( samatoki has to resist the urge to laugh, if only because the look on ichiro's face is too priceless. thankfully, the mood for him isn't all that ruined, still eager to draw out every noise and expression ichiro is willing to show him. he kisses him again, softer, sweeter this time, to make him even more flustered because it's cute. )
In style, huh. I'll take your word for it.
( spoken like someone who isn't buying what ichiro just told him. he's got an amused grin and everything, but the spell is broken when ichiro tries to fumble with his pants—okay, back to business then. he reaches for ichiro's hands, guiding them to rest on top of his arousal just so he can feel just how hard he is, how much he's aching for ichiro and ichiro alone.
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In style, huh. I'll take your word for it.
( spoken like someone who isn't buying what ichiro just told him. he's got an amused grin and everything, but the spell is broken when ichiro tries to fumble with his pants—okay, back to business then. he reaches for ichiro's hands, guiding them to rest on top of his arousal just so he can feel just how hard he is, how much he's aching for ichiro and ichiro alone.
hopefully he gets the message. )