[ Katsura doesn't make any sound when he feels such wonderful pressure against that sensitive part of his skin, but it's very obvious he likes it by the way his eyes fan shut and his fingers curl against the back of Sakamoto's shoulders and back.
When Sakamoto lets go, he peeps one eye open, looking at him quietly as he eases out a steady breath. Is Sakamoto joking or being serious? Zura isn't sure, but— as always— he treats it seriously. ]
.. You may. As long as one is along my thigh. [ —oh. Well, then. ]
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When Sakamoto lets go, he peeps one eye open, looking at him quietly as he eases out a steady breath. Is Sakamoto joking or being serious? Zura isn't sure, but— as always— he treats it seriously. ]
.. You may.
As long as one is along my thigh.
[ —oh.
Well, then. ]