[ 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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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. ]