[Now that Sakusa's all cleaned up, it confronts him with the indisputable sight of Ushijima's reservations beginning to crack: eyes flickering to catch the movement, his slow, heavy-chested inhales, and the careful selection of words. Anybody else might think Ushijima the stoic type, but Sakusa's always known how to focus on the details otherwise missed: the hungry twitch of a finger, the flare of a nostril... Sakusa watches Ushijima's restrained desire grow just as carefully as Ushijima had eyed his apron. Sakusa had welcomed the attention, but now that he's on the receiving end, he feels impatient, cheeks rosy with reluctance and flattery.]
...Okay, but don't laugh at me.
['Can you turn around for me, please?' could mean a number of things. On the most basic level, Sakusa could just turn his back to Ushijima to fulfill the request. But no, knowing that Ushijima is into the piece of clothing stirs Sakusa's playfulness as he takes a step back. It's a little too stiff to be sexy and obviously takes a great deal of effort for Sakusa, who is usually so lowkey in tone and expression, to twirl just once, enough for the sleeves and trim to catch some air and flutter. He strikes a pose when it settles, hands crossed over his lap like the polite image of a housewife greeting her husband after a hard day of work.]
Welcome home, dear. Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps...me?
[Actions, tone, expression. All of it is deadpan.]
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...Okay, but don't laugh at me.
['Can you turn around for me, please?' could mean a number of things. On the most basic level, Sakusa could just turn his back to Ushijima to fulfill the request. But no, knowing that Ushijima is into the piece of clothing stirs Sakusa's playfulness as he takes a step back. It's a little too stiff to be sexy and obviously takes a great deal of effort for Sakusa, who is usually so lowkey in tone and expression, to twirl just once, enough for the sleeves and trim to catch some air and flutter. He strikes a pose when it settles, hands crossed over his lap like the polite image of a housewife greeting her husband after a hard day of work.]
Welcome home, dear. Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps...me?
[Actions, tone, expression. All of it is deadpan.]