( even with his eyes closed, samatoki can imagine the delight radiating from ichiro, happy to get what he's been wanting. he settles into a more relaxed position as ichiro explores what he has access to right now, and he has to stop himself from counting how many kisses he's been given inside his head. it's stupid, really, so he tries a distraction by way of placing his arms around ichiro and slipping them inside his shirt to feel bare skin.
he moves, just so he can deliver hushed words by ichiro's ear. )
Where do you wanna look first?
( slowly, he starts tracing lazy patterns on the other's back, maybe to encourage him to make up his mind soon. )
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he moves, just so he can deliver hushed words by ichiro's ear. )
Where do you wanna look first?
( slowly, he starts tracing lazy patterns on the other's back, maybe to encourage him to make up his mind soon. )