[It's becoming increasingly clear to him that he's missed out on something, despite acting so shameless about something as base as a rubbing of the flesh. Sakamoto has screwed many a woman in beds like this, but each and every time he's felt alone, unlike tonight.
Pulling back, he notices just how dark that mark on Zura's neck looks, and feels a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and to lesser extent, guilt. For this reason, he blesses the mark with a kiss, then continuing down Zura's midline. His fingers tug at the fabric of the bottom half of Zura's uniform, running over the shorter man's well-defined hips.]
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Pulling back, he notices just how dark that mark on Zura's neck looks, and feels a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and to lesser extent, guilt. For this reason, he blesses the mark with a kiss, then continuing down Zura's midline. His fingers tug at the fabric of the bottom half of Zura's uniform, running over the shorter man's well-defined hips.]