[ harder? harder ichiro can do. he's always been like this, a vanguard in his own right. whether it's in a rap battle or here, he never does anything at less than a hundred percent intensity. even the old times with samatoki weren't exactly slow and romantic.
besides, it gets him close enough that he can feel every bit of roxy's reactions. she's so tight, hot and wet enough to draw him back in with every push of their hips together. every spot where they're connected is overwhelmingly hot, and he lets himself focus on how fucking amazing it feels to let her take him in, to feel her body writhing against his own, bare skin to bare skin.
he's barely got the wherewithal to let his hands wander, so. when roxy grabs his hand, ichiro laces his fingers into hers, bicep flexing over her ribcage to brace himself and her while roxy shakes apart in his arms. he's not going to last long either. he's just as breathless, shallow, a groan spilling out of his mouth so intimately close to her ear it wouldn't be heard anywhere else.
as if in response to her request, ichiro's hand squeezes in hers. he drops his face against her shoulder and uses the secure way he's pressed against her now to snap his hips--it's slower, but the angle lets him thrust hard, to get deep, inhaling the scent of her skin and sweat and sex up so close and pulling out to repeat, again, and again. he's not going to last long either, not after earlier, but ichiro murmurs her name against her shoulder and chases after how fucking amazing her body feels surrounding his. ]
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besides, it gets him close enough that he can feel every bit of roxy's reactions. she's so tight, hot and wet enough to draw him back in with every push of their hips together. every spot where they're connected is overwhelmingly hot, and he lets himself focus on how fucking amazing it feels to let her take him in, to feel her body writhing against his own, bare skin to bare skin.
he's barely got the wherewithal to let his hands wander, so. when roxy grabs his hand, ichiro laces his fingers into hers, bicep flexing over her ribcage to brace himself and her while roxy shakes apart in his arms. he's not going to last long either. he's just as breathless, shallow, a groan spilling out of his mouth so intimately close to her ear it wouldn't be heard anywhere else.
as if in response to her request, ichiro's hand squeezes in hers. he drops his face against her shoulder and uses the secure way he's pressed against her now to snap his hips--it's slower, but the angle lets him thrust hard, to get deep, inhaling the scent of her skin and sweat and sex up so close and pulling out to repeat, again, and again. he's not going to last long either, not after earlier, but ichiro murmurs her name against her shoulder and chases after how fucking amazing her body feels surrounding his. ]