Hush. [ Katsura shooshes him— firmly but not exactly angry or annoyed. He takes a moment to release Sakamoto and shift on top of him to reach over near the end of the bed for one of his hair ties, holding it between his teeth and raking his fingers through his inky hair that spill over his shoulders and the muscles along his back. Once he has the majority of the hair, he pulls it up in a higher ponytail so it doesn't get in his way while he's doing this (and dirty, god forbid.) As he does this, he speaks: ]
Making you happy makes me happy. We both are happy this way.
[ He says quietly before moving once more time and leaning over, holding Sakamoto carefully once more and taking a steady breath before he tips his head to the side, gumming his smooth lips along the side of Sakamoto's length. ]
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[ Katsura shooshes him— firmly but not exactly angry or annoyed. He takes a moment to release Sakamoto and shift on top of him to reach over near the end of the bed for one of his hair ties, holding it between his teeth and raking his fingers through his inky hair that spill over his shoulders and the muscles along his back. Once he has the majority of the hair, he pulls it up in a higher ponytail so it doesn't get in his way while he's doing this (and dirty, god forbid.)
As he does this, he speaks: ]
Making you happy makes me happy.
We both are happy this way.
[ He says quietly before moving once more time and leaning over, holding Sakamoto carefully once more and taking a steady breath before he tips his head to the side, gumming his smooth lips along the side of Sakamoto's length. ]