[ samatoki gets exactly what he wants. ichiro's noise is long and low and rattles in his chest, because even just that first touch breaks a tension that's been going on for months. he rolls into the touch immediately, hips grinding forward against the teasing touch and getting more.
how is he supposed to keep moving, jesus. ichiro's brain needs a second to restart, but he won't let samatoki down: even as his hips roll forward and his eyes flutter shut. the laugh made him smile, too, enough that when he comes back over him to kiss him it's still felt on his lips.
he will ungracefully now start getting samatoki out of his pants, too. the angle's not ideal for it, but he wants that bare skin too, and he manages to tug them down enough that they're out of his way. ichiro reaches for underneath to grab samatoki's thigh, pulling his leg up to rest against his own hip, hand trailing along now, perfectly pale, bared skin, squeezing against the strong muscle there to hike him closer. ]
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how is he supposed to keep moving, jesus. ichiro's brain needs a second to restart, but he won't let samatoki down: even as his hips roll forward and his eyes flutter shut. the laugh made him smile, too, enough that when he comes back over him to kiss him it's still felt on his lips.
he will ungracefully now start getting samatoki out of his pants, too. the angle's not ideal for it, but he wants that bare skin too, and he manages to tug them down enough that they're out of his way. ichiro reaches for underneath to grab samatoki's thigh, pulling his leg up to rest against his own hip, hand trailing along now, perfectly pale, bared skin, squeezing against the strong muscle there to hike him closer. ]