[Sakamoto is singed not by the disdain in Zura's voice, but by the fiery nature of something hot, something else entirely. He can't recall the last time someone has craved his touch so badly, and even now he has yet to understand that he's mistakenly set something ablaze in his friend's heart, no matter how small or dim the flame.
He flinches, continuing to lavish Zura's cock with affection, forgetting about himself almost entirely. In his quiet misery and carefully hidden sorrow, Sakamoto has crossed a line that even a notorious personal wall-breaker like himself would have never considered in anything more than a wet dream, but he does not lament. There is no way to turn time backwards so he'll carry on, trudging forward in a manner as reckless as he is bold.
Maybe the weight of what he's done, what he's doing, and what he'll continue to do has not come to light as of yet. In almost every regard, he's been second string to the other three, in both friendship and swordsmanship now that he can't properly handle one, but it has never bothered him. Sakamoto has always been true to his own strengths, and despite his stupidity he's always been quite sharp when it comes to looking into people hearts. His methods are eccentric, yes, but his business savvy remains impeccable. He has no idea that this could lead to something more permanent.
Popping the cap off the container with one hand is no small feat, but he manages to do so, coating his index finger with lube. Sakamoto is earnest in every regard, but clumsy as well, his elbow hits the side of the tube as he tries to get his hand in position again, prying Zura open slowly but carefully. He massages gently, unsure.]
Just to the knuckle, aaa? Ahahaha! I've never thought too hard about it, but this does seem kinda weird.
[How exactly does he do it? Is it the same way as it is with women? But there's not as much space in this particular hole. Does he stroke with a come hither motion, or just push? Either way, that second option doesn't sound very graceful.
At least Zura is talking. That'll give him enough to go off of.]
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He flinches, continuing to lavish Zura's cock with affection, forgetting about himself almost entirely. In his quiet misery and carefully hidden sorrow, Sakamoto has crossed a line that even a notorious personal wall-breaker like himself would have never considered in anything more than a wet dream, but he does not lament. There is no way to turn time backwards so he'll carry on, trudging forward in a manner as reckless as he is bold.
Maybe the weight of what he's done, what he's doing, and what he'll continue to do has not come to light as of yet. In almost every regard, he's been second string to the other three, in both friendship and swordsmanship now that he can't properly handle one, but it has never bothered him. Sakamoto has always been true to his own strengths, and despite his stupidity he's always been quite sharp when it comes to looking into people hearts. His methods are eccentric, yes, but his business savvy remains impeccable. He has no idea that this could lead to something more permanent.
Popping the cap off the container with one hand is no small feat, but he manages to do so, coating his index finger with lube. Sakamoto is earnest in every regard, but clumsy as well, his elbow hits the side of the tube as he tries to get his hand in position again, prying Zura open slowly but carefully. He massages gently, unsure.]
Just to the knuckle, aaa? Ahahaha! I've never thought too hard about it, but this does seem kinda weird.
[How exactly does he do it? Is it the same way as it is with women? But there's not as much space in this particular hole. Does he stroke with a come hither motion, or just push? Either way, that second option doesn't sound very graceful.
At least Zura is talking. That'll give him enough to go off of.]