[ Katsura retaliates with a bit of a fuss, only smacking his lips slightly when Sakamoto skirts his rugged thumb over his soft lips. His wet lashes close shut when he feels his face being held, lips curving out— anticipating to be kissed like a darling little bride. It was gross. Everything about him was gross, actually. Katsura was such a leech for things like this; he hasn't really experienced it with somebody he trusts as much as Sakamoto anyway. It caused his body to warm and his heart to pound.
When he feels Tatsuma kiss him a few times, showing more vigor each time— a very, very small noise escapes him and is gone in an instant. He feels his whole head chase after Tatsuma's lips when he is bitten, grimacing only slightly by this rougher move. He breathes, resting the edge of his nose against Sakamoto's, half lidded gaze fixating on him again. ]
Kiss me other places. [ Again, this is a demanding tone— but it's spoken a bit more quiet. ]
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[ Katsura retaliates with a bit of a fuss, only smacking his lips slightly when Sakamoto skirts his rugged thumb over his soft lips. His wet lashes close shut when he feels his face being held, lips curving out— anticipating to be kissed like a darling little bride. It was gross. Everything about him was gross, actually. Katsura was such a leech for things like this; he hasn't really experienced it with somebody he trusts as much as Sakamoto anyway. It caused his body to warm and his heart to pound.
When he feels Tatsuma kiss him a few times, showing more vigor each time— a very, very small noise escapes him and is gone in an instant. He feels his whole head chase after Tatsuma's lips when he is bitten, grimacing only slightly by this rougher move.
He breathes, resting the edge of his nose against Sakamoto's, half lidded gaze fixating on him again. ]
Kiss me other places.
[ Again, this is a demanding tone— but it's spoken a bit more quiet. ]