[ Something about being kissed feels so nice to Katsura-- much better than being the one who is kissing. He allows Sakamoto, almost eagerly himself, as his arms shift completely out of the water again to wrap loosely around Tatsuma's broad shoulders, the edges of his finger tips curling and brushing against his partner's back.
He felt his stomach drop, probably feeling some uncertainty and nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before-- kissing in the bathtub. Not with Sakamoto or anyone else. He didn't seem to care, though, especially as he leans back, taking his friend with him.
It's kind of slippery and awkward to get comfortable. Sakamoto really has no choice other than letting their bodies flush together to feel right. Katsura has issues getting comfortable, but doesn't dare break off the kiss.
Especially when the tip of his tongue flicks out to skirt across Tatsuma's lips delicately. ]
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He felt his stomach drop, probably feeling some uncertainty and nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before-- kissing in the bathtub. Not with Sakamoto or anyone else. He didn't seem to care, though, especially as he leans back, taking his friend with him.
It's kind of slippery and awkward to get comfortable. Sakamoto really has no choice other than letting their bodies flush together to feel right. Katsura has issues getting comfortable, but doesn't dare break off the kiss.
Especially when the tip of his tongue flicks out to skirt across Tatsuma's lips delicately. ]