[ He doesn't smile against Ichigo's skin, though his chest warms in amusement at his words. He isn't truly teasing him, at least not on purpose but just to acknowledge the hypothesis for what it is - understandable and logical, even - he leaves Ichigo's nipple alone and shifts downwards, nibbling his way down his midriff and leaving pink marks in his wake. Ichigo, in turn, has loosened his hair and now, it truly goes everywhere - his shoulders, his chin, his face - in a way that always reminds him of the times he's accidentally kept it too long, leaving it skirting past the safe zone of Senbonzakura and consequently, five inches shorter in the aftermath.
These days, it hardly matters. He could grow it waist-length, basically, with how little he uses Bankai. Glancing up at Ichigo, his chest softening another fraction at how he's clearly trying to keep still beneath him, to let himself receive, he decides that he just might. Grow it out.
Give him something to hold onto. ]
You are doing fine, as well.
[ He speaks against Ichigo's skin, lips sliding over the space between his midriff and his navel, his chin close enough to his cock that he might just touch it if he dips his head. Instead, he shifts down between his legs until he's got his cock more or less in his face, big and hard and beautifully pink at the tip. Swallowing down a moan at the sight alone, he gets comfortable on his elbows, caging Ichigo's hips in along the way and folding his fingers around the base carefully.
Like that, he angles it outwards, tilts his head a little to the side and leans down to lick a wet trail beneath the head, lapping at the shaft afterwards. He tastes like musk and sweat - like sex, basically, but distilled - and the feeling actually makes him hard again. This time, he doesn't hide the moan from the depths of his throat. Instead, he folds his other hand across Ichigo's belly as another weight, not to keep him still but to anchor him. He folds his hand more firmly around his shaft, parts his lips and takes the head into his mouth, letting him take up all the space he needs and breathing slowly out. ]
[ Like he's actually doing what Ichigo's telling him to, and when does that truly ever happen, Byakuya only ever does what he wants - which means, he must be wanting this as well, the other man moves down over his stomach, settling in between his thighs and folding his hands around the base of Ichigo's cock. Ichigo groans, only halfway hearing the other man telling him in return, that he's doing fine. Fine? That's what he's calling this? Fine?
Scoffing slightly, the sound soon morphing into an outdrawn moan as Byakuya proceeds to lick his cock, then suck it, Ichigo writhes helplessly beneath Byakuya's hand across his midriff. It's not a bond or a way to hold him down, it's to provide him some calm, right? Give him a sense of safety. Anyway, it works. Although he's breathing funny, it's mostly because this is the first time someone is putting their mouth to his cock at all, and he didn't know what to expect except pleasure, obviously. Still, it's a warm, deep sensation, the feeling goes beyond just the pleasure shooting into his groin, it's more than that.
It's Ichigo, desperately gripping Byakuya's hair, pushing all those loose bangs out of his face while he opens his mouth to him, Ichigo fighting not to thrust upwards and managing mostly by dumb freakin' luck. There is a sense of push, though, a slight upwards motion. And trembling. Lots of it. Ichigo groans, his head falling back weakly. He pants, turns his head to stare down himself. ]
You're doing better. Always gotta try and outdo me, huh?
[ He doesn't say, maybe this time you'll actually succeed, because he can't even think it, with his cock pushing over Byakuya's tongue like that, but he means it. Not like it matters anyway, Ichigo will - if he's lucky - have plenty of opportunity to refine his skill, learn, teach. They could get to know each other that way, isn't that so? They could share that kind of space, Byakuya and him. Now.
Arching slightly off the mattress, he moans in time with Byakuya himself and the sound of that, their voices together, only makes Ichigo's toes curl more. ]
[ To outdo him? Byakuya responds by raising one eyebrow and looking up at him with his mouth stretched around his cock. If this had been any sort of competition, surely they would have both been aware of it. How very typical of Ichigo, though, trying to turn it into something he might measure himself against. Under other circumstances, he might possibly approve - right here, he strokes his belly briefly before he starts jerking him off sloppily. Then, to follow the motion, he tries experimentally to move his head up and down whilst keeping him in his mouth all throughout and - oh.
Breath stumbling out of him, he groans and does it again.
It gives... the very odd sensation of someone fucking into him and if anyone had asked him a year ago (nevermind the fact that absolutely no one would ever dare), he certainly wouldn't have expected to like it this much. His cock, however, is so appreciative that he has to move his hand from Ichigo's stomach and fold it around himself, squeezing hard just to do something with the aching need currently building in the pit of his belly. He shifts, giving himself a better angle and closes his eyes. Then, he starts moving his head more steadfastly, feeling the glide of Ichigo's cock between his lips as it slips out about halfway and then, back in it goes, far enough that the head pushes hard against the back of his mouth.
Drooling magnificently, he uses the slick to jerk him off more smoothly. Then, though his hand truly isn't wet enough by far, he mirrors the motion with his other hand, his balls so tight that the dryness of his palm makes absolutely no difference to the outcome.
Like that, he pushes them both onwards. He's not trying to rush anything, it just seemingly happens, like somehow there's a current in these strange waters strong enough to pull them both along. ]
[ It's overwhelmingly good. Ichigo's hips are working desperately to get more of it, though Byakuya's doing a fair job, covering all of it, the friction, wet, warm, slick friction and his hand jerking Ichigo's cock off at the base, making up for what he can't reach with his mouth like this. Ichigo's eyes stay tightly shut and his mouth is hanging open as he bolters towards the edge, fast, determined, desperately, running for it. His balls are drawing up and with one hand in the sheets now, the other in Byakuya's hair, more tightly now, grabbing more than smoothening back, he moans again and again, in time with the rush of pleasure surging through him.
It's crazy. He cracks open one eye and chances a glance down at Byakuya who's, besides sucking him off like a freakin' pro, is also palming himself with the same focused, almost serene expression as always and Ichigo can't stand it. The other man's the same as always, but he's also giving Ichigo a blowjob and bringing him down into his body in such a different, addictive way. Ichigo knows he's about to cum, the tightness in his balls say as much, but he already wants them to do it again. And again.
Finally giving up every semblance of self-control, Ichigo's hips jerk harshly upwards and he groans, more like a whimper, but he's not gonna admit to that, come on, burying himself a bit more in Byakuya's mouth, trying not to force himself further in than... strictly necessary... just a bit more... more... Oh. Oh!
His orgasm washes over him, it's like a wall of water, not anything like a trickle or just a stream, it's tsunami-like and he makes a strangled sound, pushing into it, taking it as it hits him, his cock spurting cum onto Byakuya's tongue before Ichigo had any chance of warning him. He actually does feel awful about that, he just can't find it in him to care right now. When he's drowning, right? He's definitely drowning in it.
Panting harshly, he just lies there in the wake of it. One hand gently cupping the back of Byakuya's head, cradling his hair weakly. His chest is heaving. ]
I -- [ His voice is shaking, too. Ichigo takes a moment to collect himself, then tries again. ] I was gonna let you know.
[ His fingers in Byakuya's hair, threading through it softly, doesn't say sorry. It says thank you. ]
[ Ichigo's desperation is incredibly physical, from the way he's twisting the sheets in one hand to the steel grip on Byakuya's hair. If he wanted to, he could pull Byakuya all the way down onto his cock - if he'd been that type of person. Of course, then they probably wouldn't be having sex at all. As it is, Ichigo treats him kindly; he holds on but doesn't pull, he twists against the sheets but doesn't force himself inwards, not to any bothersome degree. Though he can be overbearing, annoying and rude - and those are facts - he's also this: too sweet to make things uncomfortable for Byakuya, too kind and too principled in his own way.
As a token of his appreciation, Byakuya keeps sucking him right through his climax. Even with the other man's cock pushing dangerously close to his throat - and one day, perhaps they ought to try that, just to see - he doesn't stop, keeps him safely locked between his lips, within the warmth of his mouth. When he comes, pulsing harshly against Byakuya's tongue, he swallows dutifully, frowning slightly at the new taste and consistency. It's odd, as it turns out. He doesn't mind.
When Ichigo spends himself, he does it with a strangled sound, a moan of a kind that he won't quite allow himself and Byakuya decides that one day, he's going to hear him. One day. Now, he pulls gently off Ichigo's cock, feeling it pop past his lips, his jaw mostly numb at this point and thus, uninteresting. He leans into the touch of Ichigo's fingers in his hair, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against his abdomen.
I was gonna let you know he says, and Byakuya wants to say, don't worry, you did but instead, he just stays where he is, eyes closed, sinking into the comfortable, familiar darkness behind his eyelids.
Exhaling noisily, he gives his own cock a few harsh pulls, no finesse and very little carefulness, before pushing himself right over the edge, tasting Ichigo all the while, with every inhalation he makes. He comes, spending himself on his own knuckles, his nose pressed right beneath Ichigo's ribs and his shoulders shaking with every ragged breath he takes. ]
[ Byakuya doesn't answer, at least not in words. Instead he pushes his forehead against Ichigo's belly, jerking himself off in a few, hard strokes and Ichigo almost aches listening to it, the sound of it, the slight motion of his arm moving, his breathing harsh and shallow against Ichigo's skin. Next time, he thinks, not even questioning whether there'll be a next time, they both decided, right? They've both chosen to be here, in this hotel. Next time, let me be the one to do that to you, okay? Still, he doesn't say anything, just keeps soothingly stroking Byakuya's hair, long, heavy touches of his fingers. Ichigo hears himself breathing in and out in time with Byakuya, once he's coming down from his (second) orgasm, staying ahead, huh?
Staying ahead.
Finally, his hand falls away, landing heavily on Byakuya's shoulder, covered in more strands of long, inky black hair. They draw lines against the paleness of his skin. Ichigo brushes them aside, brushes his fingertips over his shoulder blade, following the shape of it. Caresses him like that.
He thinks about the classes he should be attending now and knows he's learned a lot more already than any of that crap could've taught him anyway. Just a different teacher. Making an outdrawn sound, more scoff than sigh, he stretches languidly and in the end, lets his hand fall away from Byakuya's back as well. ]
Should I start calling you sensei? That where we're at? [ Gently reaching up and supporting Byakuya with a hand to his cheek as he himself starts to sit up, making sure the other man stays comfortable against his stomach, Ichigo looks down at him, lips pursed from his seated position. He's kidding, of course.
He'd never call him sensei. ] Take over a few more of my classes and I'd feel obliged, you know.
[ Rolling one shoulder slightly, he ends up leaning back on his hands against the mattress, arms holding him up easily. Him and Byakuya. -sensei. Ichigo smiles lightly. It's good-humoured. There was one point where he didn't think Byakuya deserved an homorific, then a point when he felt they were equal enough he didn't need it and now, that he'd be ready to give him one, they're too close for it.
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These days, it hardly matters. He could grow it waist-length, basically, with how little he uses Bankai. Glancing up at Ichigo, his chest softening another fraction at how he's clearly trying to keep still beneath him, to let himself receive, he decides that he just might. Grow it out.
Give him something to hold onto. ]
You are doing fine, as well.
[ He speaks against Ichigo's skin, lips sliding over the space between his midriff and his navel, his chin close enough to his cock that he might just touch it if he dips his head. Instead, he shifts down between his legs until he's got his cock more or less in his face, big and hard and beautifully pink at the tip. Swallowing down a moan at the sight alone, he gets comfortable on his elbows, caging Ichigo's hips in along the way and folding his fingers around the base carefully.
Like that, he angles it outwards, tilts his head a little to the side and leans down to lick a wet trail beneath the head, lapping at the shaft afterwards. He tastes like musk and sweat - like sex, basically, but distilled - and the feeling actually makes him hard again. This time, he doesn't hide the moan from the depths of his throat. Instead, he folds his other hand across Ichigo's belly as another weight, not to keep him still but to anchor him. He folds his hand more firmly around his shaft, parts his lips and takes the head into his mouth, letting him take up all the space he needs and breathing slowly out. ]
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Scoffing slightly, the sound soon morphing into an outdrawn moan as Byakuya proceeds to lick his cock, then suck it, Ichigo writhes helplessly beneath Byakuya's hand across his midriff. It's not a bond or a way to hold him down, it's to provide him some calm, right? Give him a sense of safety. Anyway, it works. Although he's breathing funny, it's mostly because this is the first time someone is putting their mouth to his cock at all, and he didn't know what to expect except pleasure, obviously. Still, it's a warm, deep sensation, the feeling goes beyond just the pleasure shooting into his groin, it's more than that.
It's Ichigo, desperately gripping Byakuya's hair, pushing all those loose bangs out of his face while he opens his mouth to him, Ichigo fighting not to thrust upwards and managing mostly by dumb freakin' luck. There is a sense of push, though, a slight upwards motion. And trembling. Lots of it. Ichigo groans, his head falling back weakly. He pants, turns his head to stare down himself. ]
You're doing better. Always gotta try and outdo me, huh?
[ He doesn't say, maybe this time you'll actually succeed, because he can't even think it, with his cock pushing over Byakuya's tongue like that, but he means it. Not like it matters anyway, Ichigo will - if he's lucky - have plenty of opportunity to refine his skill, learn, teach. They could get to know each other that way, isn't that so? They could share that kind of space, Byakuya and him. Now.
Arching slightly off the mattress, he moans in time with Byakuya himself and the sound of that, their voices together, only makes Ichigo's toes curl more. ]
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Breath stumbling out of him, he groans and does it again.
It gives... the very odd sensation of someone fucking into him and if anyone had asked him a year ago (nevermind the fact that absolutely no one would ever dare), he certainly wouldn't have expected to like it this much. His cock, however, is so appreciative that he has to move his hand from Ichigo's stomach and fold it around himself, squeezing hard just to do something with the aching need currently building in the pit of his belly. He shifts, giving himself a better angle and closes his eyes. Then, he starts moving his head more steadfastly, feeling the glide of Ichigo's cock between his lips as it slips out about halfway and then, back in it goes, far enough that the head pushes hard against the back of his mouth.
Drooling magnificently, he uses the slick to jerk him off more smoothly. Then, though his hand truly isn't wet enough by far, he mirrors the motion with his other hand, his balls so tight that the dryness of his palm makes absolutely no difference to the outcome.
Like that, he pushes them both onwards. He's not trying to rush anything, it just seemingly happens, like somehow there's a current in these strange waters strong enough to pull them both along. ]
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It's crazy. He cracks open one eye and chances a glance down at Byakuya who's, besides sucking him off like a freakin' pro, is also palming himself with the same focused, almost serene expression as always and Ichigo can't stand it. The other man's the same as always, but he's also giving Ichigo a blowjob and bringing him down into his body in such a different, addictive way. Ichigo knows he's about to cum, the tightness in his balls say as much, but he already wants them to do it again. And again.
Finally giving up every semblance of self-control, Ichigo's hips jerk harshly upwards and he groans, more like a whimper, but he's not gonna admit to that, come on, burying himself a bit more in Byakuya's mouth, trying not to force himself further in than... strictly necessary... just a bit more... more... Oh. Oh!
His orgasm washes over him, it's like a wall of water, not anything like a trickle or just a stream, it's tsunami-like and he makes a strangled sound, pushing into it, taking it as it hits him, his cock spurting cum onto Byakuya's tongue before Ichigo had any chance of warning him. He actually does feel awful about that, he just can't find it in him to care right now. When he's drowning, right? He's definitely drowning in it.
Panting harshly, he just lies there in the wake of it. One hand gently cupping the back of Byakuya's head, cradling his hair weakly. His chest is heaving. ]
I -- [ His voice is shaking, too. Ichigo takes a moment to collect himself, then tries again. ] I was gonna let you know.
[ His fingers in Byakuya's hair, threading through it softly, doesn't say sorry. It says thank you. ]
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As a token of his appreciation, Byakuya keeps sucking him right through his climax. Even with the other man's cock pushing dangerously close to his throat - and one day, perhaps they ought to try that, just to see - he doesn't stop, keeps him safely locked between his lips, within the warmth of his mouth. When he comes, pulsing harshly against Byakuya's tongue, he swallows dutifully, frowning slightly at the new taste and consistency. It's odd, as it turns out. He doesn't mind.
When Ichigo spends himself, he does it with a strangled sound, a moan of a kind that he won't quite allow himself and Byakuya decides that one day, he's going to hear him. One day. Now, he pulls gently off Ichigo's cock, feeling it pop past his lips, his jaw mostly numb at this point and thus, uninteresting. He leans into the touch of Ichigo's fingers in his hair, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against his abdomen.
I was gonna let you know he says, and Byakuya wants to say, don't worry, you did but instead, he just stays where he is, eyes closed, sinking into the comfortable, familiar darkness behind his eyelids.
Exhaling noisily, he gives his own cock a few harsh pulls, no finesse and very little carefulness, before pushing himself right over the edge, tasting Ichigo all the while, with every inhalation he makes. He comes, spending himself on his own knuckles, his nose pressed right beneath Ichigo's ribs and his shoulders shaking with every ragged breath he takes. ]
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Staying ahead.
Finally, his hand falls away, landing heavily on Byakuya's shoulder, covered in more strands of long, inky black hair. They draw lines against the paleness of his skin. Ichigo brushes them aside, brushes his fingertips over his shoulder blade, following the shape of it. Caresses him like that.
He thinks about the classes he should be attending now and knows he's learned a lot more already than any of that crap could've taught him anyway. Just a different teacher. Making an outdrawn sound, more scoff than sigh, he stretches languidly and in the end, lets his hand fall away from Byakuya's back as well. ]
Should I start calling you sensei? That where we're at? [ Gently reaching up and supporting Byakuya with a hand to his cheek as he himself starts to sit up, making sure the other man stays comfortable against his stomach, Ichigo looks down at him, lips pursed from his seated position. He's kidding, of course.
He'd never call him sensei. ] Take over a few more of my classes and I'd feel obliged, you know.
[ Rolling one shoulder slightly, he ends up leaning back on his hands against the mattress, arms holding him up easily. Him and Byakuya. -sensei. Ichigo smiles lightly. It's good-humoured. There was one point where he didn't think Byakuya deserved an homorific, then a point when he felt they were equal enough he didn't need it and now, that he'd be ready to give him one, they're too close for it.
The distance it would put in between them. So. ]
Byakuya.
[ He just says. ]