ichiro's never not been one to make the first move. bold doesn't even begin to cover him, and that grin on his face barely fades when he leans forward to press his hand into the couch, weight easily sinking towards samatoki, like there's gravitational pull.
(because really, there is.) ] Guess I better earn it, right?
[ piercings more or less forgotten (?), maybe, ichiro's just fine to duck in first and press a kiss to his mouth. it's not a little peck; it holds, just for the contact, full of intent. ]
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ichiro's never not been one to make the first move. bold doesn't even begin to cover him, and that grin on his face barely fades when he leans forward to press his hand into the couch, weight easily sinking towards samatoki, like there's gravitational pull.
(because really, there is.) ] Guess I better earn it, right?
[ piercings more or less forgotten (?), maybe, ichiro's just fine to duck in first and press a kiss to his mouth. it's not a little peck; it holds, just for the contact, full of intent. ]