[Pleased that Sakusa is finding this impromptu footjob, along with the olive oil serving as an admittedly messy lube substitute, gratifying and worth smirking so devilishly over, and humbled by the compliment, Wakatoshi's skin flushes pink, glowing from the heat practically radiating off of him.
It's stuffy around the table now, and he can't tell for sure if it's because the temperature inside the restaurant has actually gone up or if it's his own body's response to the bombardment of stimuli, courtesy of one crafty, smirking Kiyoomi Sakusa. All Wakatoshi knows is if this keeps up, he's going to have to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt, and that he's not come across as the composed and smooth man he was when he first sat down to anyone passing by. Their waiter might call for a doctor. What a hassle that would be...
The change in angle, the toes getting in on the action, the added weight and pressure... More than that, though, it's Sakusa's expression. Smug and self-satisfied as it is, there's obvious strain on his part. He, too, like Wakatoshi, can barely keep his mouth closed.
It's got no right being that hot, yet there they are.]
Mmmhm.
[Wakatoshi clenches his jaw, his lips pressed tightly together as he fights to keep from doubling over too much as the first wave of his orgasm hits him, causing him to squeeze tighter all over and especially around poor Sakusa's foot. He comes in a continuous stream rather than in spurts, spilling hot over oil-drenched toes and the front of Sakusa's foot. Body quaking, he keeps coming, somehow quiet throughout aside from a soft and drawn out Hah... that he keeps muffled with one hand. The other stays curved around his softening dick and that foot, even as he slumps back in his chair, dazed and panting for breath.
He looks like he's slightly flushed, the rise and fall of his chest visible even beneath his jacket and shirt. Not too out of the ordinary. Inside, he feels like he's been through the ringer, like he's been through several rounds of intense sex. In a way, he has.]
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[Pleased that Sakusa is finding this impromptu footjob, along with the olive oil serving as an admittedly messy lube substitute, gratifying and worth smirking so devilishly over, and humbled by the compliment, Wakatoshi's skin flushes pink, glowing from the heat practically radiating off of him.
It's stuffy around the table now, and he can't tell for sure if it's because the temperature inside the restaurant has actually gone up or if it's his own body's response to the bombardment of stimuli, courtesy of one crafty, smirking Kiyoomi Sakusa. All Wakatoshi knows is if this keeps up, he's going to have to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt, and that he's not come across as the composed and smooth man he was when he first sat down to anyone passing by. Their waiter might call for a doctor. What a hassle that would be...
The change in angle, the toes getting in on the action, the added weight and pressure... More than that, though, it's Sakusa's expression. Smug and self-satisfied as it is, there's obvious strain on his part. He, too, like Wakatoshi, can barely keep his mouth closed.
It's got no right being that hot, yet there they are.]
Mmmhm.
[Wakatoshi clenches his jaw, his lips pressed tightly together as he fights to keep from doubling over too much as the first wave of his orgasm hits him, causing him to squeeze tighter all over and especially around poor Sakusa's foot. He comes in a continuous stream rather than in spurts, spilling hot over oil-drenched toes and the front of Sakusa's foot. Body quaking, he keeps coming, somehow quiet throughout aside from a soft and drawn out Hah... that he keeps muffled with one hand. The other stays curved around his softening dick and that foot, even as he slumps back in his chair, dazed and panting for breath.
He looks like he's slightly flushed, the rise and fall of his chest visible even beneath his jacket and shirt. Not too out of the ordinary. Inside, he feels like he's been through the ringer, like he's been through several rounds of intense sex. In a way, he has.]