#selfship stuff

ventier stuff under cut

something something satori murmuring the filthy dreams he had whilst his voice is still rough and husky from sleep

something something satori telling me how good dream donna was and teasingly asking if I’ll be just as good whilst sliding inside on a groan

something something satori holding me by the hip and jaw so the angle hits just the right depth that makes my legs kick up between his

“You know when you like someone so much it makes you wanna peel off your skin?” Satori asks in a sudden burst, his long limbs a jumble of activity.

Ushijima eyes him and without blinking, replies. “No.”

“Cmon, man. You’ve liked people before.”

“Well, yes, of course. But I’ve never wanted to peel my own skin, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“It’s like a metaphor or whatever, Ushijima…”

“I don’t think that it is, but go on.”

In a fluid movement he rolls the whites of chef’s jacket sleeves up before leaning onto the kitchen counter and hoisting himself up to sit. His hair is growing out from the buzzcut style he favoured for a year or two, the flaming red burning hot against all the white and stainless steel.

He sighs, chest slumping inwards then suddenly out again as if a fresh gust of wind fills his sail.

“Ah… I think she likes me too but what if I’m wrong? What if she’s just being friendly? I could totally be misreading her cues and… wow… what a car crash that would be.”

“She likes you.” It’s automatic because of course it is. Fact is fact, and if Ushijima is one thing, it’s that he takes the obvious for exactly that.

“Huh? I haven’t even said who it is!”