[Only because you like it. Fair enough. Wakatoshi would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't like this when literally every part of it appeals to him in some way, shape, or form.
Chest rising with the deep inhale he takes when Sakusa approaches him, he holds his tongue and waits with bated breath for his lover to make the next move. The kiss is nice and calming, a cool salve over his anticipation of what's going to happen next; the nuzzle and next kiss, a warm compress. It'd be easy for him to just sigh and relax and return Sakusa's affections...assuming that's where the loving touches end.
But Sakusa's crafty, and his spindly fingers curling over his erection without pause as he continues the doting-wife routine shatters the few remaining bits of Wakatoshi's resolve.
He latches onto Sakusa's ass, greedily, the immaculate and soft fabric bunching up into his large, rough hands as he starts to tug and rub at any part of both Sakusa and the apron he can touch.]
It's...it's been a rough week, dear...
[His voice is gravel, tinged with desperation. It sounds foreign to him.]
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Chest rising with the deep inhale he takes when Sakusa approaches him, he holds his tongue and waits with bated breath for his lover to make the next move. The kiss is nice and calming, a cool salve over his anticipation of what's going to happen next; the nuzzle and next kiss, a warm compress. It'd be easy for him to just sigh and relax and return Sakusa's affections...assuming that's where the loving touches end.
But Sakusa's crafty, and his spindly fingers curling over his erection without pause as he continues the doting-wife routine shatters the few remaining bits of Wakatoshi's resolve.
He latches onto Sakusa's ass, greedily, the immaculate and soft fabric bunching up into his large, rough hands as he starts to tug and rub at any part of both Sakusa and the apron he can touch.]
It's...it's been a rough week, dear...
[His voice is gravel, tinged with desperation. It sounds foreign to him.]
...you know what I need.