[Wrecked, Sakusa says. That matches up perfectly to what he feels, yeah. Still and somehow, he's able to keep up the appearance he always has in public, that of a serious and reserved young man who knows what he wants...especially when it's sitting across from him, giving him that suggestive small smile they've been teasing each other with since middle school.
With a grateful sigh and nod, he takes the offered wet wipes and napkin, unwrapping them with surprisingly nimble fingers and using them to wipe off the mess from his dick down below. Lucky for him, barely any of his cum spilled onto his pants, with Sakusa's foot catching the majority of it. He's still going to the dry cleaners anyway, but it's good to know he won't have any suspicious stains on it. Now with the second wipe, he cleans as much of his lover's foot as he can with thorough and painstaking care, making sure to go in between the toes and the underside with as much of the clean surface as he can. No careless and blind swaths here.
When the foot is cleaned to his satisfaction, he carefully folds up the wipes, dirty sides inward of course, then folds the napkins over those before setting the pile onto the corner for the busboy to take.
Clean and clear, in more ways than one, Wakatoshi glances back over to Sakusa, noting the labored breathing and just as he's about to comment on it and put Sakusa's sock back on for him, the credit card's being slid over, forcing him to pause. And blink.]
Do not worry, Kiyoomi. I've already covered this dinner in advance.
[Because of course he did. Spoiling him and paying for things just seemed like the appropriate thing to do, though he is flattered that Sakusa was willing to pay even if Wakatoshi had been the one to drag him out here.
With a small smile, he slides the card back, gestures for their waiter to come by with the check for him to sign. And of course the loyal little puppy of a waiter leaps at the opportunity to suck up for a bonus, which Wakatoshi casually signs over and all but shoves the card holder into the waiter's (comparably) tiny hands.
He rubs at Sakusa's foot, then pats it gently on the side, a silent gesture for him to prepare himself.]
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With a grateful sigh and nod, he takes the offered wet wipes and napkin, unwrapping them with surprisingly nimble fingers and using them to wipe off the mess from his dick down below. Lucky for him, barely any of his cum spilled onto his pants, with Sakusa's foot catching the majority of it. He's still going to the dry cleaners anyway, but it's good to know he won't have any suspicious stains on it. Now with the second wipe, he cleans as much of his lover's foot as he can with thorough and painstaking care, making sure to go in between the toes and the underside with as much of the clean surface as he can. No careless and blind swaths here.
When the foot is cleaned to his satisfaction, he carefully folds up the wipes, dirty sides inward of course, then folds the napkins over those before setting the pile onto the corner for the busboy to take.
Clean and clear, in more ways than one, Wakatoshi glances back over to Sakusa, noting the labored breathing and just as he's about to comment on it and put Sakusa's sock back on for him, the credit card's being slid over, forcing him to pause. And blink.]
Do not worry, Kiyoomi. I've already covered this dinner in advance.
[Because of course he did. Spoiling him and paying for things just seemed like the appropriate thing to do, though he is flattered that Sakusa was willing to pay even if Wakatoshi had been the one to drag him out here.
With a small smile, he slides the card back, gestures for their waiter to come by with the check for him to sign. And of course the loyal little puppy of a waiter leaps at the opportunity to suck up for a bonus, which Wakatoshi casually signs over and all but shoves the card holder into the waiter's (comparably) tiny hands.
He rubs at Sakusa's foot, then pats it gently on the side, a silent gesture for him to prepare himself.]
But we can certainly have dessert at home.
[With a nod of his head towards the door.]
Ready?