[ ichiro huffs another laugh, a brief chuckle when she lets his name out like that. a couple years ago (and you know, maybe an hour ago) that would’ve been enough to kill him, but he just got off and is feeling confident. Despite the teasing joke of him being a cherry boy, ichiro’s plenty good with his words—and he is, in fact, pretty cool. ] We’ll see.

[ her body’s hot against his, from how close they are to the way she’s radiating over his fingers. getting her writhing and shifting on his lap like that will be a quick way to get him back to being herd, but for the moment, he’s content to shower roxy with his attention, his clever fingers, long fingers. he takes it slow at first, repeating the stroking motion so that she’s chasing her own pleasure, only providing enough pressure to cause sensation. (To make sure she’s relaxed, too.) . ] I hate losing, you know? You gave me one hell of a bar to live up to.

[ his mouth finds her neck again, leaving a trail of kisses, each one longer than the last, a little more suction. ] Maybe I want to keep hearing you. I’ve gotta be sneaky, but you definitely don’t. The whole hall could hear.