[ It's all just noise ringing in Katsura's ears as he natters on— it's hard to listen when he's feeling something enter his body in and out like that. It's rushed; not particularly Katsura's taste and Sakamoto might see that in the way he tenses up, a small strained out daring to escape from behind his teeth. Ow, he wasn't expecting that kind of speed! He's about to give Sakamoto a scolding, but seemingly out of nowhere, he hits that delicate bundle of nerves for just a brief moment.
Of course, it's fleeting, but it's enough to cause him to tremble, a surprised ah escaping from the depth of his throat. The rest of his body reacts, too, hips churning into Sakamoto's finger-- no, wait, come back.. you were getting it. Idiot.
I care about you, he says, right as he brushes his digit against his prostate. Awesome timing. Just the passing sensation is enough to cause him to clench the side of the tub. Katsura pulls back— panting— embarrassed and amazed at himself for getting so worked up over a single finger. Nothing but hot air is shared between them as all Katsura can seem to do is breathe out and not in, half lidded gaze fixing on Sakamoto and his grin as he merely smiles through this whole thing. His honest statement is going to have to wait for a response— Zura is having a hard time drifting back to Earth after hearing such sincere words accompanied by this kind of attention.
He's familiar, now, with one finger, so now he encourages two. ]
P—put, haah— [ Katsura removes his hand from Sakamoto's prick, and holds up two sticky looking fingers, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip. Alright, two fingers. But what he does next is.. scissor them— back and forth, back and forth. He wants you to do that... inside of him. Hopefully you can understand that ]
Slow at first.. then— [ He trusts you know what to do. ]
If you don't— do that again— touch that again. I will kill you. [ ??????????? ]
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Of course, it's fleeting, but it's enough to cause him to tremble, a surprised ah escaping from the depth of his throat. The rest of his body reacts, too, hips churning into Sakamoto's finger-- no, wait, come back.. you were getting it. Idiot.
I care about you, he says, right as he brushes his digit against his prostate. Awesome timing.
Just the passing sensation is enough to cause him to clench the side of the tub. Katsura pulls back— panting— embarrassed and amazed at himself for getting so worked up over a single finger. Nothing but hot air is shared between them as all Katsura can seem to do is breathe out and not in, half lidded gaze fixing on Sakamoto and his grin as he merely smiles through this whole thing. His honest statement is going to have to wait for a response— Zura is having a hard time drifting back to Earth after hearing such sincere words accompanied by this kind of attention.
He's familiar, now, with one finger, so now he encourages two. ]
P—put, haah— [ Katsura removes his hand from Sakamoto's prick, and holds up two sticky looking fingers, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip. Alright, two fingers. But what he does next is.. scissor them— back and forth, back and forth. He wants you to do that... inside of him. Hopefully you can understand that ]
Slow at first.. then—
[ He trusts you know what to do. ]
If you don't— do that again— touch that again.
I will kill you.
[ ??????????? ]
—Even though I care about you.
[ —too. ]