[Sakamoto isn't far behind, it's a real surprise he's lasted even this long, so he ruts his hips just once more before his mind goes blank for a few heavenly seconds. He loses his foot and falls, something that feels downright embarrassing for a reason he just can't place, though he latches onto Zura for support as he collapses.
Sakamoto's nose becomes entangled in Zura's hair, and all he continues to do is breathe heavily, oddly quiet. They were even now, the favor had been returned, and yet he silently wishes for more. It's silly, he knows that is something he cannot have.
There's a mess between his legs, and now another person's mess on his stomach, but he doesn't particularly mind. Sakamoto is not fussy about anything like that, it's all natural and doesn't bother him, at least it's evidence that Zura enjoyed himself too.]
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Sakamoto's nose becomes entangled in Zura's hair, and all he continues to do is breathe heavily, oddly quiet. They were even now, the favor had been returned, and yet he silently wishes for more. It's silly, he knows that is something he cannot have.
There's a mess between his legs, and now another person's mess on his stomach, but he doesn't particularly mind. Sakamoto is not fussy about anything like that, it's all natural and doesn't bother him, at least it's evidence that Zura enjoyed himself too.]
We should wash up, maybe.