[ It's embarrassing. Everything Sakamoto is doing is so embarrassing. Katsura feels so hot in the face when their lips mesh together; he even chases after Sakamoto's mouth with his own before he speaks in a hushed tone "goodnight."
He's a disaster right now and it reads perfectly on his face— the way red etched over his cheeks and spread to his ears; the way his entire body warmed and how fast his heart was beating. Tatsuma has done it— he's wiggled himself into an even more special place in his heart by his actions an behavior as of late.
Instantly his hands go to his face to hide himself. Everything about this moment is so much; he is overjoyed, though. Sakamoto might even catch him smiling before he burrows into Sakamoto further, tugging the blanket closer and tighter around them both as his head finds a comfy place at the edge of his jaw and into his neck.
He loves this man. He always has, but his love for him is growing into something deeper and intimate.
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He's a disaster right now and it reads perfectly on his face— the way red etched over his cheeks and spread to his ears; the way his entire body warmed and how fast his heart was beating. Tatsuma has done it— he's wiggled himself into an even more special place in his heart by his actions an behavior as of late.
Instantly his hands go to his face to hide himself. Everything about this moment is so much; he is overjoyed, though. Sakamoto might even catch him smiling before he burrows into Sakamoto further, tugging the blanket closer and tighter around them both as his head finds a comfy place at the edge of his jaw and into his neck.
He loves this man. He always has, but his love for him is growing into something deeper and intimate.
Zura purses his lips to kiss against his neck. ]
Goodnight.
[ He whispers. ]