[ Although Byakuya isn't loud the same way Ichigo is, and Ichigo knows he could probably afford to turn the volume down at least a bit around here, he just can't really be bothered, if the other man is fine with it, so is Ichigo, Byakuya makes his own kind of sound. Got his own kind of loudness. Like, the way he pulls off Ichigo's cock and got cum clinging to his lips as he sits up, towering over Ichigo who can't honestly be bothered to move anymore than he could be bothered to shut up, that's pretty freakin' loud. Same with the way he stares down at Ichigo, his pupils blown so wide, there's almost nothing else left of his face than that... Loud. So loud.
Ichigo's breathing feels forcibly still, relaxed from orgasm, though part of him wants to be racing ahead along with Byakuya who's fighting the knots on his hakama, wrestling his clothes free, only a little more desperation away from actually looking really desperate, though the Kuchiki Clan head isn't quite stooping that low yet. He'd reach out and touch , too, help, but once the clothing's out of the way, shit, it's more or less over in the same breath, Byakuya breathing funny while he jerks off with his usual determination (plus some more of the desperation he doesn't normally exhibit at all) and coming four-five strokes of his hand later. Spending himself over his knuckles, the uppermost part of Ichigo's thighs which does make Ichigo's cock twitch pitifully in all the interest it can muster currently.
Byakuya is hanging on to him with a hand that's squeezing so tight, you'd think his bloodflow's gonna suffer, right? Good thing he's all soul here.
Murmuring something that's more sound than actual words, Ichigo breathes slowly in, out, and reaches out with both arms, more or less scooping the other man in against his chest, pulling him with him down as he eases back onto his rear, extending his legs from their awkward angle with a naturalness that comes of years of physical trainng - before and after his life as a Shinigami. He holds Byakuya like that, just craddles him in against his chest, feeling exposed and exposed to to a degree that's weirdly overwhelming.
Not bad, just... a lot. And Ichigo's done a lot many times in his life, he's not sure what this counts for.
Resting his chin on top of Byakuya's head, the scent of his hair thick in his nostrils, along with the smell of sex and cum, he knows, however,it counts for something. ]
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Ichigo's breathing feels forcibly still, relaxed from orgasm, though part of him wants to be racing ahead along with Byakuya who's fighting the knots on his hakama, wrestling his clothes free, only a little more desperation away from actually looking really desperate, though the Kuchiki Clan head isn't quite stooping that low yet. He'd reach out and touch , too, help, but once the clothing's out of the way, shit, it's more or less over in the same breath, Byakuya breathing funny while he jerks off with his usual determination (plus some more of the desperation he doesn't normally exhibit at all) and coming four-five strokes of his hand later. Spending himself over his knuckles, the uppermost part of Ichigo's thighs which does make Ichigo's cock twitch pitifully in all the interest it can muster currently.
Byakuya is hanging on to him with a hand that's squeezing so tight, you'd think his bloodflow's gonna suffer, right? Good thing he's all soul here.
Murmuring something that's more sound than actual words, Ichigo breathes slowly in, out, and reaches out with both arms, more or less scooping the other man in against his chest, pulling him with him down as he eases back onto his rear, extending his legs from their awkward angle with a naturalness that comes of years of physical trainng - before and after his life as a Shinigami. He holds Byakuya like that, just craddles him in against his chest, feeling exposed and exposed to to a degree that's weirdly overwhelming.
Not bad, just... a lot. And Ichigo's done a lot many times in his life, he's not sure what this counts for.
Resting his chin on top of Byakuya's head, the scent of his hair thick in his nostrils, along with the smell of sex and cum, he knows, however,it counts for something. ]