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Ichiro no longer fit in Samatoki's lap, not like he used to. He couldn't flop down between Samatoki's legs and tuck his head under Samatoki's chin anymore. In the time they'd spent at odds, he'd gotten too tall, too broad for that.
At least, in theory.
But Samatoki didn't seem to give a damn.
The fact that Ichiro no longer really fit didn't stop Samatoki from pulling him down into his lap every now and then. It didn't stop Samatoki from wrapping his arms around Ichiro, tighter now than ever before, and burying his face in the crook of Ichiro's neck.
It didn't stop him from making Ichiro feel wanted in ways he never had before.
"Aren't I heavy?" Ichiro asked, once, when he moved to settle next to Samatoki on the couch for one of their movie night dates, only for Samatoki to haul him in his arms.
"Yeah, 'course you are. Musclehead." Samatoki pressed a smile to the back of Ichiro's shoulder, squeezing his arms tighter around Ichiro's waist. "That supposed to be a bad thing?"
It certainly didn't feel like a bad thing, when Samatoki held him like this. Ichiro let himself relax a little, sinking lower, until he could butt the top of his head up against Samatoki's chin like he used to. It wasn't the most comfortable position now, with how it left him nearly sliding off the edge of the couch, but it was nice in its familiarity.
"Just worry, sometimes," Ichiro murmured. "That…"
"That?"
"That I might not be cute to you anymore."
Samatoki was quiet for a moment, and when he moved again, it was to bite Ichiro's shoulder through his shirt, hard enough to make Ichiro yelp with surprise.
"Idiot," Samatoki teased, his voice soft with affection. "You think I'm the sort of asshole who'd get rid of a puppy 'cause it grew up big?"
"What? Of course not."
"Of course not," Samatoki agreed. "You were always cute, Ichi. You always will be cute. No matter how big or strong or old you get."
On some level, Ichiro had already known Samatoki felt that way. Since finding their way back to each other, realizing they wanted not just what they had before but something more, Samatoki had never made him feel any less than wholly loved.
It was still nice to hear, nice enough to make Ichiro duck his head, half-hiding a flush, a grin.
Samatoki kissed the burning shell of his ear. "Now be a bit less cute, or we're never watching this movie."
Ichiro hummed, considered it, and turned to flash Samatoki his cutest smile.
"Fuck the movie."