[ It's enough, Byakuya answers and it's true enough that he takes Ichigo by his head and his side, pulling him down on top of him, their legs entangling messily in the process, as he himself lies down on his back. It's done with uncharacteristic stiffness and as such, Ichigo is careful with him, supporting himself with a hand on either side of his head, holding himself up slightly, taking his weight off of him a bit. Sure, Byakuya could carry him, no doubt, but Ichigo doesn't want him to - like he doesn't want him to suffer any bad outcomes because of this. He's ready. Maybe he's been ready for a while. Maybe he's just been waiting. Huh. ]
Good. Relax.
[ It's a reassurance, in a way. He isn't one for mollycuddling people, and Byakuya isn't the person you mollycuddle, so it fits. It fits.
Looking down at the other man, something finally settles the nightmare he just had. It's the sight of how truly okay Byakuya is. He is whole and well and not apart, not dying and Ichigo narrows his eyes slightly at that, gaze trekking down his front, the nightshirt with its row of buttons and shouldn't he be less dressed for this? Isn't this something you're supposed to do bared?
Anyway, whether or not it is, Ichigo wants him that way so, as he leans down and bends his neck a bit, carefully kissing along the other side of Byakuya's jawline towards his mouth again, he starts in on the buttons, quickly, minimal fumbling, getting his nightshirt open over his chest.
At the final three buttons, he reaches his lips, kissing him. Slower, this time, if just as insistent about it. Byakuya's lips are warm and soft and Ichigo thinks, he honestly has no idea what the hell he's doing - but he knows he wants it to come out good for them. The both of them.
And that, at least, is something he's got practice in ensuring. ]
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Good. Relax.
[ It's a reassurance, in a way. He isn't one for mollycuddling people, and Byakuya isn't the person you mollycuddle, so it fits. It fits.
Looking down at the other man, something finally settles the nightmare he just had. It's the sight of how truly okay Byakuya is. He is whole and well and not apart, not dying and Ichigo narrows his eyes slightly at that, gaze trekking down his front, the nightshirt with its row of buttons and shouldn't he be less dressed for this? Isn't this something you're supposed to do bared?
Anyway, whether or not it is, Ichigo wants him that way so, as he leans down and bends his neck a bit, carefully kissing along the other side of Byakuya's jawline towards his mouth again, he starts in on the buttons, quickly, minimal fumbling, getting his nightshirt open over his chest.
At the final three buttons, he reaches his lips, kissing him. Slower, this time, if just as insistent about it. Byakuya's lips are warm and soft and Ichigo thinks, he honestly has no idea what the hell he's doing - but he knows he wants it to come out good for them. The both of them.
And that, at least, is something he's got practice in ensuring. ]