[Although Sakusa would wince at the mere thought of kissing after a blowjob and judge anybody who admitted doing it under regular circumstances, a naughty thrill heats his body as he commits the taboo. Like an instinct guiding him, he rocks into the grip around his cock and moans into Ushijima's mouth, spreading his lover's taste over every molar, palate, and papilla. At first Sakusa's eyes are clenched shut, like a child too scared to look, but as he relaxes into the kiss, he dares to look, and what he sees blows his pupils dark. His hips stutter against Ushijima's warm hand, a gasp escaping amidst the wet pop when he pulls away. He's not smiling, not quite, but his lips are wet and red, and his usual sharp focus has been replaced with something hazier and lust-lost. It takes a few blinks before he remembers how to word.]
I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. I think... I'd like to do more gross things with you. Do you have any suggestions?
[He'd already been turned on, but the irony of liking something so out of character for himself is an adrenaline rush that provides excess energy. He ruts more needily against Ushijima's hand with deep, soft breaths, not even realizing the motions himself. Besides, what he'd thought he wanted was fine enough, but there's an unusual heat stirring at the possibilities unknown.]
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[Although Sakusa would wince at the mere thought of kissing after a blowjob and judge anybody who admitted doing it under regular circumstances, a naughty thrill heats his body as he commits the taboo. Like an instinct guiding him, he rocks into the grip around his cock and moans into Ushijima's mouth, spreading his lover's taste over every molar, palate, and papilla. At first Sakusa's eyes are clenched shut, like a child too scared to look, but as he relaxes into the kiss, he dares to look, and what he sees blows his pupils dark. His hips stutter against Ushijima's warm hand, a gasp escaping amidst the wet pop when he pulls away. He's not smiling, not quite, but his lips are wet and red, and his usual sharp focus has been replaced with something hazier and lust-lost. It takes a few blinks before he remembers how to word.]
I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. I think... I'd like to do more gross things with you. Do you have any suggestions?
[He'd already been turned on, but the irony of liking something so out of character for himself is an adrenaline rush that provides excess energy. He ruts more needily against Ushijima's hand with deep, soft breaths, not even realizing the motions himself. Besides, what he'd thought he wanted was fine enough, but there's an unusual heat stirring at the possibilities unknown.]