[ Sakamoto is predictable to Katsura most of the time, but then sometimes, he really isn't. All of his movement stops when Sakamoto screams and he can only sit there, straddled over his lover's hips, cheeks slowly changing red. This wasn't the kind of response he was expecting or hoping for— he didn't mean to startle Sakamoto awake! Just.. arouse him to wake, he guesses.
Katsura's hands are placed on Tatsuma's lower abdomen, dark eyes wide as he directly at him, concerned, and a small pause occurs. ]
Ah. I didn't mean to make you have a bad dream, just a wet one.
[ He lifts a hand to brush away from sweat from Sakamoto's brow. ]
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Katsura's hands are placed on Tatsuma's lower abdomen, dark eyes wide as he directly at him, concerned, and a small pause occurs. ]
Ah.
I didn't mean to make you have a bad dream, just a wet one.
[ He lifts a hand to brush away from sweat from Sakamoto's brow. ]