<sub>[ Katsura pinches the bottom of the condom and looks at Sakamoto when he speaks. By now, Zura had come down off of his buzz he was feeling earlier, though there was still something about him that seemed to relax. That was the first point that this was alright. The samurai usually had such a tensed and stern expression, accompanied by a particular way to carry himself. Posture straight, hands folded in his sleeves, carefully guarded. Here, he looks completely vulnerable— exposed to his flesh and his heart beat pounding into his ears.

Is it okay with him?
Even if it wasn't he couldn't easily back down now, but.. it wasn't as if Katsura hadn't given this thought.

What did it mean though? Every time this question passed through his mind, he failed to find an answer, but he had an answer to this current question.
His cheeks, bright red and aflame even in this dim light, very easily shown his embarrassment as he placed the rubber over Sakamoto's prick, pulling the very end down to the base of his cock carefully and keeping hold of the tip of the condom with his other hand. He allowed some space for his friend's release, tugging it just a hair more before reaching over to obtain a lubricant and continue the preperation. ]</sub>

I know it's okay—
To pursue what I want.
I always pursue what I want.
That has always been okay.

What I want to pursue now.. is to be with you.
_{[ He says, voice sounding meek and above a whisper. He glazes a good amount over Sakamoto's erection, smoothing it down with a few light, gentle pumps.
He then reaches over for another tissue to clean the excess off of his hands. What a fussy thing. ]}