[ it’s almost impossible not to notice the situation roxy’s gotten herself into here when she’s settled that close. his first instinct was to just reach out and hold her because he’s feeling particularly cuddly after getting off that good, but it’s a reminder of the fact that she was very much left hanging.

ichiro’s arms slide around her, one just to wrap close, the other bracing on her lower back as he shifts to bring them that little bit closer. the grin on his face is less goofy, now; it’s shifted to something a little dirtier, and he ducks in to press a kiss near her ear from before, talking low against her skin. ] You’re gonna have to let me play catch up for a minute or two.

[ he’s only human and is gonna need some recovery time here. but that’s fine; he removes the hand from her back and moves it to her thigh instead, running a big, calloused palm up the inside of one, until the pads of his fingers brush against the seam of her underwear, between her legs. it’s wet, and his eyebrows briefly raise, before he laughs, the noise soft and fond, darker than usual, and right in her ear. ] Think you almost enjoyed that as much as I did, huh. [ his fingers stroke over the front of her underwear, chasing the slickness of the fabric upwards and applying pressure near her clit. ] Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you hanging. It’s not gonna be long. Think you can hold out?

[ there’s a hint of a challenge to that statement. he’ll get her off with his fingers, if she can’t wait, but ...]