[Sakamoto ensures that Zura's hand stays on top of his own, first clenching it with utmost care, scarred palms grazing over calloused ones. Before taking hold of anything hard, the starry-eyed space cadet caresses Zura's hands much like a groom would a bride, feeling them up with such tenderness that one would think this to be more than just a one night stand or a casual fuck between friends.
When he, they, take hold of themselves, Sakamoto lavishes his ex-comrade's throbbing member with much more attention than his own, stroking slowly from base to tip before letting his thumb slide over the slit. He enjoys knowing that his hands are wet with evidence of Zura's pleasure and shame, and he's curious to see what more he will discover about the other samurai when he finally does climax.
On the rare occasions that Sakamoto has tempted women to spread their legs for him, willingly, without the help of his reputation or his wallet, he's enjoyed the intricacy of their orgasms. A person's likes and dislikes can say a lot about a person, and it's no different when it comes to sex. It's strange, perhaps, and telling that Sakamoto enjoys most how women feel in his mouth when they come, because there's something more exciting to him about giving pleasure than receiving it. Closing his eyes and merely listening to the way they sound when everything is almost over can give him a very intimate look into the soul, even if it's a brief one.
Sakamoto's free hand slides around Zura's waist as he leans in for a kiss, though it slides south rather quickly. He gropes a cheek (not too hard, of course, because it's not Zura's taste) before whispering against the other's lips:]
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When he, they, take hold of themselves, Sakamoto lavishes his ex-comrade's throbbing member with much more attention than his own, stroking slowly from base to tip before letting his thumb slide over the slit. He enjoys knowing that his hands are wet with evidence of Zura's pleasure and shame, and he's curious to see what more he will discover about the other samurai when he finally does climax.
On the rare occasions that Sakamoto has tempted women to spread their legs for him, willingly, without the help of his reputation or his wallet, he's enjoyed the intricacy of their orgasms. A person's likes and dislikes can say a lot about a person, and it's no different when it comes to sex. It's strange, perhaps, and telling that Sakamoto enjoys most how women feel in his mouth when they come, because there's something more exciting to him about giving pleasure than receiving it. Closing his eyes and merely listening to the way they sound when everything is almost over can give him a very intimate look into the soul, even if it's a brief one.
Sakamoto's free hand slides around Zura's waist as he leans in for a kiss, though it slides south rather quickly. He gropes a cheek (not too hard, of course, because it's not Zura's taste) before whispering against the other's lips:]
Do you want fingers, too?
One or two?