[Whatever happened the previous night involved only a dress up and heels. The clothes probably suffered because they were ten sizes smaller than him, leaving Bokuto naked, and heels are gone now. But he does think he's in the control, especially if Sakusa gets riled up with just words. He bites his lip when the mouth and teeth travel over his neck and he can't help but tilt his head to watch Sakusa's mouth work over his skin when fingers get buried in his hair.
Should he rip them off? The underwear... it would be very easy for him, but Sakusa might get angry for ruining his clothes. So, for now, he just tugs them down a bit, over the hips, and past his ass. But whether the guy likes it or no, he gets nudged towards the bed (honestly Bokuto wanted to just pick him up and drop him), making him sit down, as he crouches to take off the underwear all the way and tossing them aside.]
And... what did you fantasize about? [He smirks up at him from where he's crouching, fingers digging into the hips and sliding to the lower back, while Bokuto runs his mouth and teeth over Sakusa's taut stomach and abs. He doesn't intend to move lower until he hears answer.]
The feeling of touch is a conflicting experience. He’s split between how much his body reels into pleasure, of Bokuto’s calloused hands exploring him, and at the same time keeping at bay how terrifying it is to be sharing so much contact. He can still taste his flesh, he knows that Bokuto is clean, he’s seen evidence of a perfectly dripping body rise from his bathtub. He wants him here, and yet he can’t help a frown once he’s sitting on the bed with Bokuto between his legs.
He involuntarily sucks his stomach in and takes a deep breath, and a wave of goosebumps surge through him. He likes how hot Bokuto’s mouth feels, but he keeps a firm grasp over his shoulder. His mind strays back to the pictures he received, he uses them to keep himself grounded, so he can last a while longer in such a blissful moment.
“Fucking your thighs, leaving your ass so sore you’ll complain for a week, that’s what I would have wanted,” he wants to push him lower, but instead his fingers steadily curl in a way that makes his nails leave crescents on his skin. “The way the water ran down your legs, it made me want to lick it off, and suck it, and taste you.”
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Should he rip them off? The underwear... it would be very easy for him, but Sakusa might get angry for ruining his clothes. So, for now, he just tugs them down a bit, over the hips, and past his ass. But whether the guy likes it or no, he gets nudged towards the bed (honestly Bokuto wanted to just pick him up and drop him), making him sit down, as he crouches to take off the underwear all the way and tossing them aside.]
And... what did you fantasize about? [He smirks up at him from where he's crouching, fingers digging into the hips and sliding to the lower back, while Bokuto runs his mouth and teeth over Sakusa's taut stomach and abs. He doesn't intend to move lower until he hears answer.]
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The feeling of touch is a conflicting experience. He’s split between how much his body reels into pleasure, of Bokuto’s calloused hands exploring him, and at the same time keeping at bay how terrifying it is to be sharing so much contact. He can still taste his flesh, he knows that Bokuto is clean, he’s seen evidence of a perfectly dripping body rise from his bathtub. He wants him here, and yet he can’t help a frown once he’s sitting on the bed with Bokuto between his legs.
He involuntarily sucks his stomach in and takes a deep breath, and a wave of goosebumps surge through him. He likes how hot Bokuto’s mouth feels, but he keeps a firm grasp over his shoulder. His mind strays back to the pictures he received, he uses them to keep himself grounded, so he can last a while longer in such a blissful moment.
“Fucking your thighs, leaving your ass so sore you’ll complain for a week, that’s what I would have wanted,” he wants to push him lower, but instead his fingers steadily curl in a way that makes his nails leave crescents on his skin. “The way the water ran down your legs, it made me want to lick it off, and suck it, and taste you.”