[ for someone who is always cold, samatoki's body is warm underneath ichiro's: he slides across his lap naturally the second samatoki pulls him closer, and it's like things are just clicking into place. he's had a thing for samatoki pretty much since the day he first saw him (at least visually; everything else happened later, seeing his relationship with his sister, how useless he was at cooking, that all led to feelings), and there's a sense of finally when his hands fall onto his body like that.
it's natural to arch up into it; he's a little wiggly, dropping his hand away from the couch and reaching up to thread them in samatoki's hair instead, tugging his head towards an angle he likes and kissing him right back with just as much gusto. maybe they could just do this forever. ichiro has a way better idea of delivery tips now. ]
no subject
it's natural to arch up into it; he's a little wiggly, dropping his hand away from the couch and reaching up to thread them in samatoki's hair instead, tugging his head towards an angle he likes and kissing him right back with just as much gusto. maybe they could just do this forever. ichiro has a way better idea of delivery tips now. ]