[ ichiro’ll have to test his luck with picking up samatoki later: he’s perfectly content with being led off by the hand. his curiosity helps to dissuade some of the embarrassingly warm feelings in his chest at the fact they’re holding hands, and his gaze tracks away from samatoki’s back to the apartment itself.
he kind of wonders what his room will look like: will it show his personality any more? who knows: he doesn’t get much time to think about it, or even look, though, because samatoki’s mouth on his, and suddenly ichiro doesn’t give a shit anymore. he responds to the pace of the case easily, immediately winding his hands into samatoki’s hair. ichiro’s got the half brain enough to kick the door shut behind him with his heel, but he’s right there with him, starting to walk samatoki back towards the direction where he thinks samatoki’s bed is. maybe. ]
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he kind of wonders what his room will look like: will it show his personality any more? who knows: he doesn’t get much time to think about it, or even look, though, because samatoki’s mouth on his, and suddenly ichiro doesn’t give a shit anymore. he responds to the pace of the case easily, immediately winding his hands into samatoki’s hair. ichiro’s got the half brain enough to kick the door shut behind him with his heel, but he’s right there with him, starting to walk samatoki back towards the direction where he thinks samatoki’s bed is. maybe. ]