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_{[ Another deep oof is heard on Katsura's part as Sakamoto collapses and he finds his arms snaking around his partner, embracing him return as he simply relaxes entirely; not something Zura does often. There's a faint smile on his face as he basks and lies there, absolutely glowing with his eyes fanned shut. It's his turn to be lazy.

Sakamoto's voice stirs him, but he's tired. He doesn't want to move— he's certain he'll have difficulty moving tomorrow, and so: ]}

Clean up for me.
_{[ He'll skip a shower this time. Just clean him up. ]}

Then you may hold me close.
_{[ then you may. Such a privilege, wow. ]}

And tell me how pretty I am.
_{[ pushing it, Zura. ]}