[ His climax builds gradually tonight, like all the matter in his body has become determined to take everything slowly, up to and including the muscles and chemicals required for an orgasm. It would be infuriating if he wasn't so close to coming - as it is, he just lets himself flow with the stream of pleasure, eyes falling shut as he pushes up into Ichigo's mouth, into his slick palm. It feels - it feels - his hand stilling momentarily against Ichigo's arse, thumb hooked inside of him, he gasps and grasps Ichigo's hair hard enough that he's definitely pulling, most definitely. It washes over him then, drowns out the tiredness for what feels like many seconds, his eyes closed and his breathing stumbling from his lips.
He spends himself in Ichigo's mouth. At this point, he thinks the other man ought to simply pull away in time if he doesn't want to swallow - it doesn't seem to bother either of them and when he's busy climaxing, Byakuya certainly isn't going to invent a new problem to get stuck on. Instead, he twists a little against the mattress, hips thrusting upwards as his cock pulses harshly, thrusting in far enough that he can feel himself hitting the roof of Ichigo's mouth.
Gasping, he slumps down on his back again. He forces his eyes open, forces himself to think past the pleasure currently settling in his body. It feels like weight, blooming from inside his very bones. He doesn't want to move but when he glances sideways, he can see that Ichigo's cock is half-hard, his arsehole still clenched around his finger, and no matter how tired he is, he certainly isn't going to leave him wanting when he's already taken his time, his presence and his body.
Blinking harshly, he sits up partially unto his elbow (careful not to push his cock upwards into Ichigo's face - nose, mouth, either way, it sounds unpleasant). From there, all he needs to do is turn his head, ignore his hair getting everywhere and coax Ichigo's cock into his mouth with his tongue. He tilts his chin, angling himself, and slides the head of his cock between his lips, allows it to fill his mouth. It takes up all the space in there or so it seems. He closes his eyes and pulls out his thumb, adding his middle finger instead and pushing it inwards, seeking out his prostate blindly and finding it with ease.
He knows him inside and out, to an extent. The thought makes him want to smile.
Instead, he sucks on Ichigo's cock sloppily, saliva dripping onto the mattress. He frees his hand from Ichigo's hair and folds it around the shaft, angling him down to take him in just a bit further and presses his fingertip against his prostate, repeatedly, moving his finger back and forth. ]
[ Fucking almost non-stop for half a day in a hotel room downtown has kinda convinced Ichigo that he actually really likes the feeling of a cock coming in his mouth, he's not gonna dismiss the fat chance that it's because that cock is Byakuya's, but under any circumstances, he likes it. He likes it now as well, as Byakuya thrusts in far enough that the head of his cock pushes up against the roof of his mouth, although he normally prefers to keep it more shallow. When a guy is coming, you gotta give him liberties, right? So he sucks and sucks until the first spurts hits his tongue, then he swallows and swallows, slobbering loudly and groaning all the while, because Byakuya has a freakin' finger in his ass and he's getting hard again within the span of five minutes. Give him a break!
Pulling off Byakuya's cock less than elegantly, lots of spit and residual cum everywhere, when the man stops thrusting and his cock starts losing hardness, Ichigo is about to sit up and look down at what Byakuya is doing, but Byakuya manages to move first, sucking Ichigo's hardening cock into his mouth, the sensitivity through the roof and he audibly gasps, collapsing back on his side. Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
Hands slick from spit and cum, Ichigo reaches down and buries his fingers in Byakuya's hair, caring exactly zero about how he's getting all that junk in his black strands. He yanks, really yanks, twisting and moaning loudly as the other man starts working his cock with his mouth, sucking on it for real - while he adds another finger to the first, hitting him directly in the prostate, not just once, or twice, or three times.
He keeps doing it.
Ichigo's body feels suddenly very weak and all his muscles are angrily tightening, relaxing, tightening again... Shit. It comes out as more of a shout, his hips bucking forward, pushing without any of his usual restraint into Byakuya's mouth. He will have to deal or stop doing... that... thing... Ichigo pants harshly, twisting his fingers in his hair and trying to control himself better on his second try. He was hard in two seconds. Now, he's about ten seconds from coming again, already. ]
Byakuya. [ He sounds desperate. And hoarse. And out of breath. ] I'm gonna... you gotta... please...
[ The sounds are lewd. Good thing the barrier holds or he'd be ashamed of doing this in the same house his sisters sleep. Screwing his eyes shut, Ichigo pushes simultaneously forward, gentler, into Byakuya's mouth and pushes back against his fingers, freakin' milking him for the rest.
His whole body is trembling. Tangibly. He's shaking. ]
[ He feels more than sees how Ichigo collapses onto his side. Seconds later, there are hands grasping his hair, pulling it roughly, a desperate hold, like the other man's on the verge of falling. He thrusts into Byakuya's mouth, his cock suddenly filling him up to a much greater degree and he has to breathe though his nose to avoid gagging in response, mostly from the suddenness of it. Once his body catches up, it's fine. He closes his eyes and lets Ichigo push into him, pushing into him in turn, fingers pumping into his arse faster now, meeting Ichigo whenever he pushes back against them. It feels like wildness, this, like a storm raging between their bodies. With Ichigo, things are intense, always. It's the kind of person that he is, even when he's quiet, even when he stays away for weeks on end to work, even then.
With Ichigo, even the stillness is loud.
Byakuya doesn't want to think about how much he... appreciates that aspect of him. Not now and preferably not later, either. All feelings are one's own to handle, to deal with and to subjugate. It's nobody's problem but his own and he won't give in to them. It's enough, surely, that he's here when Ichigo wanted to be working, that he gets to feel him fall apart against him, inside him. It's more than enough. On the next thrust into his mouth, Byakuya flattens his hand against Ichigo's arse, keeping his middle finger lodged inside him. Then, deploying what strength he can with his pitiful body, he pushes Ichigo inwards, keeps him firmly buried in his mouth.
Like that, he sucks him, again and again. He's trembling against him, shaking. Seconds earlier, he was pleading, speaking his name in that particular way of his, one that Byakuya has memorized. He wants him to come like this, to give himself over again. Byakuya can be greedy when it suits him.
[ If he had any brain left for work after the first time, and that was pretty doubtful on its own, really, the second time is definitely eating up the rest. Ichigo's grunting and moaning, little stupid sounds, as Byakuya pumps into his ass with his finger, fucking into him rhythmically, while sucking on his cock, too, for every time Ichigo thrusts into the tight, wet heat of his mouth. He's coming apart a little at it. His hands in the other man's hair are shaking and his hold is a grip so tight, he feels the strands tighten and yank on Byakuya's scalp. Sorry about that... Sorry... Oh...
Then, Byakuya flattens his hand against Ichigo's ass, lodging him against his face with his finger buried and hooked inside of him while he sucks-sucks-sucks-sucks on Ichigo's cock, holding him in his mouth and just working it. Ichigo's cock is so sensitive, come on, his last orgasm was five minutes ago!, that every surge of pleasure feels burning and overwhelming and he buries his face in against his own upper arm, his sounds loud and insistent. It's building fast, his hips working desperately, little shaky, shivering thrusts, until the next one breaks on him like a freakin' wave.
Stiffening slightly, his breathing comes out in loud gasps, then - suddenly, when it peaks, when it's so good that he can't actually see for it - Ichigo actually, at the edge of his awareness, hears himself shout, his cock pulsing and his asshole contracting harshly around Byakuya's finger, again and again. He doesn't spurt a lot of cum, it was like he was dry to begin with, but the feeling sits in his body long after even so.
He collapses, boneless, both hands in Byakuya's bangs, pushing them mindlessly out of his face while he finds his way back into himself. It takes a couple of seconds. Byakuya's got them covered until then, literally and figuratively. Ichigo trusts him. After this, he'd trust him with anything, to be honest.
What to do with that thought, he's got no idea. It just feels right. ]
[ Ichigo comes with a shout, thrusting desperately into his mouth, his arsehole clenching rhythmically around his finger as he spends himself on Byakuya's tongue. He swallows a couple of times, the taste of salt heavy in the back of his mouth. When he finally pulls off the other man, slipping his finger out gently and feeling his body contract in response, he stays as he is for a moment. Ichigo's grip on his hair has gentled some; he's fairly certain the man must have strands stuck to his fingers, though, with how hard he pulled. He's left a pleasant tingling sensation along his scalp, just on the right side of burning - Byakuya closes his eyes and leans his head against Ichigo's thigh, breathing in his scent; sweat and musk and cum in the shades of him. Right now, it feels exactly as familiar as he'd like it. He could probably go to sleep with the other man's cock close to bumping his nose which speaks volumes as to how tired he is.
Yes, they can do better than that, surely, even as spent as they are.
Shifting sideways, his limbs very nearly refusing to cooperate, Byakuya turns on his side slowly. Around them, the barrier flickers as he moves. His control feels a bit like hanging onto a cliffside with your fingertips - it's stubbornness keeping that barrier in place more so than anything else at this point. Sighing deeply, he pokes Ichigo none-too-gently in the hip a few times and closes his eyes. ]
Come.
[ Don't make me move, it means because Ichigo might've come twice but Byakuya's been on the verge of falling asleep for the past twelve hours straight and his body is, admittedly, done with him. With a decent rest, the tiredness will pass as it always does - these... fits, whatever they are, they are barely an inconvenience at the worst of times. It's just how things are.
Ichigo will have to deal with it.
If nothing else, it should be a minor physical feat for a man such as him - to make the arduous journey from lying with his head in the wrong direction and back to normal. There's a half-smile tugging at his lips now at the thought, at the knowledge that the other man will no doubt get all huffy about his request and then, join him all the same - and Byakuya doesn't have (can't find) the energy to repress it. ]
[ It's more than just being collapsed or wiped or anything like that, the way his body feels drained to the innermost of him reminds him more of certain times during battle when close to defeat, carrying on just from sheer need, from pure power of will. Ichigo feels his chest heaving slowly, rising up, falling down, as he stares out into the dim shadows of Byakuya's body, where he dips and rises. The shape of him. Groaning low in his throat, he can't even really imagine moving, right? That would be asking too much.
Byakuya asks anyway, nudging him in his hip and saying, come.
Cracking one eye open slowly, Ichigo raises his head and looks down towards the direction of his own feet where Byakuya disappears into the shadows. His grunt clearly betrays his irritation at being disturbed in what would definitely be the greatest sleep of all time, more of a discontent huff than anything else. Isn't it typical that man, in one word asking others to move around him? Rather than asking nicely and getting everyone else on board with the idea?
At first, Ichigo doesn't sit up at all, he remains stubbornly where he is, too tired to do anything more, really, and saying in a low mutter: ]
Shouldn't you come here, huh? I just -- [ Came twice for you, he wants to continue, but the words die out and he remembers the tiredness in Byakuya's gaze earlier, that bone-deep exhaustion visible in his eyes.
Ichigo breathes in. Out. Then, he grunts again and gets up on one arm, unceremoniously shifting about on his hip until he's turning the other way around, only narrowly missing giving Byakuya a knee in the groin, which he would've deserved, that bastard, and not misssing bumping his side with his elbow. He doesn't apologise. Lying down halfway on top of the man must be apology enough. ] -- you better be happy now.
[ He doesn't sound discontent himself, to be honest, slinging his arm across Byakuya's midriff and poking his nose into his neck. everything stinks like sex.
His dad better now come wake them up tomorrow. Ichigo's gonna murder him. Byakuya needs to rest. ]
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He spends himself in Ichigo's mouth. At this point, he thinks the other man ought to simply pull away in time if he doesn't want to swallow - it doesn't seem to bother either of them and when he's busy climaxing, Byakuya certainly isn't going to invent a new problem to get stuck on. Instead, he twists a little against the mattress, hips thrusting upwards as his cock pulses harshly, thrusting in far enough that he can feel himself hitting the roof of Ichigo's mouth.
Gasping, he slumps down on his back again. He forces his eyes open, forces himself to think past the pleasure currently settling in his body. It feels like weight, blooming from inside his very bones. He doesn't want to move but when he glances sideways, he can see that Ichigo's cock is half-hard, his arsehole still clenched around his finger, and no matter how tired he is, he certainly isn't going to leave him wanting when he's already taken his time, his presence and his body.
Blinking harshly, he sits up partially unto his elbow (careful not to push his cock upwards into Ichigo's face - nose, mouth, either way, it sounds unpleasant). From there, all he needs to do is turn his head, ignore his hair getting everywhere and coax Ichigo's cock into his mouth with his tongue. He tilts his chin, angling himself, and slides the head of his cock between his lips, allows it to fill his mouth. It takes up all the space in there or so it seems. He closes his eyes and pulls out his thumb, adding his middle finger instead and pushing it inwards, seeking out his prostate blindly and finding it with ease.
He knows him inside and out, to an extent. The thought makes him want to smile.
Instead, he sucks on Ichigo's cock sloppily, saliva dripping onto the mattress. He frees his hand from Ichigo's hair and folds it around the shaft, angling him down to take him in just a bit further and presses his fingertip against his prostate, repeatedly, moving his finger back and forth. ]
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Pulling off Byakuya's cock less than elegantly, lots of spit and residual cum everywhere, when the man stops thrusting and his cock starts losing hardness, Ichigo is about to sit up and look down at what Byakuya is doing, but Byakuya manages to move first, sucking Ichigo's hardening cock into his mouth, the sensitivity through the roof and he audibly gasps, collapsing back on his side. Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
Hands slick from spit and cum, Ichigo reaches down and buries his fingers in Byakuya's hair, caring exactly zero about how he's getting all that junk in his black strands. He yanks, really yanks, twisting and moaning loudly as the other man starts working his cock with his mouth, sucking on it for real - while he adds another finger to the first, hitting him directly in the prostate, not just once, or twice, or three times.
He keeps doing it.
Ichigo's body feels suddenly very weak and all his muscles are angrily tightening, relaxing, tightening again... Shit. It comes out as more of a shout, his hips bucking forward, pushing without any of his usual restraint into Byakuya's mouth. He will have to deal or stop doing... that... thing... Ichigo pants harshly, twisting his fingers in his hair and trying to control himself better on his second try. He was hard in two seconds. Now, he's about ten seconds from coming again, already. ]
Byakuya. [ He sounds desperate. And hoarse. And out of breath. ] I'm gonna... you gotta... please...
[ The sounds are lewd. Good thing the barrier holds or he'd be ashamed of doing this in the same house his sisters sleep. Screwing his eyes shut, Ichigo pushes simultaneously forward, gentler, into Byakuya's mouth and pushes back against his fingers, freakin' milking him for the rest.
His whole body is trembling. Tangibly. He's shaking. ]
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With Ichigo, even the stillness is loud.
Byakuya doesn't want to think about how much he... appreciates that aspect of him. Not now and preferably not later, either. All feelings are one's own to handle, to deal with and to subjugate. It's nobody's problem but his own and he won't give in to them. It's enough, surely, that he's here when Ichigo wanted to be working, that he gets to feel him fall apart against him, inside him. It's more than enough. On the next thrust into his mouth, Byakuya flattens his hand against Ichigo's arse, keeping his middle finger lodged inside him. Then, deploying what strength he can with his pitiful body, he pushes Ichigo inwards, keeps him firmly buried in his mouth.
Like that, he sucks him, again and again. He's trembling against him, shaking. Seconds earlier, he was pleading, speaking his name in that particular way of his, one that Byakuya has memorized. He wants him to come like this, to give himself over again. Byakuya can be greedy when it suits him.
When the time is right. ]
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Then, Byakuya flattens his hand against Ichigo's ass, lodging him against his face with his finger buried and hooked inside of him while he sucks-sucks-sucks-sucks on Ichigo's cock, holding him in his mouth and just working it. Ichigo's cock is so sensitive, come on, his last orgasm was five minutes ago!, that every surge of pleasure feels burning and overwhelming and he buries his face in against his own upper arm, his sounds loud and insistent. It's building fast, his hips working desperately, little shaky, shivering thrusts, until the next one breaks on him like a freakin' wave.
Stiffening slightly, his breathing comes out in loud gasps, then - suddenly, when it peaks, when it's so good that he can't actually see for it - Ichigo actually, at the edge of his awareness, hears himself shout, his cock pulsing and his asshole contracting harshly around Byakuya's finger, again and again. He doesn't spurt a lot of cum, it was like he was dry to begin with, but the feeling sits in his body long after even so.
He collapses, boneless, both hands in Byakuya's bangs, pushing them mindlessly out of his face while he finds his way back into himself. It takes a couple of seconds. Byakuya's got them covered until then, literally and figuratively. Ichigo trusts him. After this, he'd trust him with anything, to be honest.
What to do with that thought, he's got no idea. It just feels right. ]
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Yes, they can do better than that, surely, even as spent as they are.
Shifting sideways, his limbs very nearly refusing to cooperate, Byakuya turns on his side slowly. Around them, the barrier flickers as he moves. His control feels a bit like hanging onto a cliffside with your fingertips - it's stubbornness keeping that barrier in place more so than anything else at this point. Sighing deeply, he pokes Ichigo none-too-gently in the hip a few times and closes his eyes. ]
Come.
[ Don't make me move, it means because Ichigo might've come twice but Byakuya's been on the verge of falling asleep for the past twelve hours straight and his body is, admittedly, done with him. With a decent rest, the tiredness will pass as it always does - these... fits, whatever they are, they are barely an inconvenience at the worst of times. It's just how things are.
Ichigo will have to deal with it.
If nothing else, it should be a minor physical feat for a man such as him - to make the arduous journey from lying with his head in the wrong direction and back to normal. There's a half-smile tugging at his lips now at the thought, at the knowledge that the other man will no doubt get all huffy about his request and then, join him all the same - and Byakuya doesn't have (can't find) the energy to repress it. ]
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Byakuya asks anyway, nudging him in his hip and saying, come.
Cracking one eye open slowly, Ichigo raises his head and looks down towards the direction of his own feet where Byakuya disappears into the shadows. His grunt clearly betrays his irritation at being disturbed in what would definitely be the greatest sleep of all time, more of a discontent huff than anything else. Isn't it typical that man, in one word asking others to move around him? Rather than asking nicely and getting everyone else on board with the idea?
At first, Ichigo doesn't sit up at all, he remains stubbornly where he is, too tired to do anything more, really, and saying in a low mutter: ]
Shouldn't you come here, huh? I just -- [ Came twice for you, he wants to continue, but the words die out and he remembers the tiredness in Byakuya's gaze earlier, that bone-deep exhaustion visible in his eyes.
Ichigo breathes in. Out. Then, he grunts again and gets up on one arm, unceremoniously shifting about on his hip until he's turning the other way around, only narrowly missing giving Byakuya a knee in the groin, which he would've deserved, that bastard, and not misssing bumping his side with his elbow. He doesn't apologise. Lying down halfway on top of the man must be apology enough. ] -- you better be happy now.
[ He doesn't sound discontent himself, to be honest, slinging his arm across Byakuya's midriff and poking his nose into his neck. everything stinks like sex.
His dad better now come wake them up tomorrow. Ichigo's gonna murder him. Byakuya needs to rest. ]