[ ichiro rolls his eyes, but it's not particularly harsh--there's a bit of old nostalgia to the moment, and he can't help but grin at her, even if it's half chidingly. ] Yeah. Gotta work on that, huh.
[ he used to be so good at the rbf!!! now he's a goofy teasing nerd, so.
anyway, clearly he's not minding it all that much. ichiro loosens his grip quickly when roxy starts moving, hands skirting up her sides when she kisses up his jaw, just to touch, following the dip into her waist, and letting go completely as roxy moves downwards. ever the helpful young man (?) ichiro tugs his shirt up out of the way of her kisses himself to free up some space for her, and he can't seem to help the way his mouth curves back into that grin, reaching over with his other hand to smooth it over her hair. ] God, you look good.
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[ he used to be so good at the rbf!!! now he's a goofy teasing nerd, so.
anyway, clearly he's not minding it all that much. ichiro loosens his grip quickly when roxy starts moving, hands skirting up her sides when she kisses up his jaw, just to touch, following the dip into her waist, and letting go completely as roxy moves downwards. ever the helpful young man (?) ichiro tugs his shirt up out of the way of her kisses himself to free up some space for her, and he can't seem to help the way his mouth curves back into that grin, reaching over with his other hand to smooth it over her hair. ] God, you look good.
[ like, jesus. ]