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[leftwinger]

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[leftwinger]

[And while Sakusa internally debates on whether he should kiss him or not, Wakatoshi keeps his hand locked around Sakusa's cock with a strength that varies from loose and barely there to firm and greedy, never an in-between. When Sakusa's lips make first contact with his, he sighs out a pleased yes before he responds. Chaste and gentle at first, and slow, always slow, before he allows zeal to guide him.

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.

[omiomi]

Yeah? Then don't mind this.

[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.]