( neither of them really bother with flicking the lights on once the door is shut closed, but it doesn't really matter since it's neither necessary or wanted. samatoki's room is still illuminated thanks to the pulsing bright lights of yokohama's city life. it's not las vegas but the rows of well-lit high-rise buildings and cosmo world's ferris wheel offer practically the same vibe. the view is all his room really has to offer, a singular window tall enough to reach both the floor and ceiling, making it look like it's so easy to fall —
and samatoki feels himself falling too, all caught up in ichiro's space and presence. everything about him. he deepens the kiss by encouraging him to open up, hands clinging to the fabric of his bomber jacket as ichiro guides them to the bed. when he feels the edge of the mattress, he gradually lowers himself and drags ichiro on top of him, kissing him the entire time.
he only really pulls away to start trailing kisses down ichiro's jaw, the side of his neck, and where his shoulder starts. it's like he can't make up his mind where he wants to settle — and maybe mark him. )
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and samatoki feels himself falling too, all caught up in ichiro's space and presence. everything about him. he deepens the kiss by encouraging him to open up, hands clinging to the fabric of his bomber jacket as ichiro guides them to the bed. when he feels the edge of the mattress, he gradually lowers himself and drags ichiro on top of him, kissing him the entire time.
he only really pulls away to start trailing kisses down ichiro's jaw, the side of his neck, and where his shoulder starts. it's like he can't make up his mind where he wants to settle — and maybe mark him. )