[ While they kiss, Ichigo follows the veins along the underside of Byakuya's cock with his slickened thumb, the wetness making the glide easy and smooth. Just feeling him this way, knowing that... this is Byakuya's cock. This is a part of him Ichigo is allowed to touch... He breathes out raggedly in against his lips, opening up and taking Byakuya's tongue in turn when it's offered him, pushing past his lips and filling his mouth. He feels overwhelmed by all that proximity. Not too much, just... a lot, right? It's a lot.
Then, Byakuya slicks up the head of his cock by running his palm over it on the next upstroke, and Ichigo pulls out of the kiss to moan, his voice hoarse, broken, his hips urging forward into the feeling of his hand. The slit... Shit... Ichigo feels more than sees Byakuya leaning his head against his shoulder, burying his face into him and shakily, with his non-working hand, keeping up with his other, mirroring Byakuya now, too, rubbing at the head with the same smooth, easy glide, Ichigo folds his arm around his neck, holding him close.
It's good. Being touched like this... is good, but the implications are better, that he isn't alone, that this is something he can do with someone, and not just anyone either. Byakuya.
His balls are drawing up and for a moment, he feels like he's floating mid-step, then Ichigo feels his orgasm wash over him, like a wave, big, tsunami-like, and he bends his neck to press his face into the side of Byakuya's head, groaning loudly as he spends himself in his grip, hips working against his hand, his touch. His hair is so stupidly soft. It smells like him, his scent with sweat and everything hanging in Ichigo's nostrils. His cock is pulsing, spewing cum everywhere, leaving him to feel wrought inside and out.
Give him a break. This is the first time with someone else... His body is shaking from the outlet. There's a moment when he doesn't think there'll be anything left afterwards.
Though, he knows, of course there will. He'll make sure there is. There has to be. ]
[ Ichigo's reaction gives him away moments before his climax does - the sound of his moan, hoarse and ragged, pushes Byakuya right past the edge as well and he comes perhaps half a breath after Ichigo. The intensity of it takes him by surprise - Ichigo's cradling him against his shoulder and though he ought to be ashamed of that too, of what it might mean that he likes it, that he wants it this way, all he can really think is that it's a relief. Ichigo's strength is quite incomparable. Not simply his powers, no, it's just the way he is. And right now, Byakuya leans into him, he allows himself that weakness. He lets his orgasm wash over him, his breath a stuttering, pitiful thing against Ichigo's skin.
Ichigo, meanwhile, is loud when he comes. Of course he is. He's loud everywhere, perhaps except in the intermissions, those particular movements between times and places that make you vulnerable in a very different way. Byakuya is staring to understand that about him. He's noisy and overbearing, yes, but he is also painfully, achingly silent. Right now, he's groaning loudly next to Byakuya's ear, in his hair, spending himself all over his knuckles. Byakuya, in turn, comes in spurts against Ichigo's abdomen. They can mess each other up just fine, of course, hasn't it always been like that?
As he lies there, his body feeling feather-light and untouchable, he pulls Ichigo down against him and runs his hand soothingly down his back, over his hip and waist. He's shaking, enough that it's noticeable. Very belatedly, Byakuya wonders whether this might have been Ichigo's first time - it seems implausible but then again, this man does firsts in peculiar ways. In heartstopping, impossible ways.
So Byakuya holds him close and keeps his mind open. ]
[ It doesn't help - or maybe it does - that Byakuya comes in the next moment, spurting all over Ichigo's stomach, the whole sensation of it so intense, kinda lewd too and yet not, Ichigo honestly can't think straight for it, not for a while. He only grudgingly releases the other man's cock, once he stops moving against him, reaching behind himself blindly to wipe his hand on the sheets before inching in against Byakuya's front again, forcing them chest to chest once more, face to face. He stares into Byakuya's open, post-orgasmic features, mouth opening, then closing again and he's about to tell him, this was the first time and then decides not to. It doesn't matter.
Instead he pulls Byakuya closer by his neck, arm wrapped around the back of it, good hold, difficult to wrestle free off, except he'd let Byakuya go if he wanted to, he isn't like the bullies and psychos that Ichigo fights still, even now, when the opportunity shows itself. He's nothing like that. Breath still tumbling out of him, he pushes his forehead against Byakuya's forehead, getting his bangs in his face and really not minding much, and lies like that for a moment, quietly.
Then, he says: ]
Don't say anything. Just go to sleep. [ He closes his own eyes. His voice is hoarse and sounds weirdly abused. Besides, he's not sure who he's talking to, Byakuya or himself. ] We can talk later.
[ And so, he holds him, just like that.
It doesn't even have to be tomorrow. It's more of a general reassurance, a promise. Ichigo only makes those when he knows he can keep them, when not making them would be a greater crime than struggling to live up to your word, but this feels like one of those times. Like in front of his mom's grave, back then. Or in front of her flowers in the Kuchiki garden. It means, we'll talk when you're ready, because I'll be ready when you are. ]
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Then, Byakuya slicks up the head of his cock by running his palm over it on the next upstroke, and Ichigo pulls out of the kiss to moan, his voice hoarse, broken, his hips urging forward into the feeling of his hand. The slit... Shit... Ichigo feels more than sees Byakuya leaning his head against his shoulder, burying his face into him and shakily, with his non-working hand, keeping up with his other, mirroring Byakuya now, too, rubbing at the head with the same smooth, easy glide, Ichigo folds his arm around his neck, holding him close.
It's good. Being touched like this... is good, but the implications are better, that he isn't alone, that this is something he can do with someone, and not just anyone either. Byakuya.
His balls are drawing up and for a moment, he feels like he's floating mid-step, then Ichigo feels his orgasm wash over him, like a wave, big, tsunami-like, and he bends his neck to press his face into the side of Byakuya's head, groaning loudly as he spends himself in his grip, hips working against his hand, his touch. His hair is so stupidly soft. It smells like him, his scent with sweat and everything hanging in Ichigo's nostrils. His cock is pulsing, spewing cum everywhere, leaving him to feel wrought inside and out.
Give him a break. This is the first time with someone else... His body is shaking from the outlet. There's a moment when he doesn't think there'll be anything left afterwards.
Though, he knows, of course there will. He'll make sure there is. There has to be. ]
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Ichigo, meanwhile, is loud when he comes. Of course he is. He's loud everywhere, perhaps except in the intermissions, those particular movements between times and places that make you vulnerable in a very different way. Byakuya is staring to understand that about him. He's noisy and overbearing, yes, but he is also painfully, achingly silent. Right now, he's groaning loudly next to Byakuya's ear, in his hair, spending himself all over his knuckles. Byakuya, in turn, comes in spurts against Ichigo's abdomen. They can mess each other up just fine, of course, hasn't it always been like that?
As he lies there, his body feeling feather-light and untouchable, he pulls Ichigo down against him and runs his hand soothingly down his back, over his hip and waist. He's shaking, enough that it's noticeable. Very belatedly, Byakuya wonders whether this might have been Ichigo's first time - it seems implausible but then again, this man does firsts in peculiar ways. In heartstopping, impossible ways.
So Byakuya holds him close and keeps his mind open. ]
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Instead he pulls Byakuya closer by his neck, arm wrapped around the back of it, good hold, difficult to wrestle free off, except he'd let Byakuya go if he wanted to, he isn't like the bullies and psychos that Ichigo fights still, even now, when the opportunity shows itself. He's nothing like that. Breath still tumbling out of him, he pushes his forehead against Byakuya's forehead, getting his bangs in his face and really not minding much, and lies like that for a moment, quietly.
Then, he says: ]
Don't say anything. Just go to sleep. [ He closes his own eyes. His voice is hoarse and sounds weirdly abused. Besides, he's not sure who he's talking to, Byakuya or himself. ] We can talk later.
[ And so, he holds him, just like that.
It doesn't even have to be tomorrow. It's more of a general reassurance, a promise. Ichigo only makes those when he knows he can keep them, when not making them would be a greater crime than struggling to live up to your word, but this feels like one of those times. Like in front of his mom's grave, back then. Or in front of her flowers in the Kuchiki garden. It means, we'll talk when you're ready, because I'll be ready when you are. ]