[Ushijima is impressive in everything he sets himself to, and this is no exception. Even the way he grunts around Ushijima's cock is sexy in a way that Sakusa finds completely unfair; he swears beneath his breath as he fucks Ushijima's face more steadily, holding his face steady so as to not hurt him. His inner thighs tighten with a familiar and enjoyable burn as Ushijima squeezes and hums and he'd worry about being too free with his motions if Ushijima's saliva wasn't rolling down the inside of his thighs. It's wet and entirely excessive, but Sakusa has never seen anything as sexy as Ushijima looking up so pliantly and determined to please.
Sakusa had already warned Ushijima that he'd be quick, and he's not one to repeat himself. Ushijima, the wonderful, sane human being that he is, has probably prepared himself to receive once warned, and that is just as attractive to Sakusa as the welcome sight between his legs. Sakusa would praise him for it if he wasn't biting his lips in a desperate (and futile) attempt to keep his moans stifled. The noises grunted in tandem with his thrusts are more dignified, even if the way Sakusa digs his fingertips into his lover's hair and squirms against the wall aren't.
When his cock brushes against the back of Ushijima's throat, an unexpected croon that forces its way out in an open-mouthed gasp. Though any attempt to silence himself can't silence the sounds he's already made, Sakusa covers his mouth, shoves in as deeply as he can manage, and spills.]
Wakatoshi-kun.
[It's choked out and immediately followed by a relieved keen. The grip he has on Ushijima tightens before it relaxes, and Sakusa practically slides down the wall as his knees bend from the pleasure of release. He catches himself before he slips too far down, and takes some moments to breath, only humming in response until he's caught his breath. It's only then that his hands begin to pet Ushijima fondly, grip as firm as his satisfaction.]
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Sakusa had already warned Ushijima that he'd be quick, and he's not one to repeat himself. Ushijima, the wonderful, sane human being that he is, has probably prepared himself to receive once warned, and that is just as attractive to Sakusa as the welcome sight between his legs. Sakusa would praise him for it if he wasn't biting his lips in a desperate (and futile) attempt to keep his moans stifled. The noises grunted in tandem with his thrusts are more dignified, even if the way Sakusa digs his fingertips into his lover's hair and squirms against the wall aren't.
When his cock brushes against the back of Ushijima's throat, an unexpected croon that forces its way out in an open-mouthed gasp. Though any attempt to silence himself can't silence the sounds he's already made, Sakusa covers his mouth, shoves in as deeply as he can manage, and spills.]
Wakatoshi-kun.
[It's choked out and immediately followed by a relieved keen. The grip he has on Ushijima tightens before it relaxes, and Sakusa practically slides down the wall as his knees bend from the pleasure of release. He catches himself before he slips too far down, and takes some moments to breath, only humming in response until he's caught his breath. It's only then that his hands begin to pet Ushijima fondly, grip as firm as his satisfaction.]
As always, you never fail to impress me.