[ Katsura's mouth hangs open for just a moment as he tries to figure out how to say what he wants to say, but then Sakamoto goes and says that. Zura feels his throat tighten up, warmth spreading over his face—
How dare he be so charming like this. Stammering, Katsura retaliates: ]
I—It's not! [ He is pretty! And besides, Sakamoto is attractive to him. He's not going to say that so easily though. Of course not. ]
.. I do take care of myself. [ Look, you're stroking his ego. Katsura adverts his gaze. ]
I'm as pretty as a main character. [ The best compliment you could pay him. Keeping his gaze directed at something else, he commands again: ]
Kiss lower, and— put your hands on me some more. [ You can take that as you may, but he really just likes constant touching and feeling the brushing of your hands on his skin. ]
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How dare he be so charming like this.
Stammering, Katsura retaliates: ]
I—It's not! [ He is pretty! And besides, Sakamoto is attractive to him. He's not going to say that so easily though. Of course not. ]
.. I do take care of myself. [ Look, you're stroking his ego. Katsura adverts his gaze. ]
I'm as pretty as a main character.
[ The best compliment you could pay him.
Keeping his gaze directed at something else, he commands again: ]
Kiss lower, and— put your hands on me some more.
[ You can take that as you may, but he really just likes constant touching and feeling the brushing of your hands on his skin. ]