牛島 若利 Ushijima Wakatoshi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leftwinger) wrote2021-04-01 09:11 pm
leftwinger) wrote2021-04-01 09:11 pm
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Open post [ACTION]
For action/prose. For epistolary and texts, there's another post for that.
For action/prose. For epistolary and texts, there's another post for that.
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As he squirms around in his slumped, seated position and tries to regain basic motor skills -- that orgasm was too much too quick, apparently -- Wakatoshi allows his hand to continue petting Sakusa's cheek, the fingers caressing against the blemish-free skin and curling around the curve of his jaw with care and affection. Like he imagines a husband would to his doting wife. It's a sweet and heartwarming moment.
So, of course, Sakusa takes that opportunity to deposit himself right onto Wakatoshi's lap. It's not abrupt or surprising, but it does make him grunt out loud. Sakusa is lighter than he is, sure, but he's no waif, and Wakatoshi just came...
Instinctively and without a second thought, his large hands come up to Sakusa's waist, then trails down to the hem of the apron where they rub admiringly against the ruffles and fabric. It's of good quality, probably wouldn't rip unless Wakatoshi really tried; probably expensive, too. He wonders if Sakusa had purchased this for practicality or if he'd been curious enough to try something new with it on. Knowing him, it was simply to avoid getting the clothes beneath it dirty. Even so, it's worth every yen.
He sighs through barely parted lips as Sakusa guides his hand without protest. There's the unmistakeable bulge and his fingers wrap around it as best they can beneath the warmth of the apron's fabric, offering it a firm squeeze, plump and hot, against the calluses of his left hand.
His head tips back just enough so that he can peer through his lashes, trying to make eye contact with Sakusa.]
...kiss me.
[Rather than take what he wants, he waits for Sakusa to make the move. Somehow, he doubts Sakusa will -- he's even betting on the rejection. Kissing after swallowing every drop of someone's cum isn't exactly commonplace. It might even seem dirty. Wakatoshi doesn't mind, but he's curious...]
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Sakusa slips the hand from the apron to properly feel up his man, murmuring quietly as he cuddles closer. Ushijima is comfortable to begin with, so it doesn't take long to get cozy and even less to respond to the warm, firm touching between his legs. His breath hitches while he massages that broad chest, acting just as much the part of spoiling the husband as it is him feeling up his boyfriend.
When Ushijima asks for the kiss... Sakusa stills. His instinct is to say no, of course. But this is Ushijima asking and if he's staying true to the role, he shouldn't refuse... So Sakusa might willing to entertain it. Still needs to properly remind Ushijima of the facts.]
Your penis was just in my mouth. I don't need to remind you that I swallowed.
['My mouth is gross,' in other words.]
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[Fantasy or not, if Sakusa doesn't seem keen or simply doesn't want something, then Wakatoshi won't push for it. There are plenty of other ways to enjoy him, after all. Case in point: the way Sakusa's dick pulses beneath his fingers as he strokes him, none too gently, beneath the skirt of the apron, from root to tip; the way Sakusa tries desperately not to moan and breathes out hard against the heated, flush skin of Wakatoshi's neck.]
...if you do not want to, I wouldn't be offended. You're right, after all.
[He doesn't think Sakusa's mouth is gross. In fact, the words 'Sakusa' and 'gross' don't belong in the same sentence, unless said sentence is something to the effect of Sakusa is never gross.]
As long as I'm able to keep doing this...
[And by this Wakatoshi means jerking him off. Pretty tame compared to what they were just up to, but the fact that he's doing it beneath an apron skirt makes it a little more scandalous than it otherwise would be. His thumb circles the leaking head of Sakusa's cock, smearing the pre around then using it to slick his fingers up.]
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Had he said no, it wouldn't have been such a significant moment, and for a second, Sakusa's mouth is open with, 'shame on you, that's gross,' ready to fall out his lips. The words get choked as his hips stutter into Ushijima's hand, what he was said replaced with an involuntary moan. It's Ushijima being sweet, offering him a blameless opportunity to opt out; it's the shameful and earnest way he agrees that yes, it is gross but had asked for it anyway; and it's his exclusive focus on Sakusa's pleasure, like he knows exactly how to take him apart best moment-by-moment.
The moan turns into an annoyed scoff, directed at himself for turning into putty just from Ushijima's honesty and respect. Besides, he can't think straight when Ushijima holds his cock like something precious. Sakusa's cock jumps within its confines.
It would be safe to kiss Ushijima. More than that, in this moment, Sakusa wants to kiss his stupidly respectful words right out of his mouth. He'd want to suck his dick too, if his jaw hadn't been sore from doing just that.]
If it's what my dearest wants, then...
[He slides his palms to rest on Ushijima's shoulders, tilts his chin a little, and pauses. He remains wordless, but his cheeks heating up fills the silence. As silly as he knows it to be, he has all the butterflies in his stomach of a first kiss. It's not their first kiss by far, but this one is a first of sorts. Normally he'd roll his eyes at such things, yet Sakusa puckers up with a shy smile.
It's like their first kiss: a little off-center, slightly breathless, and too intentional. At the same time, it's all new; Sakusa knows to part his lips in that way they both like, and he takes it a lot slower, letting his lips linger and drag between breaths. He knows to follow up long kisses with a few short ones now, and the novelty of a first-time paired with fond experience has Sakusa squirming in Ushijima's lap just as impatiently as the first time Ushijima had kissed him until he was hard, breathless, and wanting.
When he finally pulls away, his pout is demure but sated. The blush has overtaken every part of his face, but the look in his eye is focused. A line of saliva shared between him dribbles down his lip until his tongue swipes at it.]
Do I taste like you?
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Mouth parting, his tongue can't help a teasing sweep inside the other's, sighing softly when the taste of something warm and slightly salty hits his tastebuds. Ah, so this is what I taste like for someone else... -- his own taste isn't exactly foreign to him, thanks to some eager experimentation on his part during his teen years. But it's different when shared with someone else. Enticing, even.
The sighs turn into a moan when more and more of his own flavor hits him, just as Sakusa begins to rock his hips, prompting Wakatoshi to palm at his ass with his free hand, greedily squeezing and kneading over the bunched-up fabric of the apron.]
Mmn...
[Pulling back and breathing out through his mouth, the air between them so humid now, his other hand still maintains its hold over Sakusa's dick, stroking and pulling him with wanton fervor.]
...tastes better with you.
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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.]