[ ichiro's certainly reacting, too: he practically sinks into the kiss, his other hand coming up to curl in the front of samatoki's shirt, fingers spreading than squeezing tight. suddenly "close" isn't quite close enough, and ichiro pushes forward a little to press his knee into the couch. it's almost enough to put him in samatoki's lap, which sounds like heaven right now.
he does everything with intensity, especially things he likes, and samatoki falls directly into that category. the moment his mouth opens a little, ichiro's returning the favor, tongue sliding between his lips, making a soft, muffled, pleased noise against his mouth. ]
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he does everything with intensity, especially things he likes, and samatoki falls directly into that category. the moment his mouth opens a little, ichiro's returning the favor, tongue sliding between his lips, making a soft, muffled, pleased noise against his mouth. ]