[ His eyes are shut, trying so desperately to at least locate that joyous spot that seemed to be hidden for the time being. God.
Though, Sakamoto is making this extremely difficult with his stupid chit-chat, his stupid laughing— and there is breeze in his face? His face, reddened from his cheek to cheek, down his neck and spreading over his shoulders near his chest indicates both embarrassment and anger. Like when you blow in a cat's face and they just freeze up, trying to process what just happened.. that is exactly what is happening with Katsura.
He gives Sakamoto a dangerous look with his eyes before pressing his palm against Sakamoto's head and knocking him back against the bed. His trembling hands fidget, searching for Sakamoto's wrists— in which they pin him down again and provide Zura with something to hold onto for support. His arm muscles tense as he grips, baring his teeth slightly. He refuses to verbally tell Sakamoto to shut up once more— he knows that it is impossible at this rate. And so, he'll do the opposite and try to make him even noisier.
There's a sudden increase in both his speed, pressure, enthusiasm. Katsura pants, huffs, groans shamelessly along with the sound of their skin shifting, moving, clashing.
He only hopes the same thing happens to Sakamoto. ]
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Though, Sakamoto is making this extremely difficult with his stupid chit-chat, his stupid laughing— and there is breeze in his face?
His face, reddened from his cheek to cheek, down his neck and spreading over his shoulders near his chest indicates both embarrassment and anger. Like when you blow in a cat's face and they just freeze up, trying to process what just happened.. that is exactly what is happening with Katsura.
He gives Sakamoto a dangerous look with his eyes before pressing his palm against Sakamoto's head and knocking him back against the bed. His trembling hands fidget, searching for Sakamoto's wrists— in which they pin him down again and provide Zura with something to hold onto for support. His arm muscles tense as he grips, baring his teeth slightly. He refuses to verbally tell Sakamoto to shut up once more— he knows that it is impossible at this rate. And so, he'll do the opposite and try to make him even noisier.
There's a sudden increase in both his speed, pressure, enthusiasm.
Katsura pants, huffs, groans shamelessly along with the sound of their skin shifting, moving, clashing.
He only hopes the same thing happens to Sakamoto. ]