[ Zura waits, allowing his muscles to get accustomed to the feeling of three fingers— it's a bit painful, but he just wants to be certain this won't be a problem when they're in the middle of fucking each other. He cannot remember the last time he's slept with somebody, specifically another guy.. was it really with their other mutual friend that he doesn't want anything to do with now?
Better not think about him right now. It'll kill his boner.
Katsura is properly flushed and covered in a sheer, thin veil of sweat. He can only give Sakamoto a glance when he speaks up, and god.
God. He doesn't remember Sakamoto looking like this the other night and Katsura has to tear his eyes away. Something about the way his voice stammers; his face looks desperate. He just wants to get this part over with and be all over him. He picks up the pace with his fingers only for a moment, trying to not get too carried away before he pulls out entirely, grabbing a tissue and cleaning off his hands. He's panting at this rate and the only indication of the warm feeling bubbling up in his tummy is the fact he's gotten hard now, fingers trembling— but...
Everything else about Katsura was in control— precise. He goes about like he didn't just shove his fingers up his butt in front of his friend. In fact, he just goes ahead and opens the condom like this was nothing— like he's just preparing food or you know.. some other kind of chore. Sure, he was a prude at times. He got embarrassed a lot— but one thing was certain, he knew how to stay calm and collected in most cases. ]
I can see that. [ He merely says, holding the tip of the condom and making his way over to his partner. ]
I'm going to touch you now. [ thanks for the warning, Zura. ]
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Better not think about him right now. It'll kill his boner.
Katsura is properly flushed and covered in a sheer, thin veil of sweat. He can only give Sakamoto a glance when he speaks up, and god.
God.
He doesn't remember Sakamoto looking like this the other night and Katsura has to tear his eyes away. Something about the way his voice stammers; his face looks desperate. He just wants to get this part over with and be all over him.
He picks up the pace with his fingers only for a moment, trying to not get too carried away before he pulls out entirely, grabbing a tissue and cleaning off his hands. He's panting at this rate and the only indication of the warm feeling bubbling up in his tummy is the fact he's gotten hard now, fingers trembling— but...
Everything else about Katsura was in control— precise. He goes about like he didn't just shove his fingers up his butt in front of his friend. In fact, he just goes ahead and opens the condom like this was nothing— like he's just preparing food or you know.. some other kind of chore.
Sure, he was a prude at times. He got embarrassed a lot— but one thing was certain, he knew how to stay calm and collected in most cases. ]
I can see that.
[ He merely says, holding the tip of the condom and making his way over to his partner. ]
I'm going to touch you now.
[ thanks for the warning, Zura. ]