[Maybe this is Zura's way of getting Sakamoto to remember him when he's galaxies away, and it's true that he won't forget. There is something beautiful about how his friend's back arches when he pleasures himself, the way his lips part but the sound is almost lost in his throat, barely escaping. Still, Sakamoto is quiet, and he watches Zura's chest rise and fall.
It requires every ounce of discipline to keep from touching himself, but he does. He can't screw this up. This is so very strange, he finds himself loving and hating every second of this private peepshow, because he feels such joy and bitterness at the same time.
They can only be together for the time being, so he'll enjoy it. That's what he thinks about most things, not typically bothered by how temporary they are because he'll remember them fondly. So why is he bothered now? Hot and bothered, certainly, but there's a pang of anguish in his gut as he realizes that maybe this will be the last time they do anything of the sort.]
Zura...
I feel hot. L-like! I know I ain't bad lookin', but...
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It requires every ounce of discipline to keep from touching himself, but he does. He can't screw this up. This is so very strange, he finds himself loving and hating every second of this private peepshow, because he feels such joy and bitterness at the same time.
They can only be together for the time being, so he'll enjoy it. That's what he thinks about most things, not typically bothered by how temporary they are because he'll remember them fondly. So why is he bothered now? Hot and bothered, certainly, but there's a pang of anguish in his gut as he realizes that maybe this will be the last time they do anything of the sort.]
Zura...
I feel hot. L-like! I know I ain't bad lookin', but...
[With honesty:]
You're really makin' me sweat.