[The foot begins to move and Ushijima, narrowing his eyes just enough to convey a warning toward Sakusa that he's well-aware of what he's trying to do without having to actually say it. And if that doesn't work, or gets misinterpreted somehow, he's also squeezing his hand around Sakusa's mischievous foot, holding it firmly in place against his cock.
So he can rub them together, in tandem, of course.
It's like frotting, only not. It's only his cock that's rubbing nice and slow along the thick sole of that foot aided by the slickness of the pre-cum, though it can hardly qualify as a fitting substitute for Sakusa's cock, with a little imagination and more sips of his wine, he can pretend.
He takes a few bites of the food, lapping up a bit of the sauce that had dribbled onto his bottom lip.]
Ah, caviar. It's a delicacy in the West.
[He groans out the word 'delicacy', and it's a wonder the people in the nearest table didn't hear him.]
...I'm absolutely fine. Are you enjoying yourself, Kiyoomi?
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So he can rub them together, in tandem, of course.
It's like frotting, only not. It's only his cock that's rubbing nice and slow along the thick sole of that foot aided by the slickness of the pre-cum, though it can hardly qualify as a fitting substitute for Sakusa's cock, with a little imagination and more sips of his wine, he can pretend.
He takes a few bites of the food, lapping up a bit of the sauce that had dribbled onto his bottom lip.]
Ah, caviar. It's a delicacy in the West.
[He groans out the word 'delicacy', and it's a wonder the people in the nearest table didn't hear him.]
...I'm absolutely fine. Are you enjoying yourself, Kiyoomi?