[He opens his mouth wide, and a sound dies in his throat. What a disgusting thing, to moan in the midst of such a tender moment, but Sakamoto can't help himself. His friend's chin against his chest, it's bizarre but wonderful, tickling him in ways that hit nerves he never even knew he had.
So this is bliss.]
What are ya sayin'?
[It hasn't become clear to him yet, mostly because he hasn't thought any of it through, negotiating Zura's plea was something he did on impulse, but he wants to hear more of it.
Sakamoto can't remember the last time this kind of talk has been directed at him, not extensively. Perhaps one wonderful line after a litany of curses, in memories of that white-haired friend who is now long gone, and maybe in the dim light of almost-morning when he and Mutsu are putting the finishing touches on a hard-earned business deal.]
no subject
[He opens his mouth wide, and a sound dies in his throat. What a disgusting thing, to moan in the midst of such a tender moment, but Sakamoto can't help himself. His friend's chin against his chest, it's bizarre but wonderful, tickling him in ways that hit nerves he never even knew he had.
So this is bliss.]
What are ya sayin'?
[It hasn't become clear to him yet, mostly because he hasn't thought any of it through, negotiating Zura's plea was something he did on impulse, but he wants to hear more of it.
Sakamoto can't remember the last time this kind of talk has been directed at him, not extensively. Perhaps one wonderful line after a litany of curses, in memories of that white-haired friend who is now long gone, and maybe in the dim light of almost-morning when he and Mutsu are putting the finishing touches on a hard-earned business deal.]
Are you gonna protect me?