[ the window just briefly catches ichiro’s eye—his gaze flicks outwards and the sense of privacy feels a little lessened. it’s a wild thought to think someone could see them with how high up they are, and it passes through his subconscious with a note of adrenaline for about thirty seconds before samatoki’s completely enraptured him again. the hands in his jacket keep him steady on the right path, and he moves in tandem with samatoki immediately, bringing a knee up the bed to climb over him, sliding it forward to fit perfectly between his thighs.
he almost makes a noise of complaint when samatoki pulls away from the actual kiss; instead, it turns soft and pleased at the wet trail against the skin of his neck. ichiro’s body moves naturally with it, friction through his jeans as he presses forward, and even distracted, his singleminded purpose to get samatoki out of his clothes (to finally get to sleep with him, finally—) means his hands are moving too, deft fingers working their way down the front of his button up until he can get it all the way open and slide a hand up the front of his torso instead. ]
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he almost makes a noise of complaint when samatoki pulls away from the actual kiss; instead, it turns soft and pleased at the wet trail against the skin of his neck. ichiro’s body moves naturally with it, friction through his jeans as he presses forward, and even distracted, his singleminded purpose to get samatoki out of his clothes (to finally get to sleep with him, finally—) means his hands are moving too, deft fingers working their way down the front of his button up until he can get it all the way open and slide a hand up the front of his torso instead. ]