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牛島 若利 Ushijima Wakatoshi ([personal profile] leftwinger) wrote 2021-04-08 12:52 am (UTC)

[The adjustment and newfound pressure against his cock makes Wakatoshi switch from the wine to his ice water. With him so hot under the collar and so wound-up, yet unable to do much about it that won't attract much attention, it's a necessity at this point.

And despite this, and the patches of deep pink over his throat, nose, and cheeks, the spark of challenge does not leave Wakatoshi's eyes. The corner of his mouth quirks up into a slight smirk, his thick brows furrow just the slightest bit more.]


...you're always welcome to try.

[He moves his hips and spreads his thighs just enough to encourage his length further against Sakusa's foot. It's still not enough -- his cock still confined in those boxer-briefs, it'll never be enough -- and he knows this, but he's still willing to try. Wakatoshi is determined, if nothing else.

But fuck if it doesn't feel agonizingly good.

He thinks about removing the briefs altogether or, at the very least, opening the flap at the front and letting Sakusa figure the rest out. It's dark enough in the restaurant, they're secluded, and the tablecloth's doing a great job of hiding what they cannot show. They can get away with it...

And just as he's thinking about tugging down at the waistband, their waiter returns with two large trays of food. Their main course, and all the little side-dishes and everything that comes with. The portions are small but there's lots to go around, apparently, because it seems to take him an eternity to clear their table and set the plates neatly and accurately.

(Or maybe Wakatoshi's patience is running thing.)

When the waiter asks if there's any else they might need, Wakatoshi tells him to keep walking.]


Who knows when you'll get your next opportunity.

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