[As grateful as Sakusa is to see a meal on the platters and not just rabbit feed, it could not have come at a more inopportune time, his foot stilling just after it'd slid right into place. Keeping still proves difficult when all he wants to do is fondle the full size of his boyfriend's giant cock, and Sakusa masks none of his displeasure, scowl returned as a stranger invades their space.
Then again. The table apron was long and Ushijima had kept quiet this long... 'You're welcome to try.' His focus returns to Ushijima while the waiter stacks their used table set with all the care and aesthetic a cooking magazine might take for an editorial insert. From the waist up, both of them had the strictest postures and most solemn of expressions, but his foot moving once more told a different story, gentle at first but increasing with pressure with every plate that's taken away.
Ushijima had chosen Japanese-French fusion, and that means a lot of forks are laid out next. Sakusa alternates position for this stretch, planting the ball of his firmly into the head of Ushijima's cock while teasing his heel from side-to-side. His smirk returns about the time the spoons are replaced, a simple, knowing thing that promises the best is yet to come.
Sakusa resumes stroking up and down only when the actual food is served, careful not to be too quick with his movements lest he accidentally kick up the table skirt. Every time Ushijima shifts, Sakusa pulls his foot off just slightly, then digs back in, taunting him until they're left alone again.
More delicious than the food on the table is how Ushijima acts throughout it all. Strong, welcoming, flawless, each shudder and clench of his jaw is a small, yet hard won victory for Sakusa. He sinks into a slouch, calculating his next move.]
Then, with your blessing...
[At the same time Sakusa reaches for his glass of Merlot, he pushes his foot flat against Ushijima's stomach. When he pulls it back, his heel catches on the waistband of Ushijima's underwear and he slowly drags it down the length of his cock, just enough to hook his foot inside the elastic. Sakusa pets the bare erection while offering up a stiff toast.]
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Then again. The table apron was long and Ushijima had kept quiet this long... 'You're welcome to try.' His focus returns to Ushijima while the waiter stacks their used table set with all the care and aesthetic a cooking magazine might take for an editorial insert. From the waist up, both of them had the strictest postures and most solemn of expressions, but his foot moving once more told a different story, gentle at first but increasing with pressure with every plate that's taken away.
Ushijima had chosen Japanese-French fusion, and that means a lot of forks are laid out next. Sakusa alternates position for this stretch, planting the ball of his firmly into the head of Ushijima's cock while teasing his heel from side-to-side. His smirk returns about the time the spoons are replaced, a simple, knowing thing that promises the best is yet to come.
Sakusa resumes stroking up and down only when the actual food is served, careful not to be too quick with his movements lest he accidentally kick up the table skirt. Every time Ushijima shifts, Sakusa pulls his foot off just slightly, then digs back in, taunting him until they're left alone again.
More delicious than the food on the table is how Ushijima acts throughout it all. Strong, welcoming, flawless, each shudder and clench of his jaw is a small, yet hard won victory for Sakusa. He sinks into a slouch, calculating his next move.]
Then, with your blessing...
[At the same time Sakusa reaches for his glass of Merlot, he pushes his foot flat against Ushijima's stomach. When he pulls it back, his heel catches on the waistband of Ushijima's underwear and he slowly drags it down the length of his cock, just enough to hook his foot inside the elastic. Sakusa pets the bare erection while offering up a stiff toast.]
To a wonderful evening. Bon appetit.