[ Just like that, Katsura is pushed away and his hand recoils slightly, eyes growing when Sakamoto turns over on his other side to face him. His cheeks burn, heat rising and flooding over his skin for a moment. It's embarrassing— like he's been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar or a deer looking at oncoming lights. He doesn't like being called out on things like this since he was taught to be modest.
Though, his mouth is dry and all he can do is flick his gaze down to Sakamoto lips as they move. ]
It's not crazy, it's Zura. [ Oh. ]
Ah, Katsura. [ What Sakamoto may find in Zura's gaze is something hungry and desperate. He's actually the one to make the move mext, his palm cradling the slope of Sakamoto's neck to the round of his shoulder where he pushes him on his back against the mattress and crawls on top of him, straddling him snug with his legs on either side of Sakamoto's rib cage.
He moves gently, leaning down to kiss him and breathe slowly through his nostrils. ]
There probably isn't anything good on television anyway. [ why are you bringing this up again we all know you want to bang him.... ]
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Though, his mouth is dry and all he can do is flick his gaze down to Sakamoto lips as they move. ]
It's not crazy, it's Zura.
[ Oh. ]
Ah, Katsura.
[ What Sakamoto may find in Zura's gaze is something hungry and desperate. He's actually the one to make the move mext, his palm cradling the slope of Sakamoto's neck to the round of his shoulder where he pushes him on his back against the mattress and crawls on top of him, straddling him snug with his legs on either side of Sakamoto's rib cage.
He moves gently, leaning down to kiss him and breathe slowly through his nostrils. ]
There probably isn't anything good on television anyway.
[ why are you bringing this up again we all know you want to bang him.... ]