[Sakamoto beams in smug satisfaction at that brief glance, pulling his already revealing kimono over his head and tossing it on the ground. He circles the bed, edging closer to his friend.
He doesn't answer at first, taking this chance to snake an arm around Zura's waist. Softly, he presses a kiss to the noble samurai's cheek, sighing wistfully afterwards.]
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He doesn't answer at first, taking this chance to snake an arm around Zura's waist. Softly, he presses a kiss to the noble samurai's cheek, sighing wistfully afterwards.]
To bed, I hope.