[Sakamoto keeps his hold on Zura while rolling over so that they are both on their sides, chuckling because he knows that most men don't react well to being described with such silly adjectives, though they both appreciate it.
The other hand slides down the rip in the center of Zura's midline, before toying with the fabric of old-fashioned undergarments. He cups what he can feel of the other's balls before tickling them through the cloth, then slipping fingers underneath to touch hot skin.
Sakamoto needs to do this, to ensure that this is real and not a silly fantasy, not something he'll be disappointed about when he wakes up.]
If you're ever feelin' up to this kinda thing, again...
Wake me up. I'd rather you use me than just yer hands.
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The other hand slides down the rip in the center of Zura's midline, before toying with the fabric of old-fashioned undergarments. He cups what he can feel of the other's balls before tickling them through the cloth, then slipping fingers underneath to touch hot skin.
Sakamoto needs to do this, to ensure that this is real and not a silly fantasy, not something he'll be disappointed about when he wakes up.]
If you're ever feelin' up to this kinda thing, again...
Wake me up. I'd rather you use me than just yer hands.