It's not so cute, it's Katsura..! [ His voice quakes from the slope in Tatsuma's neck, sounding flustered at first. Katsura wouldn't admit how much he enjoyed feeling skin against his skin, even if he was wearing his sleepwear and preferred it that way. But, the parts that were touching his bare skin made him feel warm; a heavy but content sigh escapes him as he practically melts into the bed (and his partner.)
What did it matter what they were?
The question gets him to hum inquisitively, peering up at Sakamoto with a pink dusting across his face.
Why did his heart beat so hard when he was so close? ]
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[ His voice quakes from the slope in Tatsuma's neck, sounding flustered at first. Katsura wouldn't admit how much he enjoyed feeling skin against his skin, even if he was wearing his sleepwear and preferred it that way. But, the parts that were touching his bare skin made him feel warm; a heavy but content sigh escapes him as he practically melts into the bed (and his partner.)
What did it matter what they were?
The question gets him to hum inquisitively, peering up at Sakamoto with a pink dusting across his face.
Why did his heart beat so hard when he was so close? ]