[...That's more like it. Sakusa visibly shifts in place, considering if it's worth jerking himself off under the table as well. He decides against it, since the thoughts of cleaning up his own spunk or walking out trying to hide his boner turns him off, but he has no qualm with continuing to jerk off his date. Now sandwiching Ushijima's dick between his boyfriend's hand and his own foot, he strokes his sole up and down, at first a bit clumsy, but quickly finding a rhythm that involves twisting his arch into Ushijima's cock. It's more fun than Sakusa would like to admit, and maybe using both feet next time is something to consider.
'Next time,' he catches himself thinking. If it's a red flag, Sakusa pays it no mind, instead pressing one of the forks too enthusiastically into a soy and yuzu-infused duck à l'orange. Sakusa licks his lips clean of the meal while dragging the precum with his toes.]
I am. I'd enjoy myself more if you took my sock off though.
[It's the first either of them have mentioned their game outright, and Sakusa flexes his foot demonstratively.
He also slides over one of the small dipping dishes filled with olive oil.] This might help.
[Sakusa carries wet wipes in the way most men tuck a condom into their wallet. This can work.]
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'Next time,' he catches himself thinking. If it's a red flag, Sakusa pays it no mind, instead pressing one of the forks too enthusiastically into a soy and yuzu-infused duck à l'orange. Sakusa licks his lips clean of the meal while dragging the precum with his toes.]
I am. I'd enjoy myself more if you took my sock off though.
[It's the first either of them have mentioned their game outright, and Sakusa flexes his foot demonstratively.
He also slides over one of the small dipping dishes filled with olive oil.] This might help.
[Sakusa carries wet wipes in the way most men tuck a condom into their wallet. This can work.]