( it really has been months filled with the two of them dancing around each other, building up the unresolved tension with no end in sight — until today. samatoki groans again when he feels ichiro grind against him, the friction too much for his brain to process all of a sudden. maybe it's because of the noises ichiro just gave him; it must have affected him more than he expected, not that he's complaining.
he helps ichiro in his conquest to absolve him of his pants, shimmying out of them so he's basically naked underneath the other. the thought is enough to send another rush of heat rolling through him, and he's so lost in the feeling that he doesn't realize ichiro has wrapped his leg around his waist, making it easier to pull him close. closer still. )
Come on.
( it's a half-growl, borne out of impatience. their foreplay has dragged on long enough. he wants to feel ichiro soon before he loses his goddamn mind so he reaches for one of his hands, guides it to where he wants to be touched. )
Lube's in the bedside drawer, if you're wondering.
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he helps ichiro in his conquest to absolve him of his pants, shimmying out of them so he's basically naked underneath the other. the thought is enough to send another rush of heat rolling through him, and he's so lost in the feeling that he doesn't realize ichiro has wrapped his leg around his waist, making it easier to pull him close. closer still. )
Come on.
( it's a half-growl, borne out of impatience. their foreplay has dragged on long enough. he wants to feel ichiro soon before he loses his goddamn mind so he reaches for one of his hands, guides it to where he wants to be touched. )
Lube's in the bedside drawer, if you're wondering.