[ ichiro makes a noise at the bite, not really particularly muffled, letting his instincts drive him forward through it. he's still fussing with samatoki's buttons, so he shifts his knee forward to grind his thigh directly into samatoki's. things are started to get real, now, and all ichiro can really think about is how badly he wants to touch samatoki, run his palms over his chest and his abs (the number of times he's gotten off alone thinking about samatoki opening his door for a delivery with no shirt on is, actually, kind of embarrassing and something he'd rather die than admit it).
his mind's completely focused on that. he barely arches up out of the way to let samatoki get his hoodie off of him, and ichiro, who is reaching up to divest samatoki entirely of his shirt and ducking in to steal a kiss from him again is--stopped.
he blinks, looks down. ] What? [ ... it didn't even occur to him that it would be weird. is it weird? ichiro looks down between them like he can actually see his hoodie, and his cheeks flush. ] --it's-- shut up, it's in style in Bukuro--I don't have to explain this right now!
[ do not make him explain this right now he's trying to get IN YOUR PANTS. it means ichiro's going to reach down and take the damn thing off himself, if samatoki will let him. ]
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his mind's completely focused on that. he barely arches up out of the way to let samatoki get his hoodie off of him, and ichiro, who is reaching up to divest samatoki entirely of his shirt and ducking in to steal a kiss from him again is--stopped.
he blinks, looks down. ] What? [ ... it didn't even occur to him that it would be weird. is it weird? ichiro looks down between them like he can actually see his hoodie, and his cheeks flush. ] --it's-- shut up, it's in style in Bukuro--I don't have to explain this right now!
[ do not make him explain this right now he's trying to get IN YOUR PANTS. it means ichiro's going to reach down and take the damn thing off himself, if samatoki will let him. ]