[ 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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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. ]