[It shouldn't come as a surprise that Ushijima had been this thorough, but it is, and the extra care charms Sakusa further. His thighs clench in want as he slides the card back back into his wallet and, while his hands are beneath the table, pries himself away from Ushijima to tuck himself back into his shoe. Ushijima had done a satisfactory job of cleaning them both up afterward but particularly his foot, wiping it clean, dry, and sliding his sock on as if nobody were the wiser of what they'd been up to. It's a fairly intimate act that has Sakusa nearly moaning over the table, but Sakusa manages to keep shut and shiver while held still, eyes on the prize. Ushijima's impeccable manners were just another thing Sakusa looks forward to rewarding his boyfriend for as soon as they're home and behind locked doors.]
Yes. Let's.
[Sakusa can barely contain his enthusiasm as stands up, grabs his roses, and casts one final cursory glance at the waiter. He can't get out of here soon enough, a sigh of relief escaping him.]
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Yes. Let's.
[Sakusa can barely contain his enthusiasm as stands up, grabs his roses, and casts one final cursory glance at the waiter. He can't get out of here soon enough, a sigh of relief escaping him.]
The service was terrible.