[Getting up from the table takes some effort. Even though he's certain he looks fine, Wakatoshi isn't certain he looks as pristine as he did when he first stepped into the restaurant and if any of the other diners or the staff have noticed -- snooty rich types tended to be so critical of such things, especially when directed towards (somewhat) celebrity athletes and the like.
It's also difficult to seem so unaffected when Sakusa, meanwhile, is practically doubled over their table and getting a look of absolute hunger burning behind those impossibly-black eyes. But Wakatoshi manages, even offering Sakusa his elbow once he's sure his suit is smoothed out and he's retrieved all of his belongings, including his credit card.
The waiter bristles, apparently overhearing Sakusa's commentary but ever so dutiful and professional, despite getting his balls torn off verbally, he does nothing except smile and nod as the two men turn and head toward the restaurant's exit.]
Very sorry about the subpar service you received, Sakusa. I'm hoping to make it up to you with dessert at home...
[Which he really does intend to, once they make it home. The trip back is mostly forgettable -- Wakatoshi sprung the extra cash for a cab ride instead of a standard train ride, not wanting their suits to get dirty, and if it was to get a chance for him to sneak and run his large hand over Sakusa's thigh and crotch for the entire trip while the driver was blissfully unaware, that was just an added bonus and certainly nothing he'd planned for.
They're barely three steps into his abode, with their shoes neatly removed and placed on opposite sides of the genkan when Wakatoshi undoes the button of Sakusa's slacks, reaches in through the open fly of his underwear, and starts blowing him right then and there.]
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It's also difficult to seem so unaffected when Sakusa, meanwhile, is practically doubled over their table and getting a look of absolute hunger burning behind those impossibly-black eyes. But Wakatoshi manages, even offering Sakusa his elbow once he's sure his suit is smoothed out and he's retrieved all of his belongings, including his credit card.
The waiter bristles, apparently overhearing Sakusa's commentary but ever so dutiful and professional, despite getting his balls torn off verbally, he does nothing except smile and nod as the two men turn and head toward the restaurant's exit.]
Very sorry about the subpar service you received, Sakusa. I'm hoping to make it up to you with dessert at home...
[Which he really does intend to, once they make it home. The trip back is mostly forgettable -- Wakatoshi sprung the extra cash for a cab ride instead of a standard train ride, not wanting their suits to get dirty, and if it was to get a chance for him to sneak and run his large hand over Sakusa's thigh and crotch for the entire trip while the driver was blissfully unaware, that was just an added bonus and certainly nothing he'd planned for.
They're barely three steps into his abode, with their shoes neatly removed and placed on opposite sides of the genkan when Wakatoshi undoes the button of Sakusa's slacks, reaches in through the open fly of his underwear, and starts blowing him right then and there.]