[Sakusa pausing when the waiter shows up was, admittedly, what Wakatoshi had expected. Engaging in anything further would have convinced him his boyfriend had some sort of exhibitionist kink (or was just extremely competitive and wanted to get the last laugh, no matter the cost).
So when the young waiter, still blissfully unaware of what's going on beneath the tablecloth (or, if he was, he made no indication of such), moves to Wakatoshi's side of the table to set the entree platter on the placemat before him...just as the pad of Sakusa's foot pushes into the swollen head of his cock, forcing a thick pearl of pre-cum to leak out, staining the expensive underwear he'd purchased specifically for this date. Oh dear. His fist slams onto the table -- not too hard, just enough to rattle the silverware -- startling the poor waiter and forcing Wakatoshi, jaw-clenched and red-faced Wakatoshi, to push through his agony and offer up a meek apology and insistence that they're fine and don't need anything right now, thankyouverymuchsir.
The waiter nods and smiles dutifully before he bowing and going off to service other customers not involved in mind-blowing footjobs elsewhere. Just in time, too, because half of Wakatoshi's cock springs free and he lets out a ragged groan, barely muffling it with the back of his hand.
One hand daintily curved over his wineglass, the other clamping tight around Sakusa's ankle, he shoots a look across the table.]
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So when the young waiter, still blissfully unaware of what's going on beneath the tablecloth (or, if he was, he made no indication of such), moves to Wakatoshi's side of the table to set the entree platter on the placemat before him...just as the pad of Sakusa's foot pushes into the swollen head of his cock, forcing a thick pearl of pre-cum to leak out, staining the expensive underwear he'd purchased specifically for this date. Oh dear. His fist slams onto the table -- not too hard, just enough to rattle the silverware -- startling the poor waiter and forcing Wakatoshi, jaw-clenched and red-faced Wakatoshi, to push through his agony and offer up a meek apology and insistence that they're fine and don't need anything right now, thankyouverymuchsir.
The waiter nods and smiles dutifully before he bowing and going off to service other customers not involved in mind-blowing footjobs elsewhere. Just in time, too, because half of Wakatoshi's cock springs free and he lets out a ragged groan, barely muffling it with the back of his hand.
One hand daintily curved over his wineglass, the other clamping tight around Sakusa's ankle, he shoots a look across the table.]
...Meshiagare.