[ ichiro's always been an honest, reactive kinda guy. samatoki used to say the same thing--that he was like a dog, excited or angry, never able to hide his tail. he doesn't like lying or hiding, which means roxy will get to see every way he's feeling, from expression to the motion of his body.
ichiro's hips shift forward into her teasing, slow hands almost immediately, color starting to bloom into his cheeks. he doesn't bite his lips, but his eyes close and the exhale he gives makes his shoulders drop, as he settles into the feeling of her hands. the pressure's good, just a little bit too teasing, but it's the thumb at the sensitive spot of his slit that gets his hand to tighten in her hair. ichiro makes a noise, low from his chest, clearly approving as he keeps his eyes shut for now, falling easily into how good that's starting to feel.
he can be patient. he can definitely be patient. ichiro's SO good at patience.
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ichiro's hips shift forward into her teasing, slow hands almost immediately, color starting to bloom into his cheeks. he doesn't bite his lips, but his eyes close and the exhale he gives makes his shoulders drop, as he settles into the feeling of her hands. the pressure's good, just a little bit too teasing, but it's the thumb at the sensitive spot of his slit that gets his hand to tighten in her hair. ichiro makes a noise, low from his chest, clearly approving as he keeps his eyes shut for now, falling easily into how good that's starting to feel.
he can be patient. he can definitely be patient. ichiro's SO good at patience.
(x) doubt ]