[ And maybe Katsura feels like he can freely banter in front of Sakamoto for that reason. He wasn't one to hold his opinions back much, anyway, but knowing his friend accepts him even if they disagree on some things is precisely what he likes; it's what he wants.
To be accepted, all of his quirks included.
It wasn't like he didn't have people who did accept him— he did. A lot of them agreed with him and that's why they're his followers. But being so close to somebody else like this who accepts him, cares for him, and loves him to an extent also makes him happy.
He feels happy. He hasn't felt happy in months. That's why he wants to push their intimacy. He wants more of this happiness.
Zura pulls back, leaving Sakamoto with some of his own lingering sweat on his body, various stray hairs sticking to his own face and neck. His body ached and yearned; feeling the stiffness between his fingers excited him, but he took his time with this.
I feel so good, he says, which relieves him to a degree. Katsura knew what to do and was educated on how to have sex; he wasn't a virgin; but he also wasn't one who did it a lot. Hearing this just made something inside of him bubble up with pride. He doesn't have anything to say to that, but he does give his friend a smile of his own, which also appeared nervous. It's brief and warm and if Tatsuma isn't paying attention to him, he'd probably miss it.
He holds himself positioned on his knees to angle himself properly, using his other hand to spread his own cheeks and ease down, pressing the tip of his partner's prick right on through. Easy does it, and easy he goes, feeling his breath catch in his chest, thick lashes flickering shut for a moment. It hurt, just at first as the ring of muscles clenched. He took a few deep breaths, concentrating on relaxing himself. He eases himself down even further, forgetting to breathe as he fully takes Sakamoto in. A sharp gasp escapes his lips but he quiets down soon enough, teeth sinking into his tucked lip.
Katsura finds his hands on Sakamoto's sides, holding himself steady around his rib cage with his palms and doesn't make any movements just yet as he gets used to this feeling. ]
Haaa..
[ He lifts one hand to his lips, wiping off some stray spit wordlessly. Katsura hasn't got much to say, if you haven't noticed, so he'll swallow and begin. He'll move his hips, churning them slowly at first from left to right. ]
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To be accepted, all of his quirks included.
It wasn't like he didn't have people who did accept him— he did. A lot of them agreed with him and that's why they're his followers. But being so close to somebody else like this who accepts him, cares for him, and loves him to an extent also makes him happy.
He feels happy. He hasn't felt happy in months.
That's why he wants to push their intimacy. He wants more of this happiness.
Zura pulls back, leaving Sakamoto with some of his own lingering sweat on his body, various stray hairs sticking to his own face and neck. His body ached and yearned; feeling the stiffness between his fingers excited him, but he took his time with this.
I feel so good, he says, which relieves him to a degree. Katsura knew what to do and was educated on how to have sex; he wasn't a virgin; but he also wasn't one who did it a lot. Hearing this just made something inside of him bubble up with pride. He doesn't have anything to say to that, but he does give his friend a smile of his own, which also appeared nervous. It's brief and warm and if Tatsuma isn't paying attention to him, he'd probably miss it.
He holds himself positioned on his knees to angle himself properly, using his other hand to spread his own cheeks and ease down, pressing the tip of his partner's prick right on through. Easy does it, and easy he goes, feeling his breath catch in his chest, thick lashes flickering shut for a moment. It hurt, just at first as the ring of muscles clenched. He took a few deep breaths, concentrating on relaxing himself. He eases himself down even further, forgetting to breathe as he fully takes Sakamoto in. A sharp gasp escapes his lips but he quiets down soon enough, teeth sinking into his tucked lip.
Katsura finds his hands on Sakamoto's sides, holding himself steady around his rib cage with his palms and doesn't make any movements just yet as he gets used to this feeling. ]
Haaa..
[ He lifts one hand to his lips, wiping off some stray spit wordlessly. Katsura hasn't got much to say, if you haven't noticed, so he'll swallow and begin.
He'll move his hips, churning them slowly at first from left to right. ]