[There it goes, the thing within his chest that flutters about like hot kernels on a stove, burning him from within. Gintoki's touch burns, and though Sakamoto doesn't turn to look at the pale bicep that's brushing against his own skin, he can feel it, but doesn't let that show on his face just yet.
Instead, he takes his thumb and brushes it over Gintoki's lower lip, smiling idly.]
Oh, and let you have all the fun?
[With little hesitation, Sakamoto spreads his legs and slides into the other's lap, chuckling as he wraps his arms around the other's shoulders. Gintoki will be able to feel everything warm about him, and might catch a glimpse of the light in his eyes before he looks down.
He leans over to press his nose against Gintoki's shoulder, sighing heavily and loudly on purpose before uttering:]
This looks so stiff, Gintoki.
[There he goes, using the right name on purpose to get what he wants.]
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Instead, he takes his thumb and brushes it over Gintoki's lower lip, smiling idly.]
Oh, and let you have all the fun?
[With little hesitation, Sakamoto spreads his legs and slides into the other's lap, chuckling as he wraps his arms around the other's shoulders. Gintoki will be able to feel everything warm about him, and might catch a glimpse of the light in his eyes before he looks down.
He leans over to press his nose against Gintoki's shoulder, sighing heavily and loudly on purpose before uttering:]
This looks so stiff, Gintoki.
[There he goes, using the right name on purpose to get what he wants.]
Let me fix it for ya.