[ the forehead press is awfully intimate, a stark contrast to the words coming out of her mouth at the beginning of the sentence. ichiro's not pulling away an inch, letting her meet him, tilting his head down some so she doesn't have to stand on her tiptoes.
his expression, very confident, softens down a little more, and ichiro nods against her forehead. it's not like it's forced (unlike with the situation the first time--and worse, the one with samatoki, which ichiro has so far refused to acknowledge), and... roxy's a cool girl. ichiro likes her, likes spending time with her, bantering with her, and--well.
she keeps going, her fingers flicking his fly open, and like hell ichiro's got a problem. he tilts his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to her mouth; it's sweet and quick, a contrast to their position, and ichiro huffs a laugh against her lips, hands squeezing where he's cupping her ass still as a reminder. ] Hell, you don't have to ask me twice.
I'm down. [ especially when that button pops. the brush of friction of her fingertips is just an aide to getting him harder, and he flicks his eyes open to look down between them, watching her slender fingers the best he can from this proximity. like many men in this situation, he'd probably say just about anything to get her to keep going....though it is true. ]
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his expression, very confident, softens down a little more, and ichiro nods against her forehead. it's not like it's forced (unlike with the situation the first time--and worse, the one with samatoki, which ichiro has so far refused to acknowledge), and... roxy's a cool girl. ichiro likes her, likes spending time with her, bantering with her, and--well.
she keeps going, her fingers flicking his fly open, and like hell ichiro's got a problem. he tilts his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to her mouth; it's sweet and quick, a contrast to their position, and ichiro huffs a laugh against her lips, hands squeezing where he's cupping her ass still as a reminder. ] Hell, you don't have to ask me twice.
I'm down. [ especially when that button pops. the brush of friction of her fingertips is just an aide to getting him harder, and he flicks his eyes open to look down between them, watching her slender fingers the best he can from this proximity. like many men in this situation, he'd probably say just about anything to get her to keep going....though it is true. ]