#sasaichi

"I'm going to break up with you," Ichinose whines. His squirming has already worked the fitted sheet off the mattress and it's getting all bunched up beneath him, which is utterly adorable. He looks like a red faced cherub, and the pouty cheeks aren't having the least bit of an impact. At least, not the sort of impact he wants. "I'm going to leave and change my number and you'll never be able to find me." 

"So leave," Sasaki agrees. 

"You're on top of me!" 

"You can push me off," he counters, and when Ichinose's expression goes surlier it's impossible not to chuckle. Since Ichinose makes no move to push him off, Sasaki crowds in even closer, pinning his arms down and resting the weight of his hips over Ichinose's groin. "No?" 

Ichinose groans. 

Sasaki kisses the slight indent at his temple, then the apple of his cheek, then his chin. Ichinose's skin is soft and radiating heat. He kisses his throat and clavicle and tastes salt. 

"Touch me already!" 

"I am," Sasaki drawls. "I'm touching you all over." 

"N-not where I need it," Ichinose whines. His hips try to lift off of the mattress, but Sasaki's left him nowhere to find relief. He chuckles darkly, kissing and then biting Ichinose's bicep. 

"But you're so hard. Maybe this isn't what you need, but you sure do want it, huh, senpai?"