[Only in Sakusa's mind would an act such as pulling off a sock, folding it to prevent wrinkles, and tucking it safely into a pocket be considered erotic. If he wasn't in the middle of dinner and so sockless, he might have stood up and kissed Ushijima for it. Since he can't, he stores the visual memory for a jerk off session later.
He flexes his foot appreciatively instead, careful not to get in the way until Ushijima has coated his entire length with the table oil. It's different than the sock, and Sakusa shivers in place at the first smooth slide of warm skin on skin contact. He knew Ushijima was thick, but without the barrier between their bodies, he feels longer, girthier. It's different to the touch too, the shape surprisingly well suited to the arch of his foot and the touch of it feeling softer against his rougher sole than in his hand. His ankle bumps against Ushijima's wrist, but only for a second. Next thing he knows, Sakusa's stifling a moan of his own, Ushijima aggressively chasing his own pleasure by moving his ankle as he pleases.]
Yes. [Sakusa says it as though agreeing to taste the anguille sashimi.]
I should be the one asking you that, but it's obvious enough. You're handsome like this.
[It might not be noticeable to anybody else, but to Sakusa, it's plain as day. Ushijima's doing a fine job of looking composed, and even that, Sakusa revels in.
But he's not one to be outdone by the pace Ushijima's set, rolling his ankle to aggressively grind against the top of Ushijima's dick and from side-to-side while Ushijima sets the pace. Every third stroke, he twists his ankle to touch with the top side of his foot instead. It's sloppier, clumsier than usual, and not at all how Sakusa would normally like to have to sex, but it's exciting too, and he finds himself smirking mischievously around a mouthful of eel, caught in the same kind of unexpected play as when he first fell for his boyfriend.
Eventually Sakusa pushes his date's dick between his toes. It is a bit of a workout, especially at this angle, but Sakusa has never been a quitter. When the angle gets tough, he starts moving his leg by the hip to switch up the angle, jostling in his seat a little bit. It swishes the wine in their glasses and flickers the flame on their tealights, but there's no rattle otherwise. He's also unable to keep eating while concentrating like this, focus only on Ushijima and the yummy expressions on his face.]
Wakatoshi. You don't have to hold back anymore. Come for me.
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He flexes his foot appreciatively instead, careful not to get in the way until Ushijima has coated his entire length with the table oil. It's different than the sock, and Sakusa shivers in place at the first smooth slide of warm skin on skin contact. He knew Ushijima was thick, but without the barrier between their bodies, he feels longer, girthier. It's different to the touch too, the shape surprisingly well suited to the arch of his foot and the touch of it feeling softer against his rougher sole than in his hand. His ankle bumps against Ushijima's wrist, but only for a second. Next thing he knows, Sakusa's stifling a moan of his own, Ushijima aggressively chasing his own pleasure by moving his ankle as he pleases.]
Yes. [Sakusa says it as though agreeing to taste the anguille sashimi.]
I should be the one asking you that, but it's obvious enough. You're handsome like this.
[It might not be noticeable to anybody else, but to Sakusa, it's plain as day. Ushijima's doing a fine job of looking composed, and even that, Sakusa revels in.
But he's not one to be outdone by the pace Ushijima's set, rolling his ankle to aggressively grind against the top of Ushijima's dick and from side-to-side while Ushijima sets the pace. Every third stroke, he twists his ankle to touch with the top side of his foot instead. It's sloppier, clumsier than usual, and not at all how Sakusa would normally like to have to sex, but it's exciting too, and he finds himself smirking mischievously around a mouthful of eel, caught in the same kind of unexpected play as when he first fell for his boyfriend.
Eventually Sakusa pushes his date's dick between his toes. It is a bit of a workout, especially at this angle, but Sakusa has never been a quitter. When the angle gets tough, he starts moving his leg by the hip to switch up the angle, jostling in his seat a little bit. It swishes the wine in their glasses and flickers the flame on their tealights, but there's no rattle otherwise. He's also unable to keep eating while concentrating like this, focus only on Ushijima and the yummy expressions on his face.]
Wakatoshi. You don't have to hold back anymore. Come for me.