[Thankful that he hadn't done any damage with his thrusting, Ushijima tries -- oh, does he try -- to settle down in his seat and ride out this wave of pleasure that is threatening to crest within him as still as possible. This proves impossible right away, as 1) the vibrations of Sakusa's hum add another layer of sensation over him that have him on the verge of sobbing, and 2) Sakusa pulls away, and he really does end up sobbing. Low, though, as it's on the tail end of a piteous groan.
He pulls his hand away from his face, now blushing so hot and so fiercely it feels like it might bruise, and gazes down at Sakusa still knelt between his legs, beautiful as ever, still playing the role of a devoted housewife.
His mouth opens, prepared to offer up an apology, only for him to let out a strangled noise that he'd be embarrassed about later. The hand he'd been trying to hide under, unable to come over his face, latches hard onto the chair's armrest and squeezes tight as the rest of his body follows suite, practically lifting off the chair. Even his toes begin to curl.
Head thrown back and both eyes pinched shut, and he lets out a half-sob, half groan when presented with a choice. His mind feels like it's being split open and Sakusa wants him to answer properly?
His hips lift again, only slightly, and as he feels the head of his dick brushing at the back of Sakusa's throat, he can only silently hope for forgiveness.]
Your mouth... nngh, your mouth. Please. I want -- mmmn -- you to taste me. I want to taste you...
Please...
[Wakatoshi, practically out of his chair now and on the edge of reason, has to force himself back down.]
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He pulls his hand away from his face, now blushing so hot and so fiercely it feels like it might bruise, and gazes down at Sakusa still knelt between his legs, beautiful as ever, still playing the role of a devoted housewife.
His mouth opens, prepared to offer up an apology, only for him to let out a strangled noise that he'd be embarrassed about later. The hand he'd been trying to hide under, unable to come over his face, latches hard onto the chair's armrest and squeezes tight as the rest of his body follows suite, practically lifting off the chair. Even his toes begin to curl.
Head thrown back and both eyes pinched shut, and he lets out a half-sob, half groan when presented with a choice. His mind feels like it's being split open and Sakusa wants him to answer properly?
His hips lift again, only slightly, and as he feels the head of his dick brushing at the back of Sakusa's throat, he can only silently hope for forgiveness.]
Your mouth... nngh, your mouth. Please. I want -- mmmn -- you to taste me. I want to taste you...
Please...
[Wakatoshi, practically out of his chair now and on the edge of reason, has to force himself back down.]