[Sakamoto cringes at the sound it all makes, experiencing slight discomfort as Zura's body rejects him at first. He lets out a loud noise, something between a gasp and a sigh, high-pitched and strange, and far more mousy than he would have liked.
Shortly, however, he's awash with pleasure again, feeling tightness in his abdomen as his hands settle on Zura's hips and then his ass, squeezing the cheeks albeit gently as he watches it all go down. This should be special, and it is to a certain extent, but suddenly it all feels too dirty. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be seeing the Zura's face redden or his cock leak, but Sakamoto finds himself desperately attempting to make eye contact.
This is awkward, too awkward, because for the first time in his life he feels guilty for wanting to take someone's breath away, for reasons other than snot-nosed pettiness. He has nothing to prove here, as his old friend doesn't believe him to be a drunken louse who is no good in bed, and isn't attempting to con Sakamoto out of his hard-earned salary (most of which he reinvests into the company itself). There is no unsettling power dynamic here, no woman playing coy in hopes of toppling an empire or one day creating her own. Sure, there are many times when Sakamoto meets random people on the street, enjoys the way they sigh and touch his arm, wanting nothing more than their happiness but this is that feeling tenfold.
Zura is far more important than some stranger he happened to meet by chance.]
Mmmm...
[Sakamoto hums, thinking that this would be better if he was sitting up, so they could kiss and show Zura that he was worthy of love somehow. He constantly feels as though he needs to be doing more, an obligation that doesn't often cross his mind during bedtime rendezvous.]
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Shortly, however, he's awash with pleasure again, feeling tightness in his abdomen as his hands settle on Zura's hips and then his ass, squeezing the cheeks albeit gently as he watches it all go down. This should be special, and it is to a certain extent, but suddenly it all feels too dirty. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be seeing the Zura's face redden or his cock leak, but Sakamoto finds himself desperately attempting to make eye contact.
This is awkward, too awkward, because for the first time in his life he feels guilty for wanting to take someone's breath away, for reasons other than snot-nosed pettiness. He has nothing to prove here, as his old friend doesn't believe him to be a drunken louse who is no good in bed, and isn't attempting to con Sakamoto out of his hard-earned salary (most of which he reinvests into the company itself). There is no unsettling power dynamic here, no woman playing coy in hopes of toppling an empire or one day creating her own. Sure, there are many times when Sakamoto meets random people on the street, enjoys the way they sigh and touch his arm, wanting nothing more than their happiness but this is that feeling tenfold.
Zura is far more important than some stranger he happened to meet by chance.]
Mmmm...
[Sakamoto hums, thinking that this would be better if he was sitting up, so they could kiss and show Zura that he was worthy of love somehow. He constantly feels as though he needs to be doing more, an obligation that doesn't often cross his mind during bedtime rendezvous.]
Zura, are you okay? If it hurts too much...
[He gasps, taking pause.]
We can stop anytime.