[Sakamoto leers at friend first, giving him the entire up and down, whistling softly as if he's scored some kind of prize. While some my find it bizarre, for a man's shoulders and torso to be so masculine (hairless, but masculine) while his face remains so delicate, this smarmy bastard enjoys it.
Gender is a silly thing, a funny notion that humans seem to deem important, separate from biological sex entirely. Sakamoto has learned this on his many trips to outer space, so it doesn't bother him in the least. Zura is beautiful and terribly repressed, it shows in his face and his body language, with those stiff expressions, stiff shoulders, and stiff- Well, soon to be stiff cock.
Sakamoto eases backwards, resting on his elbows so he can still stare. Though he's lying doing, something of his is definitely standing straight up.]
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Gender is a silly thing, a funny notion that humans seem to deem important, separate from biological sex entirely. Sakamoto has learned this on his many trips to outer space, so it doesn't bother him in the least. Zura is beautiful and terribly repressed, it shows in his face and his body language, with those stiff expressions, stiff shoulders, and stiff- Well, soon to be stiff cock.
Sakamoto eases backwards, resting on his elbows so he can still stare. Though he's lying doing, something of his is definitely standing straight up.]
What are ya gonna do? Sit on my face?
I wouldn't mind.