[Sakamoto watches everything, head dipping as he begins to understand. There's a flicker of pain in Zura's expression, given away by the slight discomfort accompanied by the bitten lip and scrunched up nose. He doesn't do this often and isn't crazy enough to shove anything particularly large up his ass, and to be fair, that isn't what Zura wants.

The other man is far more romantic with his fantasies, he wants to feel pleasure but the physical aspect isn't nearly as important as being cherished. So Sakamoto will let him know, continuing to look on with hungry, needy eyes.]

Please.

Your hands have been so kind to me, all these years...

[Sakamoto's voice is lower now, low and far away.]

But when you touch me like this, it feels so personal.

[He confesses quietly, like a schoolboy reluctantly admitting a crush:]

I don't think I've ever had that. I just wanna know-

[Sakamoto reaches out to caress Zura's right hand with his own, scar tissue brushing against calloused palms.]

It's okay with you, right? That we're making love.