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牛島 若利 Ushijima Wakatoshi ([personal profile] leftwinger) wrote2021-04-01 09:11 pm
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omiomi: (090 | cleaning)

[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-06 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Sakusa's gifts tend to be simple and direct: air fresheners for homes that smell, trash bags for homes that have lots of trash, pocket hankies for everybody else. To have put so much effort and have it be warmly accepted (for once) makes his heart skip a beat. There's a brief smile of appreciation and excitement, offer out before he can think about it:] I can show you how to do that later.

[If he hadn't had a curl of attraction before, that would have certainly done it. Yet Sakusa composes himself. He's here for a purpose, after all. (He may or may not steal another glance at Ushijima's apron before moving to the kitchen, but it's all completely necessary.)

The kitchen is just as pristine as the living room, and Sakusa beelines for the sink to wash his hands before opening and closing various drawers and cabinets without warning. He grunts softly, some more fond than others, as he rifles through Ushijima's things, determined to know what kind of person Ushijima is by the state of his kitchen. Finding it well stocked and organized, Sakusa makes little fuss about following directions.

He'd spent hours memorizing different hayashi rice recipes since they'd texted about it, so he knows exactly what to pull out, even if Ushijima hadn't clustered the ingredients together in his fridge. Sakusa's process is both methodical and efficient, sorting ingredients by when they're called for and also by which ones need to be prepared and which only need to be measured. He slides all the ingredients that need to be washed to Ushijima.]


Wash these too. I need to grab my apron so I can help you prepare.

[Like Ushijima, Sakusa also has a cooking apron. It's different than his cleaning apron, naturally, but there is something a little special about this one. He silently leaves and returns within a minute, and takes to rummaging the cabinets for the small mixing bowls and measuring spoons, as though his kappougi trimmed with ruffles at the leaves and hem is perfectly normal.

He only interacts with Ushijima when it's time to prepare the meat, elbowing him away from the sink to wash his hands again before he opens the meat.]


Do you have a recipe in mind?
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-06 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Sakusa had been open to cooking, just because it was with Ushijima. Most people weren't careful enough to rinse every speck of dirt off their own food, some not even knowing that rinsing the ingredients was an essential task. Sakusa nods approvingly of Ushijima's work, satisfied that he doesn't have to wrangle the vegetables out of Ushijima's hands and rinse them himself. Yet another reason Sakusa desired this man so.

Turning to his own task, he begins to assemble the measuring bowls and spoons.]


Okay, salt. How much?

[It's a simple question, so when there's no response, Sakusa casts a suspicious look to his boyfriend, and finally takes notice that.......the lemon is all ruined!]

Ugh, that needs to be redone. Here, give it to me.

[There are more important things than Ushijima's wide eyes or tightly-held fist. Namely, there are seeds in the bowl, and Sakusa knows for a fact that won't do. He disposes of the seeds and juice separately, and makes quick work of squeezing one of the spare lemons he brought into the bowl properly. Sakusa hands the bowl back, only to see that Ushijima's still staring. Sakusa's face remains neutral, eyebrows tilting into a confused pout instead of their usual glare.]

...What? I washed my hands already.
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-06 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
That's unlike you. You have to remain focused in the kitchen. It could be the difference between having five fingers or four.

[So he scolds, but...Sakusa cares. Ushijima is clearly in the middle of shaking off whatever has him acting strange, so he hovers over Ushijima's station as well, moving a bowl into place to catch the juice continuing to drip out of Ushijima's clenched fist. He also pulls out a cloth from his pocket and offers it to Ushijima. It has a ruffle that matches the apron along one edge.]

You're getting it everywhere. Use this.

['Use this,' Sakusa says, but he's the one patting Ushijima's hand dry with it, fingertips lingering just a second longer than strictly necessary. Once he's ensured Ushijima is capable of returning to his cooking duties again, Sakusa rinses his hands and turns back to the measuring bowls once again.]

I'll prepare the meat and vegetables. I like chopping stuff. It reminds me of spiking somehow.

[Maybe it's the repetitive motion or the forcefulness of it, but whatever the case, he likes it. He practically smiles while confiscating the onion and mushrooms, immediately setting to work. Sakusa starts with destemming the mushrooms and diligently slices them in even, steadfast motions. He knows his way around a knife, experienced hand ensuring the knife never slices too high and carefully resting his second knuckles against the flat blade so that he doesn't cut himself. He pauses after the mushrooms are cutting, pout back in full force as he watches Ushijima struggle with the meat and rice.]

Hmm. I expected you to be more competent.
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-06 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
The feeling I get in my hand is the same.

[Sakusa peels and minces the garlic next, saving the onion for last. He could manage the garlic with his eyes closed, so he steals a glance just to confirm how Ushijima is managing. He's still not looking at Sakusa...]

No, but... Are you feeling well?

[Not vocally, but Sakusa is truly becoming concerned. It's one thing for Ushijima to be off his game. It's another for Ushijima to act like a novice in his own kitchen.

Luckily for Ushijima, Sakusa starts on the onion. He turns on the kitchen fan before starting to cut, but a few tears still manage to pool through. Sakusa neither flinches nor blinks. He doesn't wipe his eyes either, since that would require washing his hands and he kind of needs them for this task. Now he's squinting and pouting. And sniffling.]
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-06 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[If nothing else, Sakusa's observant. Ushijima admitting he's distracted is no surprise, anybody could tell that, but that behavior only started when...

...Oh. Sakusa's attention shifts to his arms, where the ruffled sleeves end just above his wrists, and then to the laced neckline on his chest. He's never thought anything of it before; if anything, some might say it's what a housewife might wear.]


My apron? Really?

[His stare would be more judgmental, but that's kind of hard to manage when his tear ducts are watery and red. He sniffs.]
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-07 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't choose it for its looks, you know. These types of aprons are best for cooking, and this one had the best reviews.

[Perhaps for other reasons, now that Sakusa thinks about it... Personally, Sakusa could understand the appeal had it just been left at cute. The apron was objectively cute, after all, even he had to admit. But knowing that Ushijima's riled up from seeing him specifically in the apron... That fills him with equal parts pride and self-consciousness. His face mirrors the conflict plainly, obvious pout and thick blush at odds with each other.

Maybe it was a little too cute for somebody like him... Back when he'd purchased it, he'd thought something similar, but by now it was such a regular fixture in his life that the style no longer registered as anything out of the ordinary. Tilting his chin toward his boyfriend gives Sakusa time to think, and it comes with the added bonus of cleaning his face, which he couldn't do with messy hands anyway.

Since becoming a pair with Ushijima, he's slowly warmed up to being touched in new ways, but his eyelids remain sensitive and every time he blinks at the gentle petting, it makes his lashes bat up and down. He's grown comfortable with being this close to Ushijima, even pressing closer while careful to keep his dirty hands away.]


Thank you.

[Sakusa remains close after Ushijima's patted his eyes dry, though there's no reason to maintain the closeness. His half-lidded, dark eyes look Ushijima directly in the eye for what has to be a minute too long to be comfortable.]

Is this some kind of fetish? You haven't been able to look at me this entire time. It's just an apron, so there's nothing strange about it if you look...

[Because maybe, just maybe, he wants to be looked at. Especially now that he knows Ushijima likes it. He shifts in place just enough that the lace bunches up, one of the ruffles fluttering.]
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-08 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Now that Sakusa's all cleaned up, it confronts him with the indisputable sight of Ushijima's reservations beginning to crack: eyes flickering to catch the movement, his slow, heavy-chested inhales, and the careful selection of words. Anybody else might think Ushijima the stoic type, but Sakusa's always known how to focus on the details otherwise missed: the hungry twitch of a finger, the flare of a nostril... Sakusa watches Ushijima's restrained desire grow just as carefully as Ushijima had eyed his apron. Sakusa had welcomed the attention, but now that he's on the receiving end, he feels impatient, cheeks rosy with reluctance and flattery.]

...Okay, but don't laugh at me.

['Can you turn around for me, please?' could mean a number of things. On the most basic level, Sakusa could just turn his back to Ushijima to fulfill the request. But no, knowing that Ushijima is into the piece of clothing stirs Sakusa's playfulness as he takes a step back. It's a little too stiff to be sexy and obviously takes a great deal of effort for Sakusa, who is usually so lowkey in tone and expression, to twirl just once, enough for the sleeves and trim to catch some air and flutter. He strikes a pose when it settles, hands crossed over his lap like the polite image of a housewife greeting her husband after a hard day of work.]

Welcome home, dear. Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps...me?

[Actions, tone, expression. All of it is deadpan.]
omiomi: (032 | excited)

yessss

[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Never in his wildest dreams could Sakusa have ever imagined that a measly cooking apron could render Ushijima Wakatoshi, the Ushijima Wakatoshi, speechless and hard. The tent in his apron is answer enough to Sakusa's little quip, a very obvious option three. And if Sakusa's being honest, he's feeling it too.

No, he's not bursting out of his apron like Ushijima is about it, but Sakusa feels...sexy. Knowing that he's turning Ushijima on turns him on too, and all the attention to his girly apron suddenly makes it feel all the more taboo. Besides, he doesn't really have to put on an act when it comes to behaving like he lives solely to please Ushijima emotionally and physically.]


Yeah, but only because you like it.

[There's not an ounce of sarcasm in his tone; anybody could see how sincerely captivated by Sakusa's apron he was, and Sakusa was willing to indulge him. He closes the distance between them again, hands carefully placed on either shoulder before slipping up and over to rub at that broad backside. He places one off-center kiss just on the seam of Ushijima's lips, gentle and silent, as his hands drop lower, fingertips pushing and pulling in comfortingly. He does his best to recreate the sense conveyed in TV scenes when a wife comforts her husband in her embrace, but affectionate and romantic are qualities at odds with his usual behaviors.

Sakusa tucks himself close enough to rest his face in the crook of Ushijima's neck and shoulder, lips resting as gently against his Adam's apple as they had against his lips. Meanwhile, one hand drags around Ushijima's hip while the other keeps venturing lower. By the way his hand silently rests against the mound, it's clear he won't be cooking again, not for awhile.]


I could give you a back rub...or this. [He gropes Ushijima's erection shamelessly.] Which do you prefer, darling?
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-09 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[A simple word, 'dear,' is all it takes for Sakusa's posture to shift from a slouch to upright, eyes going wide. His entire body stills but resumes not a moment later, like a physically hiccup. With a single pet name, Sakusa completely, utterly, and thoroughly understands the appeal of the fantasy.

'Handsy,' Sakusa thinks to himself, with no small amount of pride. It's not like Sakusa isn't just as hands-on, rubbing his firm grip steadily thumbing over Ushijima's apron in a promise of what's to come, though it's difficult to maintain composure with all the force of Ushijima pulling him closer and clawing at the same places he'd left red welts not a week ago. Sakusa squirms as the dull ache mixes with new want, every little shift brushing the ribbons' ends over Ushijima's arms.

He hadn't planned on the roleplay seducing himself, but Sakusa quickly imagines and loses himself in a fantasy that places him on his knees and between his lover's thighs. Though it's not something they've tried before, Sakusa would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in it. Ever since the first time he held Ushijima's cock in his hand, he'd wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, and what was more housewifely than pleasuring one's husband? Sakusa doesn't require convincing.]


You work so hard... Isn't it about time you relaxed? Let me take care of you.

[Giving nothing less than his all even in this housewife act, Sakusa's usual monotone is laced with a hint of coyness and a pinch of a fluster. The words taste foreign in his mouth yet there's no way he'd give the act up now, not with Ushijima kneading his ass and his own mouth drooling in want.

Pulling away is unfortunate, but it's necessary for what Sakusa intends. He gently hooks a hand around Ushijima's wrist to lead him to the dining table and then ushers Ushijima into the seat. It's also going to be necessary to get that apron out of the way, no matter how cute Sakusa finds Ushijima in it. He wastes no time unfastening the apron and removing it from Ushijima, folding it neatly and placing it on the table; that part very well might not be part of the play, Sakusa naturally inclined to tidiness. He does, however, exaggerate his gestures, making certain his ruffles flounce.

With the apron that had been hiding that delicious lump out of the way, Sakusa drops into seiza, pries Ushijima's knees apart, and scoots into the newly opened space. Sakusa unzips Ushijima's fly, careful to keep the apron on display while he leans forward and hooks his fingers inside the band. He wants nothing more than to yank his waistband down and the rest of his pants along with it, but the fantasy calls for asking for permission. And so Sakusa looks up through his black eyelashes, not even properly lifting his face, and his pout tells Ushijima he won't take, 'no,' as an answer to this next question. He'll just have to make it so that, 'no,' isn't an option.]


May I, goshujinsama?
omiomi: (029 | neutral)

[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-10 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[There it is, 'dear' again. Sakusa grins to himself at the pet name while petting Ushijima through his underwear. It'd be so easy to be quick about this, but that doesn't fit into the roleplay. No, he needs to take it slow, really indulge the man in front of him, who was just as perfect as the fantasy and deserved every part of it.

Sakusa's long fingers slip into the waistband and follow the length down to his balls, where he cups them and begins petting the soft pair. His free hand eagerly twitches as he finally pulls down the waistbands, and Sakusa stares when Ushijima's cock bobs free off its confines right at his eye level. It smells amazing and looks even better. He can't wait to suck it...]


I've waited a long time for this.

[He admits it in the same tone he'd been using all along, but this remark is sincere. Since he'd had the cock inside of him, he had touched himself, fantasized, and, hell, dreamed about sucking it. He smiles at it, then smiles back at Ushijima, pressing the cock against the softest part of his cheek and then turn turning to place three open-mouthed kisses as his lips drag up the cock.

Sakusa connects his forefinger and thumb around Ushijima's balls and gently tugs at them just as he lavishes more kisses on the treat in front of his face. His first kisses are chaste and sweet, like the little pecks usually pressed into Ushijima's cheeks. The hand that had pulled down his clothes begins to knead into a thigh, grip becoming firmer at the same time those kisses take a sloppier turn.

Sakusa takes only the head into his mouth to keep it in place while lapping at the precum dribbling down the slit. Some of it continues to leak out the side of Sakusa's lips, mixed with drool of his own, but Sakusa licks that dry as well, then licks his lips clean in a manner that isn't entirely just for show. He's always liked bitter and salty, after all. Up to this point, his focus had been entirely on Ushijima's cock, but now he looks up again, hugging his cheek against the head of his cock.]


Mm... You taste good. [Sakusa's confession makes his own cheeks flush. Right, this is supposed to be play.] Honey.
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[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-12 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Mmf.

[Ushijima thrusting into his mouth takes him by surprise, but more surprisingly than that...Sakusa likes it. He closes his eyes and hums into the thrust, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll back and his mouth sinks deeper. It's the combination of the name, baby, and Ushijima unable to control himself.

Baby. It's odd, since such a soft, cute nickname is such an unsuitable thing for a man like Sakusa, who is more bone than muscle, and what muscle he has is firm and sinewy, not like the plush muscles Ushijima's sculpted. Yet hearing it fall from Ushijima's mouth heats Sakusa's cheeks and spurs on his desire to swallow Ushijima whole.

When he looks up, Ushijima is covering his face, and that simply won't do. He pulls off to snap, and a filmy line of saliva sticks to his bottom lip, still connecting it to Ushijima's cock.]


Hey. Look at me.

[Watching started this whole thing, so Sakusa can't help but feel like it's a waste if Ushijima doesn't do just that. Besides, his pride won't stand for it. He'd been acting his part of the cute housewife, and damn it if he doesn't give Ushijima a sight worth watching. His brows narrow as he gets to work again, this time sticking out his tongue and kitten licking along the slit before taking his cock back into his mouth.

Sakusa hollows out his cheeks and that's the only indication he gives before swallowing down as much length as he can manage. He maintains eye contact while sinking down the length, tongue flat against the underside and tracing the veins. Another 'mmmf,' is joined by a sloppy, wet pop as he begins bobbing his head up and down.

'So big,' Sakusa thinks, pleased, but his thoughts come out as a garbled 'hhh-hmmf.' The vibrations from his throat rouse Ushijima's cock, which in turn prompts Sakusa's hips to squirm in the seiza. His own breathing picks up, even though it's not his cock getting coated in saliva and enthusiasm, and his hand finally slips up from Ushijima's balls to the soft pubic hairs, where he digs and strokes where his mouth can't reach.

He breathes carefully and pulls off with a slurp, letting his hand take over for his mouth in the meantime. There's no coyness or show this time, Sakusa's tone hoarse and demanding. It's clear from his tone alone that he doesn't intend to keep his mouth empty for long.]


In my mouth or on my face?
omiomi: (011 | excited)

[personal profile] omiomi 2021-04-13 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Nng!

[The first time Ushijima's cock pushes into his throat, Sakusa nearly gags. He tears up immediately, but swallows upon contact, pushing through on effort alone. It's an intoxicatingly delightful burn, and one that is over before it begins.

It's beautiful, watching Ushijima come undone for him like this. He's a man so sincere that there's no other way to interpret his choked moans, his trembling thighs, his knuckle-white grip. Sakusa smirks while drinking it all in, not out of some sense of felling the infallible Ushijima, but from knowing that every delicious squirm and heave is his doing. He's accomplishing what he set out to do, and that is, for the first time perhaps ever, topped only by the sight before him.]


Of course, dear. Whatever you want.

[Sakusa kisses the leaking tip of Ushijima's cock as sweetly as he'd peck his cheek, and ensconces the head with his lips for a final time. Carefully tucking his teeth beneath his lips, Sakusa nods up and down the shaft, devouring Ushijima's cock in two deep inhales and tonguing at the bumps and ridges in tickle-soft strokes. He doesn't intend to stop until Ushijima's screaming his name this time.

Ushijima's trembling is so intense that Sakusa has to hold him down with both hands. His strength as a spiker proves an unexpected asset as he's barely able to restrain Ushijima from the waist down, and even then Ushijima's movements are spirited enough to jostle Sakusa's mouth and shoulders. Sakusa likes it better like that, the challenge of taking Ushijima apart enough to roll his eyes into his skull and make his hips jerk.

Sakusa's normally so controlled and precise, but he loses himself in his and Ushijima's body shivering as one, tongue sloppily swirling, rolling, and flicking as he tries to suck an orgasm out of his lover. He looks up through thick, dark eyelashes, eyes hooded in a lustful look that's equally focused and dazed. Ushijima looks, feels, and tastes so perfect like this, hot and hard in his mouth. He moans around it again, swallowing to hug all its width in his velvety soft heat.

It's not long before Sakusa sinks himself far enough for Ushijima's cock to push into his throat again, but this time he's more prepared, familiar with his own pace and the rhythm of Ushijima's hips fucking into his mouth. It's welcome, even, and so Sakusa closes his eyes, relaxes his jaw, and lets Ushijima fuck his face. He swallows along the girth diligently, little grunts of, "mmh, mmh, mmh!" barely sealing the spittle and precum drooling between his lips and down Ushijima's cock.

It should be impossible for Ushijima to get any thicker, yet his penis throbs in his mouth and Sakusa moans around it. He's close, Sakusa can tell. Their bodies rock in tandem at every thrust pushes against the back of his throat, and Sakusa swallows each and every time. He has to hold his boyfriend by his thighs just to keep his head in place, but the inertia of his movement keeps ruffling up the apron as Sakusa lets himself get face fucked. With Ushijima begging so beautifully with his words and body, Sakusa would be willing to give him anything.

Sakusa's moans grow erratic and loud as his mouth fills with the first taste of actual cum. It's alkaline and sharp, something that Sakusa revels in for its pristineness. The burn is intense, but nothing that Sakusa can't manage, especially when the cum starts pouring into his mouth as Ushijima roars beneath, above, and all around him. Sakusa holds him in place to drink him down, determined not to let even the smallest drip slip away from him. He sucks and sucks until Ushijima's thighs settle beneath him, and then he sucks again.

Sakusa pauses, breathes through his nose for a few minutes, and swallows down the remaining, sucking as he pulls off and then licking any residue off the shaft. He licks his own lips next, a small, "mmm," escaping him before he pets Ushijima's cock, gives it a kiss, and then tucks him back in with a zip. Sakusa remains kneeling between Ushijima's legs, leaning his sore jaw on one of those thighs, his voice mingled with a satisfied hum.]


Did you enjoy yourself, Wakatoshi?

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