[ if samatoki's paying attention, he'll probably hear ichiro's laugh: it's as loud and bright as he is, and the door clicks open a second later. has he forgotten how thirsty he was five minutes ago? of course not. is he still willing to prod at his favorite person to prod at? absolutely.
there's the sound of him fussing around in the entry, taking his shoes off, shutting the door, and before a minute or two goes by, ichiro's broad forearms are resting on the couch behind samatoki's head and he grins down at him. ] Ten minutes or less or your money back, right?
( ichiro's laughter carries over from outside to where samatoki is situated. he curses himself for feeling like his heart skipped a beat, but it all smooths over before the delivery boy let himself in. he's perfected the art of a resting bitch face as he looks up at the bright stop-and-go eyes smiling down at him. )
Can I get a refund anyway? You didn't bring any food.
( no one said he had to make this easy, even though he practically asked ichiro to come here himself. )
Depends, how can I pay you for it? [ [ ichiro’s eyes are practically twinkling with the mischief of it all; he’s alight just being there, a sun brought down to earth. after all, “easy” is boring; he likes this tsundere route he’s found himself following.
leaning over just that little more, he brushes the tip of his nose against samatoki’s just because it’s there, affectionate as always. ]
( the funny thing is just how little samatoki realizes he's following the tsundere route to a t: playing hard to get even though he wants otherwise. it's a battle to keep his composure in check at the tiny bit of contact so he moves away from ichiro's reach, shifting over to a different corner of the couch. )
You probably don't even have money, so that's out. Can you get creative?
( after all... ichiro isn't the only one thirsty here. )
Duh. [ can he get creative. Please. he’s Ichiro Yamada, creativity is practically his middle name.
when samatoki moves away from him, it doesn’t deter ichiro too much: he ends up grinning just a little wider, delighted as he swings back around the couch towards him instead. there’s a shitty comment on the tip of his tongue about how this is rapidly turning into a hentai scenario, but he’s not about to ruin his chances with it, either.
the new positioning has him standing in front of samatoki, hands on his hips, confident and comfortable and also really, really ready to jump his bones in about five seconds, but he can hide it behind banter. ] Depends, anyway. How creative are you gonna be with the tip?
( samatoki still has the audacity to look defiant when ichiro stands in front of him. the shitty comment doesn't need to be made since he's also seen enough porn to know where this is headed. all they need is for either one of them to just make the first move — )
Isn't that for you to find out?
( his eyes has that certain look, especially when he leans back against the couch, legs slightly parting open. it's all up to ichiro to see what kind of tip he'll get but samatoki has a feeling he already knows. )
ichiro's never not been one to make the first move. bold doesn't even begin to cover him, and that grin on his face barely fades when he leans forward to press his hand into the couch, weight easily sinking towards samatoki, like there's gravitational pull.
(because really, there is.) ] Guess I better earn it, right?
[ piercings more or less forgotten (?), maybe, ichiro's just fine to duck in first and press a kiss to his mouth. it's not a little peck; it holds, just for the contact, full of intent. ]
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[ very cool answer, very nonchalant ]
since i'm just implying weird things, right
shouldn't be a big deal
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i dont mind showing you
you wanna see it in person?
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bet.
i can be there in ten.
[ yes please ]
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fuck thats not what i meant
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i changed my mind
you cant see it anymore if youre gonna come that fast
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now who's got the dirty mind, i was talking about driving
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and i'll show you exactly how wrong that is
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we'll see about that
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i'll be happy to.
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( see ya in 5. )
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he rings the doorbell anyway, like a little shit. ]
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ichiro's phone alerts him a new message. )
you know its open, brat
( two can play this game. )
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[ the doorbell rings again. :) ]
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you have five seconds or im gonna get up just to lock the door
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there's the sound of him fussing around in the entry, taking his shoes off, shutting the door, and before a minute or two goes by, ichiro's broad forearms are resting on the couch behind samatoki's head and he grins down at him. ] Ten minutes or less or your money back, right?
[ can u see his tail wagging ]
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Can I get a refund anyway? You didn't bring any food.
( no one said he had to make this easy, even though he practically asked ichiro to come here himself. )
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leaning over just that little more, he brushes the tip of his nose against samatoki’s just because it’s there, affectionate as always. ]
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You probably don't even have money, so that's out. Can you get creative?
( after all... ichiro isn't the only one thirsty here. )
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when samatoki moves away from him, it doesn’t deter ichiro too much: he ends up grinning just a little wider, delighted as he swings back around the couch towards him instead. there’s a shitty comment on the tip of his tongue about how this is rapidly turning into a hentai scenario, but he’s not about to ruin his chances with it, either.
the new positioning has him standing in front of samatoki, hands on his hips, confident and comfortable and also really, really ready to jump his bones in about five seconds, but he can hide it behind banter. ] Depends, anyway. How creative are you gonna be with the tip?
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Isn't that for you to find out?
( his eyes has that certain look, especially when he leans back against the couch, legs slightly parting open. it's all up to ichiro to see what kind of tip he'll get but samatoki has a feeling he already knows. )
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ichiro's never not been one to make the first move. bold doesn't even begin to cover him, and that grin on his face barely fades when he leans forward to press his hand into the couch, weight easily sinking towards samatoki, like there's gravitational pull.
(because really, there is.) ] Guess I better earn it, right?
[ piercings more or less forgotten (?), maybe, ichiro's just fine to duck in first and press a kiss to his mouth. it's not a little peck; it holds, just for the contact, full of intent. ]
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