( when ichiro moves to bridge what little gap they have between them, samatoki licks his lips without even thinking about it. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath either, right up until he feels ichiro's lips on his. there are no sparks, no butterflies. none of that shit they make you watch in the movies — but he's reacting anyway, prying his mouth open to allow things to go even further.
he meets ichiro's intent with his own, full of want and need, one hand reaching for ichiro's arm to tug him even closer than he already is. )
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( when ichiro moves to bridge what little gap they have between them, samatoki licks his lips without even thinking about it. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath either, right up until he feels ichiro's lips on his. there are no sparks, no butterflies. none of that shit they make you watch in the movies — but he's reacting anyway, prying his mouth open to allow things to go even further.
he meets ichiro's intent with his own, full of want and need, one hand reaching for ichiro's arm to tug him even closer than he already is. )