[ Sakamoto's laughter right near his face is loud— it causes Katsura to flinch from the sound more so than the fact he's sticking just the very edge of a digit in. Katsura doesn't feel tensed at all down there since he encouraged Sakamoto to go nice and easy (and it's not like Zura isn't accustomed to having his own fingers up there now and then— not like Sakamoto needs to know that) so that's good. Maybe it's another sign of trust, even if Katsura was slightly apprehensive about all of this. Too late now.
But somewhere in that boom of noise, Katsura likes to hear it. It's familiar and warm. He doesn't allow any indication of fondness lay in his voice, however. Even with the attention drawn to his member, Katsura contains any noises of pleasure like the stoic warrior he is. How strong and noble! It'll be nice to see him vulnerable to writhing when he finally gives way, won't it? It all depends on what Sakamoto does.
Don't fuck up, Tatsuma.
Whatever flame his friend has ignited, Katsura seems to be drawn in like a moth— without realizing it. Will he regret it? There is a possibility of that being the case— but like Tatsuma— he has no choice but to continue to go forward. Isn't that what he always does? Don't they all do that with everything— just by different ways?
Before Sakamoto can get too into this, Katsura will shift slightly, his back curling easily again, exposing is backside more for his partner. He's halfways off of Sakamoto's lap by now, keeping himself steady by putting a hand on the side of the tub and one knee on the floor of it. He still keeps his head close against Sakamoto's ear and Zura is even gracious enough to press a kiss to the shell of his ear, possibly to reassure him; especially after using a sharp tone at him.
His voice is low, quiet and controlled— but it's through a very thin veil of desperation. ]
Circles for a moment— then go to the second knuckle. Circles again— [ wow, he is diligent and particular with himself, isn't he? ] —Then furher... if you can tell I feel good.
[ Though, Sakamoto and Zura have miscommunication a lot. Let's see how this goes over. ]
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But somewhere in that boom of noise, Katsura likes to hear it. It's familiar and warm. He doesn't allow any indication of fondness lay in his voice, however. Even with the attention drawn to his member, Katsura contains any noises of pleasure like the stoic warrior he is. How strong and noble! It'll be nice to see him vulnerable to writhing when he finally gives way, won't it? It all depends on what Sakamoto does.
Don't fuck up, Tatsuma.
Whatever flame his friend has ignited, Katsura seems to be drawn in like a moth— without realizing it. Will he regret it? There is a possibility of that being the case— but like Tatsuma— he has no choice but to continue to go forward.
Isn't that what he always does? Don't they all do that with everything— just by different ways?
Before Sakamoto can get too into this, Katsura will shift slightly, his back curling easily again, exposing is backside more for his partner. He's halfways off of Sakamoto's lap by now, keeping himself steady by putting a hand on the side of the tub and one knee on the floor of it. He still keeps his head close against Sakamoto's ear and Zura is even gracious enough to press a kiss to the shell of his ear, possibly to reassure him; especially after using a sharp tone at him.
His voice is low, quiet and controlled— but it's through a very thin veil of desperation. ]
Circles for a moment— then go to the second knuckle. Circles again—
[ wow, he is diligent and particular with himself, isn't he? ]
—Then furher... if you can tell I feel good.
[ Though, Sakamoto and Zura have miscommunication a lot. Let's see how this goes over. ]