[In all honesty, Wakatoshi would have never bet on Sakusa taking things an extra step further. He's well aware that his request was, at the least, awkward and devoid of any sense -- the type of request that someone as particular as Sakusa loathes. Even Wakatoshi himself is having trouble trying to rationalize it beyond just wanting to take in a nice, long eyeful of his boyfriend in something so incongruently feminine and ruffled...yet it's so him. And yet, Sakusa not only indulges him, but offers up the roleplay act...
Tendou had lent him some manga in the past, many of which had a trope where excited males would often get nosebleeds. Wakatoshi thought those were dumb: how can a nose bleed from excitement? It's scientifically impossible.
And yet, here he is, feeling the blood rush to his nose. It's to his dick, actually, which has created quite the tent in his pants, visible through his own apron draped over it. With the way his short-circuited brain throbs at just the idea of Sakusa uttering goshujinsama, he thinks he'd be forgiven for mixing the two up.
Without a word, Wakatoshi swallows. Somehow, he keeps his hands to himself, despite every synapse in his lust-adled mind telling him to just go for it, Ushijima.]
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Tendou had lent him some manga in the past, many of which had a trope where excited males would often get nosebleeds. Wakatoshi thought those were dumb: how can a nose bleed from excitement? It's scientifically impossible.
And yet, here he is, feeling the blood rush to his nose. It's to his dick, actually, which has created quite the tent in his pants, visible through his own apron draped over it. With the way his short-circuited brain throbs at just the idea of Sakusa uttering goshujinsama, he thinks he'd be forgiven for mixing the two up.
Without a word, Wakatoshi swallows. Somehow, he keeps his hands to himself, despite every synapse in his lust-adled mind telling him to just go for it, Ushijima.]
...you're teasing me.