[Brain on the verge of turning into mush, Wakatoshi can barely tell if Sakusa's declaration of duty is more along the lines of their play or if he's being completely and utterly honest with him. The fact that he can't even tell, or that either option is entirely plausible is, in a strange way, hot.
As he squirms around in his slumped, seated position and tries to regain basic motor skills -- that orgasm was too much too quick, apparently -- Wakatoshi allows his hand to continue petting Sakusa's cheek, the fingers caressing against the blemish-free skin and curling around the curve of his jaw with care and affection. Like he imagines a husband would to his doting wife. It's a sweet and heartwarming moment.
So, of course, Sakusa takes that opportunity to deposit himself right onto Wakatoshi's lap. It's not abrupt or surprising, but it does make him grunt out loud. Sakusa is lighter than he is, sure, but he's no waif, and Wakatoshi just came...
Instinctively and without a second thought, his large hands come up to Sakusa's waist, then trails down to the hem of the apron where they rub admiringly against the ruffles and fabric. It's of good quality, probably wouldn't rip unless Wakatoshi really tried; probably expensive, too. He wonders if Sakusa had purchased this for practicality or if he'd been curious enough to try something new with it on. Knowing him, it was simply to avoid getting the clothes beneath it dirty. Even so, it's worth every yen.
He sighs through barely parted lips as Sakusa guides his hand without protest. There's the unmistakeable bulge and his fingers wrap around it as best they can beneath the warmth of the apron's fabric, offering it a firm squeeze, plump and hot, against the calluses of his left hand.
His head tips back just enough so that he can peer through his lashes, trying to make eye contact with Sakusa.]
...kiss me.
[Rather than take what he wants, he waits for Sakusa to make the move. Somehow, he doubts Sakusa will -- he's even betting on the rejection. Kissing after swallowing every drop of someone's cum isn't exactly commonplace. It might even seem dirty. Wakatoshi doesn't mind, but he's curious...]
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As he squirms around in his slumped, seated position and tries to regain basic motor skills -- that orgasm was too much too quick, apparently -- Wakatoshi allows his hand to continue petting Sakusa's cheek, the fingers caressing against the blemish-free skin and curling around the curve of his jaw with care and affection. Like he imagines a husband would to his doting wife. It's a sweet and heartwarming moment.
So, of course, Sakusa takes that opportunity to deposit himself right onto Wakatoshi's lap. It's not abrupt or surprising, but it does make him grunt out loud. Sakusa is lighter than he is, sure, but he's no waif, and Wakatoshi just came...
Instinctively and without a second thought, his large hands come up to Sakusa's waist, then trails down to the hem of the apron where they rub admiringly against the ruffles and fabric. It's of good quality, probably wouldn't rip unless Wakatoshi really tried; probably expensive, too. He wonders if Sakusa had purchased this for practicality or if he'd been curious enough to try something new with it on. Knowing him, it was simply to avoid getting the clothes beneath it dirty. Even so, it's worth every yen.
He sighs through barely parted lips as Sakusa guides his hand without protest. There's the unmistakeable bulge and his fingers wrap around it as best they can beneath the warmth of the apron's fabric, offering it a firm squeeze, plump and hot, against the calluses of his left hand.
His head tips back just enough so that he can peer through his lashes, trying to make eye contact with Sakusa.]
...kiss me.
[Rather than take what he wants, he waits for Sakusa to make the move. Somehow, he doubts Sakusa will -- he's even betting on the rejection. Kissing after swallowing every drop of someone's cum isn't exactly commonplace. It might even seem dirty. Wakatoshi doesn't mind, but he's curious...]