[ Katsura's face was on fire. The way he reassured him and pressed little kisses on his knuckles caused his heart to pound wildly behind his chest— he can merely stare at Tatsuma and wonder why he hadn't notice this kind of charm before. Maybe he was too preoccupied with Gintoki's presence— always chasing after him and wanting to be by his side to notice these cute and admirable traits Sakamoto has been showing him over the past few days. Had he really been missing out on so much?
And that grin— how could a man smile so much? Katsura envied it.
He nibbles on his lower lip, too flustered to actually speak so it takes him a moment before Zura leans in close and has to whisper it against Sakamoto's ear. It was silly— there wasn't anybody else who could even hear them, but he felt better saying it this way. Still, he felt better muttering this against Sakamoto's ear. He's merely breathing there, right against the shell of his ear, seeming reluctant. Finally, it comes out in a shaking breath: ]
Touch us.. together.
[ Oh no, it's too much! He can't say any more; he can't even guide Sakamoto's hand where they need to go. Instead, he just puts his face in Sakamoto's shoulder with a a big huff. ]
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And that grin— how could a man smile so much? Katsura envied it.
He nibbles on his lower lip, too flustered to actually speak so it takes him a moment before Zura leans in close and has to whisper it against Sakamoto's ear. It was silly— there wasn't anybody else who could even hear them, but he felt better saying it this way. Still, he felt better muttering this against Sakamoto's ear. He's merely breathing there, right against the shell of his ear, seeming reluctant. Finally, it comes out in a shaking breath: ]
Touch us.. together.
[ Oh no, it's too much! He can't say any more; he can't even guide Sakamoto's hand where they need to go. Instead, he just puts his face in Sakamoto's shoulder with a a big huff. ]