[ Obviously, if Ichigo wanted free and out of his grasp, all he'd have to do is move properly - though Byakuya knows ways to keep people down much bigger than himself, he's not deploying any of them and Ichigo is, for all intents and purposes, physically stronger. He can feel him struggling in his hold, but in a way that implies ambiguity. Like he's not struggling against him, in particular, but against the concept, against the mere notion of comfort.
You have to wonder about that, really. Doesn't he have friends? It's true, from how they generally interact, Rukia would have probably hit him over the head instead but surely, some of the other humans... Ichigo, meanwhile, tugs at his cheap, synthetic night clothes, hard, desperately, his breathing ragged and hot. Byakuya keeps his hold as it is because he isn't being rejected or kicked off the bed and he knows what that means. He knows how desperately vulnerable it feels, to crave this kind of proximity - indeed, he's not averse to hugging, he just doesn't particularly want any from people he knows.
Perhaps, in some way or another, Ichigo is the same.
He makes a low hm at Ichigo's words and tightens his grip ever so slightly as the other man slowly but surely collapses against him, into him. Byakuya pulls him down the rest of the way onto the bed, folding one hand very lightly against the back of his head. There, it means. Stay. He can feel his night shirt growing damp and says nothing about it.
At the back of his mind, he thinks about Ichigo saying his name. Back then, in the rain, he hadn't said anything at all but as he'd thought, the words had been there, withheld, kept within and taking up no space for anyone else. Such a stubborn man. ]
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You have to wonder about that, really. Doesn't he have friends? It's true, from how they generally interact, Rukia would have probably hit him over the head instead but surely, some of the other humans... Ichigo, meanwhile, tugs at his cheap, synthetic night clothes, hard, desperately, his breathing ragged and hot. Byakuya keeps his hold as it is because he isn't being rejected or kicked off the bed and he knows what that means. He knows how desperately vulnerable it feels, to crave this kind of proximity - indeed, he's not averse to hugging, he just doesn't particularly want any from people he knows.
Perhaps, in some way or another, Ichigo is the same.
He makes a low hm at Ichigo's words and tightens his grip ever so slightly as the other man slowly but surely collapses against him, into him. Byakuya pulls him down the rest of the way onto the bed, folding one hand very lightly against the back of his head. There, it means. Stay. He can feel his night shirt growing damp and says nothing about it.
At the back of his mind, he thinks about Ichigo saying his name. Back then, in the rain, he hadn't said anything at all but as he'd thought, the words had been there, withheld, kept within and taking up no space for anyone else. Such a stubborn man. ]