[And at that Sakamoto suddenly becomes very quiet, no more words leaving his mouth. There's a flicker of a nervous smile before he kisses back hesitantly, clearly hurt by something.
There's never been pressure on him to be any good at this. Usually, his boundless confidence is enough for him to throw caution to the wind and try just about anything, but Zura is different. Sakamoto cares about everyone he sleeps with, even the people who seem cruel and cold, but this is love and Sakamoto knows it.
He has loved Zura for a long time, he loves all his friends and his crew. He loves Mutsu, Gintoki, even Takasugi that wretched bastard...
Never once has he wondered where his hands should go.]
It's gonna get real noisy in here.
[Quietly, in between haggard breaths.]
There isn't much I'll be able to do about that.
[He has been cared for by so many, but Sakamoto does not understand what it is like to be the pinnacle of anyone's affections. Mutsu has come closest, she looks to him for guidance in some ways and feels comfort in his presence, but she is self-sufficient and can function independently.
Zura is lonely and latches on to people, but somehow the thought doesn't occur to this smarmy salesman. After all, he is no warrior, no childhood friend. What qualities does he have for Zura to love, to smother and hold dear? Perhaps his warmth and everlasting friendship, but that's not enough to sustain a fire within one's heart, or so he thinks. His presence in Zura's life has never been consistent.
Sakamoto is downright frustrated. Sexually, sure, but he's never had a problem being creative, it's been exciting to experiment with different surfaces and positions, but Zura just isn't into all that. As a result, Sakamoto simply wraps an arm around the other man's torso, supporting Zura to keep him from falling off altogether.]
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There's never been pressure on him to be any good at this. Usually, his boundless confidence is enough for him to throw caution to the wind and try just about anything, but Zura is different. Sakamoto cares about everyone he sleeps with, even the people who seem cruel and cold, but this is love and Sakamoto knows it.
He has loved Zura for a long time, he loves all his friends and his crew. He loves Mutsu, Gintoki, even Takasugi that wretched bastard...
Never once has he wondered where his hands should go.]
It's gonna get real noisy in here.
[Quietly, in between haggard breaths.]
There isn't much I'll be able to do about that.
[He has been cared for by so many, but Sakamoto does not understand what it is like to be the pinnacle of anyone's affections. Mutsu has come closest, she looks to him for guidance in some ways and feels comfort in his presence, but she is self-sufficient and can function independently.
Zura is lonely and latches on to people, but somehow the thought doesn't occur to this smarmy salesman. After all, he is no warrior, no childhood friend. What qualities does he have for Zura to love, to smother and hold dear? Perhaps his warmth and everlasting friendship, but that's not enough to sustain a fire within one's heart, or so he thinks. His presence in Zura's life has never been consistent.
Sakamoto is downright frustrated. Sexually, sure, but he's never had a problem being creative, it's been exciting to experiment with different surfaces and positions, but Zura just isn't into all that. As a result, Sakamoto simply wraps an arm around the other man's torso, supporting Zura to keep him from falling off altogether.]