[Sakusa recognizes that shudder. He'd trained himself to memorize it ever since he saw it, naked and tangled up in his lover's body, the first time. So Ushijima could make expressions like this out of bed as well... Sakusa files that fact away, a tight, growing smirk barely tugging the edges of his lips upward as his foot delicately slots into place. At this angle, the arch of his heel perfectly rests on the bulge between Ushijima's thighs, which he experimentally pirouettes his heel into.
Sakusa reaches out for his wine and takes a sip, placing it back on a coaster with a motion that's slightly too stiff to be perfectly at ease.]
There are people out there who would like seeing how you squirm beneath them. I can think of a few.
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Sakusa reaches out for his wine and takes a sip, placing it back on a coaster with a motion that's slightly too stiff to be perfectly at ease.]
There are people out there who would like seeing how you squirm beneath them. I can think of a few.