[ there's a moment of quiet on ichiro's end before he sends out another picture. it's a mirror selfie, cut low enough to just show the smirk on his face. his shirt's conspicuously missing, and his thumbs are hooked in his waistband, pushing it low enough to show the red fabric of his boxer briefs. they're not even nerdy. ]
[ samatoki likes what he sees once he receives the message, so of course ichiro gets another photo in return (as promised). this time there's no more towel, his pants are unzipped even further, pushed down to reveal he definitely isn't wearing any underwear. his face is visible; smirking while he's licking his lips.
it practically screams come on, show me what you've got. ]
[ nice!!! nice nice nice!!!!! definitely worth taking off for. god if he could show up there right now he would. he can practically feel that expression through his phone screen. ]
still planning on keeping me company?
[ the next shot's not a mirror one: it's clearly back on ichiro's bed. he's kicked out of his pants, hand curled around the front of his boxer briefs, grip on himself firm enough to make the contrast of getting really into this easy to notice even in the low light. ]
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[ there's a moment of quiet on ichiro's end before he sends out another picture. it's a mirror selfie, cut low enough to just show the smirk on his face. his shirt's conspicuously missing, and his thumbs are hooked in his waistband, pushing it low enough to show the red fabric of his boxer briefs. they're not even nerdy. ]
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it practically screams come on, show me what you've got. ]
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still planning on keeping me company?
[ the next shot's not a mirror one: it's clearly back on ichiro's bed. he's kicked out of his pants, hand curled around the front of his boxer briefs, grip on himself firm enough to make the contrast of getting really into this easy to notice even in the low light. ]