( samatoki almost laughs, loud and booming, amused by ichiro's honesty. it bubbles deep within him but he manages to catch it before it escapes, settling for a soft snort that still translates his own amusement. he doesn't remember the last time he's dealt with someone so open and simple with what they want, so this is something he can appreciate and reward with a quick kiss on the lips.
when he pulls back, he can't stop from curving his mouth into a sly grin. )
Sure, but you gotta get off me or I'm not going anywhere.
( even if ichiro asks if he could pick him up, the answer would always be no, but when has that ever stopped anyone? )
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when he pulls back, he can't stop from curving his mouth into a sly grin. )
Sure, but you gotta get off me or I'm not going anywhere.
( even if ichiro asks if he could pick him up, the answer would always be no, but when has that ever stopped anyone? )