Oh, shut up. [ jeez, embarrassing...the soft kiss does literally exactly what samatoki expects it to. his ears turn even redder, and ichiro ducks his head down, trying to pretend that stupid smile of his isn't giving him butterflies...even when it's making fun of him.
he was going to go for his own sweatshirt, but the brush against samatoki's jeans is more than enough to drag his attention away from him. his mouth opens, then closes, just for a brief second as he's hit with the realization that yeah, this is mutual. it makes ichiro grin again, the joy of it coming back to his face, and he gives a brief squeeze, just enough contact so he can move to pull down his zipper and undo the fly, fingers hooking in the jeans and at least opening them up for samatoki.
he stops there, though, gaze flicking back up his chest, and runs his hand back up, brushing his thumb over a nipple, big hand spreading wide over the muscle of his pecs. ] Kind of expected one here.
[ he gives a little pinch, another rub, navigating just to see what he can do to get samatoki a little flustered too. for once. ]
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he was going to go for his own sweatshirt, but the brush against samatoki's jeans is more than enough to drag his attention away from him. his mouth opens, then closes, just for a brief second as he's hit with the realization that yeah, this is mutual. it makes ichiro grin again, the joy of it coming back to his face, and he gives a brief squeeze, just enough contact so he can move to pull down his zipper and undo the fly, fingers hooking in the jeans and at least opening them up for samatoki.
he stops there, though, gaze flicking back up his chest, and runs his hand back up, brushing his thumb over a nipple, big hand spreading wide over the muscle of his pecs. ] Kind of expected one here.
[ he gives a little pinch, another rub, navigating just to see what he can do to get samatoki a little flustered too. for once. ]