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From the moment they met, it was well known that Tendou was the more… adventurous of the two. He would be the one to jump off the heights of the playground, to pick up the bugs or animals that no one else would go near, who stood up to bullies and talked back to teachers and came up with the craziest plays on the court. Ushijima has always been the more… rigid. He likes his routines, he likes his structure. He likes knowing exactly how things will pan out without any room for error, for surprises. In a way, they’re the polar opposites of one another. Tendou is loud and personable, able to enjoy any social gathering and try new things—and oftentimes is surprisingly good at it. Ushijima however, he’s quiet and stoic. There’s very few social interactions that he’ll actively want to attend, and he doesn’t step into anything new without careful consideration and study beforehand.
Their entire relationship has been like that: Satori the carefree, and Wakatoshi the careful.
It’s probably why they work so well together.
Ushijima draws out some of the calmer, more stable side of Tendou. He’s the one who convinced him that going to sleep at 10pm one night, 4am the next and 3pm the night after isn’t healthy— nor is it sustainable. The importance of three meals a day, of drinking enough water, the benefits of meditation and routine. On the other hand, Wakatoshi probably wouldn’t have ever left the comfort and familiarity of the Miyagi Prefecture if it wasn’t for Tendou cheering him on at every single step. He’s the one who encourages him to take daring chances, to eat breakfast food for dinner, to dress up in crazy outfits and do crazy things.
Without him, Wakatoshi knows that his life would be safe and comfortable. But with him, it’s exciting and vibrant. And having him by his side means that Satori’s volatile instincts are contained and cared for, nurtured in a way that gives his life purpose and meaning.
To say that they’re in love would be putting it simply.
They have something special, and it’s something that works. When you’ve been together as long as they have— their entire lives really, if you consider the first time they met when they were both still swaddled in diapers. They grew up as friends, grew closer as teammates, grew into lovers and nurtured a loving, caring relationship the entire way. They’ve shared so many moments together, so many milestones. First loves and first dates and first kisses and first times. Wakatoshi is nothing but an attentive lover, one who oftentimes forgo his own pleasure in order to make sure that Satori is very well taken care of. He knows him inside and out, all of the things that make his toes curl and his eyes roll back.
The flashbacks from their sex life are almost as good as the real thing, and Satori suffers from them on a daily basis. He’s suffering from one right now, as he’s out and about running errands. There isn’t much left to do on his list, so maybe when he gets home he’ll be able to convince Waka to crack his back like a glowstick. But as he walks towards the train station, he’s drawn into a cute little spa by a sale: an amazing price for a manicure, facial, pedicure and an hour-long massage.
When Tendou steps out of the building two hours later, skin glowing and heart full, he’s ready to go home and see the person he loves most. He —quite literally— skips his way back home. It’s a cool summer evening. There’s a nice breeze washing away the stickiness of earlier in the day, the bustling of the city a welcome background to his happy mood.
Ushijima’s likely already cooking dinner, though from the time he knows it’s not quite ready. He can even smell the food from the open window to their home, unlocking the door with a smile and stepping inside. He takes off his shoes, places his things in genkan and goes to the kitchen to give his husband a big hug from behind. He’s a head smaller than Waka, so his arms don’t even wrap around. But it doesn’t make a difference, because the only time it matters is when Waka’s hands squeeze and touch around Satori’s tiny waist.
Wakatoshi smells like leather and cedar. It’s partially the scent in the air, partially his body wash. He must’ve showered already for the evening, given how fresh it is on his skin. Satori takes comfort in the crisp, cleanliness of it.
“Hello love,” Waka rumbles, and Satori swears he can feel vibrate from the man’s chest, traveling through their skin to deep in his own bones. “How was your day?”
“Wonderful~” Tendou squeezes his arms in the hug, “I found a nice spa, if you ever want to go. They did the whole nine yards, and I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long while.”
Ushijima chuckles, deep and pleased, “I’m glad to hear it; dinner won’t be ready for a bit, do you want to watch something? I’ve got time for an episode while it rests.” Satori nods immediately, grabbing the drink that was ready and waiting for him —Waka really does think of everything— and plopping down on the couch. Not even five minutes later, his husband comes to join him and Satori throws his feet right into his lap.
“You’ll never believe what I saw earlier,” Satori begins; once he starts he doesn’t stop. It’s a story from the morning when he was out shopping, but soon it turns into an accounting of every single thing that happened to him that day. Wakatoshi nods quietly for the first couple minutes, half-listening and half-concentrating on finding a show. Satori’s stream of words is steady, but the way he talks is never boring. There’s expressive moments and deadpan stares, Satori recounting every passing thought as if it was the most important thing he shares.
It’s why Wakatoshi could listen to him for hours on end.
When they were younger, when they would spend hours together talking about anything and everything —except for what they meant to each other— Satori would read aloud to him. It didn’t matter what it would be about either: studying for classes, some trashy tabloid article, any of his favorite tweets from the timeline, passages from a novel, who knows. Yet sooner rather than later, the words on the page were exchanged for Tendou’s thoughts, Ushijima’s responses, and eventually their shared feelings. But even now, after more than a decade together, one of them just talks and the other just listens.
Except tonight, Wakatoshi is a little distracted.
It’s not by the show on the television— honestly, he hadn’t even picked anything so the TV had decided for them. It’s not by Satori’s story either, one about the giant dog he had met in the park. He’s less focused on either of those things because he’s favoring a different, third thing.
It’s by Satori’s legs in his lap. More specifically, by his feet.
Satori’s gone to spas before, sure. He’s had facials and massages and manicures— he’s even convinced Wakatoshi to go together a couple of times. But getting a pedicure is something new and exciting.
And Wakatoshi would be an idiot if he tried to say that Satori’s feet didn’t look fucking amazing.
He’s just never considered the idea that feet could be anything but just… feet. They’re necessary and normal, but there’s nothing noteworthy about feet. Usually there isn’t. But right now, he’s thinking about how Satori’s feet look… sexy. Gorgeous even. Slim and strong, just like the man they’re attached to, and the color of his set is a warm, olive green; something deeply personal, matching almost perfectly with Wakatoshi’s hair. It contrasts wonderfully with his pale skin, which is warm and smooth and blissfully soft, moisturized well and still smelling faintly of lavender.
Wakatoshi keeps one arm resting on Satori’s knees, the other on the arm of the couch, and he tries to will away the thoughts that are creeping into his head. But that’s easier said than done, especially when the cause for all of those thoughts is wildly close at hand.
When Tendou shifts, his heel brushes against Ushijima’s crotch and the man can’t help the gasp that escapes.
“Waka? You okay big guy?” A careful glance shows that Satori’s eyebrows are knitted in concern, having stopped his story about the miserable uber driver at hearing his husband gasp. Wakatoshi nods slowly, taking in a breath and ignoring the blood rushing downwards.
“I’m alright, please– continue.”
Satori doesn’t look convinced, but he slowly falls back into his story.
And at the same time, Wakatoshi’s focus returns to the feet in his lap.
Satori’s never been one who was able to sit still. He’ll fidget and fret, pacing or bouncing a leg or fussing with something. It shows even now, as his hands drum in his lap and his legs spread and scratch and slide into place all while he’s talking. Wakatoshi would usually pay no mind to these things, but right now every single movement seems like the most important thing that he’s been blessed to see. He becomes enamored with the way Satori’s muscles flex and curl, with the way the pretty olive color on his toenails flashes in the low light, with how his feet are so soft and smooth. He always touches Satori casually at any moment of the day— a hand on the small of his back, running fingers through his hair or across his skin, and more. Physical touch is one of his love languages, and with Satori it comes out quite clearly. And right now, he’s been paying quite rapt attention to his husband’s feet.
And Satori certainly takes note of it.
“Waka…” he offers, and Wakatoshi realizes that it’s been silent for a good five minutes, “You see something you like, don’t you?”
He swallows.
“I do. It’s the pedicure… the color is gorgeous, and your skin feels very nice.”
Satori lets out a noise akin to a purr, and he slides his foot a little higher. It presses at Wakatoshi’s inner thighs, and the bigger man is powerless to the way his legs just fall open. Satori has always had that kind of effect on him, so it’s no surprise. His feet continue their path, pressing into the bulge of his cock that shows through Wakatoshi’s gray sweats. It’s paired with a sly grin as Satori leans forwards, increasing pressure and giggling slightly when he feels Wakatoshi’s dick twitch in response.
“I’m glad you like it~ I almost didn’t get one, but now that I know you like it so much…” Satori’s toes slide up and down his rapidly-filling cock, “I think I’ll have to get them more often. Would you like that?”
Wakatoshi swallows heavily, eyes glued to where Satori’s feet are moving.
“Y-yes… I– I think I’d like that a lot.”
Satori grins real wide, his foot coming up to hook at the waistband of Wakatoshi’s sweats and begin to pull them down. The bigger man doesn’t waste any time in helping, quickly lifting his hips and pulling his sweats down in one movement. There’s pre pooling at the tip already, a little string of it connected to the inside of the sweatpants. When they’re pulled down to his knees, Wakatoshi settles back down to the couch and lets out a shaky breath when his cock slaps down against his stomach, hard and heavy.
“No underwear Waka? How lewd of you~” He replaces his feet into his lap, pressing the ball of one foot into the tip and using his toes to massage gently all over Wakatoshi’s balls with the other. They’re both wildly eager and interested in this new development: Waka got so hard so quickly that he feels lightheaded, and Satori’s already so wet that he wouldn’t be surprised if he leaks through his white shorts. He bites his lip and keeps stroking up and down Wakatoshi’s cock, helping it to stand up straight. There’s plenty of lube from all the pre leaking out— when Satori think’s he needs some more, he just reaches in his shorts, coats his fingers with his own juices, and uses that to add to the slick mess.
“ F-fuck baby …” Ushijima can’t watch anymore, for fear of him blowing his load within five minutes like some sort of teenager. His head falls back against the cushions of the couch, a hand coming up so he can bite his fist and swallow down his moans as Tendou strokes become faster, more insistent. His skin is so soft along his cock, freshly scrubbed and buffed and pampered. Even so, there’s still strength there in a completely different way from when it’s Tendou’s hands or hole wrapped around his cock. Maybe that’s part of it, maybe it’s the fact that it's something so new, so strange that makes it feel so goddamn good . He’s panting heavily now, his hand gripping the cushions as he moans loudly. Tendou loves it when his husband makes noises while they fuck— says that it’s because his voice is so deep and sexy, especially more so when he’s feeling good. So he doesn’t hide his sounds now; he makes sure Tendou knows just how good it feels.
His feet stroke up and down his cock eagerly, squelching lewdly with every movement. Satori will let his toes dance around the tip, press hard and fast along the shaft, massage his balls and more with such skill that Wakatoshi wonders how they’ve never done anything like this before. He opens his eyes when he feels Satori’s hands wrap around his bicep (he needs both so his fingertips touch) and feels his arm being guided down, trailing its way up Satori’s smooth thighs and being pushed underneath his shorts. Wakatoshi catches on quickly— the small part of his brain that isn’t focus on how his orgasm is fast approaching is dedicated to slipping two fingers to wrap around Satori’s cock, jerking and rubbing along his most sensitive bits with the same eagerness that Satori’s shown him. There’s so much wetness there that Wakatoshi can nearly feel it gushing out, using that to his advantage to make his movements quicker and more streamlined. He knows he can’t last much longer, not with the way that Satori’s feet are all but bullying his cock right now, so he switches from jerking along Satori’s to slipping two fingers deep inside his pussy, using his thumb to press hard against his cock and rub at it meanly. They both keep going, jerking and stroking hands and feet, curling toes and fingers, moaning mouths and panting breaths until it’s Wakatoshi who cums first, who swears heavily underneath his breath and presses his fingers hard into Satori’s sweet spot. He cums right afterwards, crying out those pretty little moans as his body jerks and shakes, pressing his toes all along Wakatoshi’s spurting cock until they’re covered in the pearly white ropes.
They continue to stroke each other slow and steady as always, riding out the last waves of their orgasms gently. Satori is the first to laugh, a light pealing sound that makes Wakatoshi’s heart fill with all the love in the world. He slips his hand out from his shorts and moves to pull it back, but Satori catches his wrist first and brings the fingers up to lick them clean. Satori maintains eye contact the entire time, eyes promising that this isn’t the end, but Wakatoshi’s not going to let him have all the fun. He uses his other hand to wrap around Satori’s ankle, bringing one of his feet up and admiring how his toes look even prettier now that they’re covered in cum. And just like Satori did with his fingers, Wakatoshi wraps his lips around Satori’s toes and lets out a pleased hum as he starts to clean them off.
Next time Satori goes to get a pedicure, he’ll be sure to make extended plans for their evening.