair as he finally leans in over him a little, not pushing in any further, not sure how far he'd even get at this point, nowhere nice, at least, just like he would if he was gonna protect him from the onslaught of attack or something, shielding him with his own body, that kind of thing.
His palm runs along Byakuya's jaw, following the shape of his face, to his ear, to his temple. It's a caress. ]
Still honoured, you know. [ Ichigo is panting heavily. ] That -- [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - you keep giving me special treatment.
[ Only, at this point, his voice sounds pretty much destroyed and Ichigo throws his head back and moans, then, his whole body shaking notably as the next thrust, and the next after that grows slightly faster, minimally harder and he finally more stumbles than falls into his orgasm. He groans, then whimpers, then nothing, his hips working desperately as he spends himself so far back Byakuya' throat, it's almost like it doesn't exist.
Except it does, it exists between them. This feeling of overwhelming lightness and pleasure. He's gasping, staring up at the ceiling, his hand grabbing on to the back of Byakuya's head for support. He could stay like this a good long while, right, but he isn't gonna. Still shuddering and gasping, he's quick to pull out, keeping the movement slow and careful all throughout.
Even post-orgasmic, he' not just gonna go forgetting himself. Forgetting Byakuya, even less. ]