[A simple word, 'dear,' is all it takes for Sakusa's posture to shift from a slouch to upright, eyes going wide. His entire body stills but resumes not a moment later, like a physically hiccup. With a single pet name, Sakusa completely, utterly, and thoroughly understands the appeal of the fantasy.
'Handsy,' Sakusa thinks to himself, with no small amount of pride. It's not like Sakusa isn't just as hands-on, rubbing his firm grip steadily thumbing over Ushijima's apron in a promise of what's to come, though it's difficult to maintain composure with all the force of Ushijima pulling him closer and clawing at the same places he'd left red welts not a week ago. Sakusa squirms as the dull ache mixes with new want, every little shift brushing the ribbons' ends over Ushijima's arms.
He hadn't planned on the roleplay seducing himself, but Sakusa quickly imagines and loses himself in a fantasy that places him on his knees and between his lover's thighs. Though it's not something they've tried before, Sakusa would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in it. Ever since the first time he held Ushijima's cock in his hand, he'd wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, and what was more housewifely than pleasuring one's husband? Sakusa doesn't require convincing.]
You work so hard... Isn't it about time you relaxed? Let me take care of you.
[Giving nothing less than his all even in this housewife act, Sakusa's usual monotone is laced with a hint of coyness and a pinch of a fluster. The words taste foreign in his mouth yet there's no way he'd give the act up now, not with Ushijima kneading his ass and his own mouth drooling in want.
Pulling away is unfortunate, but it's necessary for what Sakusa intends. He gently hooks a hand around Ushijima's wrist to lead him to the dining table and then ushers Ushijima into the seat. It's also going to be necessary to get that apron out of the way, no matter how cute Sakusa finds Ushijima in it. He wastes no time unfastening the apron and removing it from Ushijima, folding it neatly and placing it on the table; that part very well might not be part of the play, Sakusa naturally inclined to tidiness. He does, however, exaggerate his gestures, making certain his ruffles flounce.
With the apron that had been hiding that delicious lump out of the way, Sakusa drops into seiza, pries Ushijima's knees apart, and scoots into the newly opened space. Sakusa unzips Ushijima's fly, careful to keep the apron on display while he leans forward and hooks his fingers inside the band. He wants nothing more than to yank his waistband down and the rest of his pants along with it, but the fantasy calls for asking for permission. And so Sakusa looks up through his black eyelashes, not even properly lifting his face, and his pout tells Ushijima he won't take, 'no,' as an answer to this next question. He'll just have to make it so that, 'no,' isn't an option.]
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'Handsy,' Sakusa thinks to himself, with no small amount of pride. It's not like Sakusa isn't just as hands-on, rubbing his firm grip steadily thumbing over Ushijima's apron in a promise of what's to come, though it's difficult to maintain composure with all the force of Ushijima pulling him closer and clawing at the same places he'd left red welts not a week ago. Sakusa squirms as the dull ache mixes with new want, every little shift brushing the ribbons' ends over Ushijima's arms.
He hadn't planned on the roleplay seducing himself, but Sakusa quickly imagines and loses himself in a fantasy that places him on his knees and between his lover's thighs. Though it's not something they've tried before, Sakusa would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in it. Ever since the first time he held Ushijima's cock in his hand, he'd wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, and what was more housewifely than pleasuring one's husband? Sakusa doesn't require convincing.]
You work so hard... Isn't it about time you relaxed? Let me take care of you.
[Giving nothing less than his all even in this housewife act, Sakusa's usual monotone is laced with a hint of coyness and a pinch of a fluster. The words taste foreign in his mouth yet there's no way he'd give the act up now, not with Ushijima kneading his ass and his own mouth drooling in want.
Pulling away is unfortunate, but it's necessary for what Sakusa intends. He gently hooks a hand around Ushijima's wrist to lead him to the dining table and then ushers Ushijima into the seat. It's also going to be necessary to get that apron out of the way, no matter how cute Sakusa finds Ushijima in it. He wastes no time unfastening the apron and removing it from Ushijima, folding it neatly and placing it on the table; that part very well might not be part of the play, Sakusa naturally inclined to tidiness. He does, however, exaggerate his gestures, making certain his ruffles flounce.
With the apron that had been hiding that delicious lump out of the way, Sakusa drops into seiza, pries Ushijima's knees apart, and scoots into the newly opened space. Sakusa unzips Ushijima's fly, careful to keep the apron on display while he leans forward and hooks his fingers inside the band. He wants nothing more than to yank his waistband down and the rest of his pants along with it, but the fantasy calls for asking for permission. And so Sakusa looks up through his black eyelashes, not even properly lifting his face, and his pout tells Ushijima he won't take, 'no,' as an answer to this next question. He'll just have to make it so that, 'no,' isn't an option.]
May I, goshujinsama?