[A post-orgasm Ushijima is a beautiful sight, and Sakusa would be perfectly content to watch his orgasm pass, but watching Ushijima while being pet is simply top-tier. He practically purrs while leaning his cheek into his lover's hand.]
You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me. It's my duty to take care of you.
[It could be taken as play, but it's more fact than fiction. He takes his role as a boyfriend very seriously.
Sakusa shifts position to kiss the fingertips and then begins tilting his jaw to get Ushijima to pet him exactly where he wants it, smirking all the while. Knowing that he's brought Ushijima to this point brings a smug grin on his lips, but it twitches at the name. Not in a bad manner, no, never. To the contrary, Sakusa looks away, his lips flushing from a blush. He'd thought the names would stop as soon as Ushijima came, but he's reminded of how hard he is with the simple "sweetheart". It makes him want to smile out of endearment as much as it makes him want to frown out of embarrassment.
Opting to focus on getting himself off instead of how Ushijima might have converted him to his kink, he slides up and takes a seat on one of those strong, muscular thighs. It puts the apron on full display, complete with a tent right where his hips are.
Sakusa's not sure if he should keep the play up, but it's hard to think when he's ready to be ready. He leans in and kisses Ushijima's ear, giving it a quick nip.]
My turn. I'm in your care.
[He guides the hand that had been resting on his cheek beneath the apron, grinding it over his hard-on.]
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You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me. It's my duty to take care of you.
[It could be taken as play, but it's more fact than fiction. He takes his role as a boyfriend very seriously.
Sakusa shifts position to kiss the fingertips and then begins tilting his jaw to get Ushijima to pet him exactly where he wants it, smirking all the while. Knowing that he's brought Ushijima to this point brings a smug grin on his lips, but it twitches at the name. Not in a bad manner, no, never. To the contrary, Sakusa looks away, his lips flushing from a blush. He'd thought the names would stop as soon as Ushijima came, but he's reminded of how hard he is with the simple "sweetheart". It makes him want to smile out of endearment as much as it makes him want to frown out of embarrassment.
Opting to focus on getting himself off instead of how Ushijima might have converted him to his kink, he slides up and takes a seat on one of those strong, muscular thighs. It puts the apron on full display, complete with a tent right where his hips are.
Sakusa's not sure if he should keep the play up, but it's hard to think when he's ready to be ready. He leans in and kisses Ushijima's ear, giving it a quick nip.]
My turn. I'm in your care.
[He guides the hand that had been resting on his cheek beneath the apron, grinding it over his hard-on.]