ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)

ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)- 17

Byakuya's emotionless reply masks his concern for the orange-haired teen. His mind doesn't dwell on Ichigo's odd behavior. Byakuya gasps in shock as Ichigo's left hand unbuttons his pants, and then lowers the zipper of his dark blue slacks. Ichigo's daring fingers slip under Byakuya's boxers, he closes his eyes as a hiss escapes his damp lips.

Ichigo's hand continues to gently lean his weight on his right hand next to Byakuya's shoulder. Lowering his head, Ichigo flicks out his tongue lightly over his cheeks. Hearing Byakuya's seductive moan, Ichigo clamps his mouth shut and starts sucking down to his chin.

Byakuya's eyes fly open, feeling Ichigo's breath and teeth teasing him, biting down on his sensitive neck. Byakuya clenches his fists as Ichigo's mouth slowly kisses a heated path down to his hips. His panting causes his breath to catch in his throat with every kiss. With every stroke of Ichigo's hand, Byakuya feels his finger nails cutting into his palms from tightening his hands. The dark-haired noble's desire is burning hot in his empty hands. He looks around the sparsely decorated room for a place to push Ichigo over, and take him; to bend Ichigo's body over and watch his orange head sway as he pushes into him. Byakuya needs to be the one, has always been the one in control. Touching, stroking, and forcing his partner to submitto him. Byakuya feels Ichigo's mouth surround, the wet heat makes his knees buckle. His dominance taken from him, Byakuya slides down the wall, surrendering his resolve as he reaches the dirty floor. It's alright.

Ichigo's head begins a steady motion, his tongue curling against Byakuya's manhood adding just the right amount of pressure. Before Byakuya can stop himself, his long fingers reach out and thread into Ichigo's soft orange hair. He closes his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. His hands grip Ichigo's head, nudging him to take him further inside his torturous hot mouth.  I can let go.

"Ha." Byakuya's lips part and his shoulders slump as his moans echo in the small room. "More." Byakuya despises himself for a moment, even as he cries out his desires. The shame of allowing a person's influence over him is difficult to relinquish. He looks down at Ichigo as he lifts his head up, eyes meet. Ichigo's amber eyes break the last bit of resistance, as Byakuya moves his thumb across his swollen lips. If it's him...

Ichigo stands up, walks over to the closet and drags out a futon. Opening it up, he motions to Byakuya with his finger pointing him to lie on top of the crisp clean sheets. Stretching out his legs, Byakuya watches Ichigo undress; his intense expression, intoxicating and pure.

Ichigo gets down on his hands and knees, crawling between Byakuya's longs legs. Stopping at his waist to tug off the slacks and boxers shorts, Ichigo sets them aside then plants his body over Byakuya's hips.

"Ichi-" Byakuya tries to sit up, only to be pushed back down.

"Let me do this." Ichigo interrupts him, reaching out and parting Byakuya's lips with his calloused fingertips. "The first time, I barely touched you. I'm not making that mistake again."

Byakuya's cheeks flushed red at Ichigo's confession. Byakuya watches Ichigo press his lips over his, kissing him gently. The kiss grows deeper as their tongues touch, making their lips press harder against each other. Feeling Ichigo's hands wander over his chest; the calluses on his hands create a seductive friction. Byakuya reaches down between Ichigo's legs, causing Ichigo to break the kiss.

"Ah!" Ichigo tilts his head up. Byakuya watches Ichigo as the intense expression reappears on his face. Moving his hand faster, he leans up and covers Ichigo's mouth with his; his tongue dancing against Ichigo's with every moan he breathes into his throat. "Wait." Ichigo pulls away from the kiss and pushes Byakuya back down against the wrinkling sheets. Ichigo moves his hips over Byakuya's throbbing erection and lowers himself down very slowly.

"It hurts more like that." Byakuya says quietly as he watches the pained expression on his face, his cloudy blue eyes seeing every reaction.

"I-I don't mind." Ichigo begins to move up and down, sending a wave of pleasure over Byakuya.

"So tight." Byakuya whispers, feeling Ichigo sliding over him. Byakuya shifts his weight, wrapping his hands around Ichigo, guiding him. Byakuya begins to slide against Ichigo's sweet spot, meeting each thrust; the rhythm increases.

"W-What did you do?" Ichigo's eyes grow wide, and he feels heat pooling through his body. It moves; pressing, aching for release.

"I'm so close." Byakuya mutters; the perspiration gathering on his upper lip glistens as he speaks. Byakuya moves his right hand around to grab Ichigo, but he pushes his hand away.

"You first, I want to see." Ichigo's demands surprise him, excite him, and push him over the edge. "Let me see you..." Ichigo's mesmerizing brown eyes stare down at Byakuya.  It's alright...I can let go. If it's with him. The pleasure intensifies; Byakuya gives into his demands, releasing the deep groan in his throat.