[Sakamoto revels in any display of shyness from his friend, although it doesn't show in his face just yet. Even the way Zura's voice breaks is satisfying, how he forgets to say the right thing when he should.

The feeling of Zura's sweaty palms against his neck ignites something inside of him, moreso than for any average person, as touch means something different for a man who is limited to starving himself with politeness. He can only take what he wants when there are bills to pay, although there's a debt of sorts here too.

Although he lets the other kiss him once, the next time the dark-haired samurai bends over, he'll feel a calloused finger on his lips. Any other night, any time before, he would have played along.

"Yeah, it's real late. They're probably just playin' dirty stuff anyway."

But there's something he wants, and he will have it.]

Why're ya beatin' around the bush like that? I don't like it.

[Bullshit. He loves being pushed around.]

If ya want me, tell it to me straight.

I'm not gonna settle fer sloppy seconds with you.

[He grabs Zura's shoulder and tugs him, this time more roughly than he ever has before, because that's the way he enjoys it. In a firm voice, he whispers in the other's ear.]

I'm gunnin' for first place.