[ They do end up trading, one observation for another. Though, what Ichigo gets in turn is... did Byakuya just use... the word... Did Ichigo seriously just hear him say...? Here??
Opening his mouth to counter with something wry, instead Ichigo just stares dumbfounded at the other man with his sake cup kinda dangling uselessly between his fingers, the sole of his shoe pressing a bit too hard in against the side of Byakuya's foot. After a moment, he catches himself and eases up, straightening up as well in his chair and unceremoniously downing the rest of his alcohol in one go, eyes on Byakuya the whole way.
They're playing, and Ichigo was the one to start the game, right? Still he's the one currently feeling tingly from his knees to his navel, and shit - if he's gonna sit around here in this freakin' place much longer, knowing that Byakuya came to him because he made him horny, he's gonna die, pretty much, and it's not gonna be a good death. It's gonna be violent and ultimately, really stupid, when they could literally be doing what Byakuya apparently came to do and what Ichigo wants them to do right now.
He scoffs as he puts down the sake cup, pushing it a bit carelessly aside and looking furtively aside, trying not to look and to look at the other man at the same time, his cheeks bright pink from a mix of excitement and embarrassment. His foot slips further up Byakuya's leg for a moment before withdrawing entirely.
A bit sullenly, he points out, ]
We could be fucking right now, you know.
[ Keeping his voice down, so it's only audible to Byakuya, Ichigo slowly turns his attention back on the other man, his gaze direct and challenging. If you can, so can I, it means.
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Opening his mouth to counter with something wry, instead Ichigo just stares dumbfounded at the other man with his sake cup kinda dangling uselessly between his fingers, the sole of his shoe pressing a bit too hard in against the side of Byakuya's foot. After a moment, he catches himself and eases up, straightening up as well in his chair and unceremoniously downing the rest of his alcohol in one go, eyes on Byakuya the whole way.
They're playing, and Ichigo was the one to start the game, right? Still he's the one currently feeling tingly from his knees to his navel, and shit - if he's gonna sit around here in this freakin' place much longer, knowing that Byakuya came to him because he made him horny, he's gonna die, pretty much, and it's not gonna be a good death. It's gonna be violent and ultimately, really stupid, when they could literally be doing what Byakuya apparently came to do and what Ichigo wants them to do right now.
He scoffs as he puts down the sake cup, pushing it a bit carelessly aside and looking furtively aside, trying not to look and to look at the other man at the same time, his cheeks bright pink from a mix of excitement and embarrassment. His foot slips further up Byakuya's leg for a moment before withdrawing entirely.
A bit sullenly, he points out, ]
We could be fucking right now, you know.
[ Keeping his voice down, so it's only audible to Byakuya, Ichigo slowly turns his attention back on the other man, his gaze direct and challenging. If you can, so can I, it means.
I'm even upping the stakes. ]