[ Sakamoto is so cute. So, so cute. These were mannerisms were things Katsura had never seen until they started dating, and honestly, he feels like he's missed something wonderful all of these years. His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest. [ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]
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His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest.
[ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]