domesticity with ushijima is such a turn on. specially because he doesn't seem like the type of guy at all. but surprisingly ever since you moved in with your career driven boyfriend, you can't help but notice certain things like
the way you both brush your teeth at the same tiny bathroom sink even though he knows both of you can't fit in there. or the way he silently replaces your favorite shampoo before it runs out and how he pushes the grocery cart while you lean over the handlebar and toss things in, his hand finding the small of your back as you debate between pasta sauces in aisle four, and how he has to duck his head to kiss you good morning because he forgot to duck through the bedroom doorway again. he definately lets you steal the warm spot in bed when he gets up at dawn and then crawls back in just to press his cold feet against your calves and listen to you yelp.
and he'd definitely study your body like it's his second career - learning exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure, exactly when you're close. and when he's inside you, when he's being rougher, his hands don't grab your throat or your wrists like you expect from a man his size - no, his hands find the headboard, white knuckling the wood, muscles in his arms trembling with restraint because he's terrified of hurting you, because he's so much bigger and he knows it, because he'd rather splinter the bedframe than bruise your hips, and after, when you're shaking and boneless, he cleans you up with a warm washcloth with the same focus he gives his spreadsheets, brings you water, pulls you against his chest. oh it turns you on so bad. ♡