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Ichiro had a pretty big appetite. High metabolism, physical job. When he went out to eat, he never needed help polishing off a serving of whatever he'd ordered.
But he always loved giving Samatoki a bite.
If only because Samatoki had the cutest way of asking for one.
He never actually asked, per se. Just like he always gave Ichiro a bit of whatever he'd ordered, without asking or waiting for Ichiro to ask, he took what he wanted by scooting in real close, usually hooking his chin over Ichiro's shoulder, and opening his mouth.
Ichiro always had to duck his head to hide a grin at that, and of course he always obliged, lifting whatever he'd gotten—a burger, a crepe, sushi, ice cream, anything—for Samatoki to help himself.
"What?" Samatoki would ask, whenever he caught those little grins.
Ichiro would only hum, and take the chance to steal a kiss. "Nothing. Want another?"
"Mhm."
And Ichiro would know, without asking, that Samatoki didn't mean another bite.