ichiro grins at him again, the slightly puppy-dog pout almost melting off of his face with the sheer glee it inspires; it digs in his dimples and makes him shine. samatoki has all of his attention (he often does, when they're together, practically magnetized), and he watches the spread of his lashes against his cheek when they close, as his fingers brush a trail across the shell of his ear just to feel the bumps. ]
Just checking. [ so, yeah. he's going to find out. his mind spins with the possibilities, just briefly, but ichiro takes the newly reminded invitation and ducks in--a bit past his face, to press his lips where his fingers were, mouth closing around the piercing in his lobe as his hand finds a place in the front of his shirt. it lets him trace a trail, from ear down to his neck, wet, warm kisses exploring as much exposed skin (and it's samatoki, so god knows there's plenty) that he can. ]
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ichiro grins at him again, the slightly puppy-dog pout almost melting off of his face with the sheer glee it inspires; it digs in his dimples and makes him shine. samatoki has all of his attention (he often does, when they're together, practically magnetized), and he watches the spread of his lashes against his cheek when they close, as his fingers brush a trail across the shell of his ear just to feel the bumps. ]
Just checking. [ so, yeah. he's going to find out. his mind spins with the possibilities, just briefly, but ichiro takes the newly reminded invitation and ducks in--a bit past his face, to press his lips where his fingers were, mouth closing around the piercing in his lobe as his hand finds a place in the front of his shirt. it lets him trace a trail, from ear down to his neck, wet, warm kisses exploring as much exposed skin (and it's samatoki, so god knows there's plenty) that he can. ]