[Not as much of a reaction as Sakusa had wanted, but he settles into place, gently toeing the zipper back and forth from base to button. His shoulders are still stiff as he eyes Ushijima calculatingly, looking for any sign of discomposure.]
Wakatsu Kiryuu. Bokuto Koutarou. Me.
[That last one is accompanied with planting his foot firmly along the protrusion. Feeling the entire outline makes his throat dry and hard to swallow. Sakusa's lips twitch back into a smirk, massaging the bulge more forcefully each time he reaches the belt.]
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Wakatsu Kiryuu. Bokuto Koutarou. Me.
[That last one is accompanied with planting his foot firmly along the protrusion. Feeling the entire outline makes his throat dry and hard to swallow. Sakusa's lips twitch back into a smirk, massaging the bulge more forcefully each time he reaches the belt.]