[ unfortunately, oxygen does tend to require people breaking apart, but ichiro will do his damndest to out last it. he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want to break whatever tension between them that let this happen, doesn’t want to snap back to reality. not when samatoki’s mouth is warm and wet and the pressure of his tongue is making his toes curl. not when his hands feel heated even through his clothes.
eventually, the pace slows. it’s softer, a little sweeter now, closing into something close-mouthed before he pulls away, temple knocking very gently into samatoki’s. his mind’s a whirlwind of thoughts, one thousand things going through his head all at once, most of them something like “oh my god”.
what comes out is—] Guess there’s not a tongue piercing. [ and then he breaks into a smile, warm and a little shitty and absolutely, totally giddy. ]
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eventually, the pace slows. it’s softer, a little sweeter now, closing into something close-mouthed before he pulls away, temple knocking very gently into samatoki’s. his mind’s a whirlwind of thoughts, one thousand things going through his head all at once, most of them something like “oh my god”.
what comes out is—] Guess there’s not a tongue piercing. [ and then he breaks into a smile, warm and a little shitty and absolutely, totally giddy. ]