[Sakamoto likes to talk, and the bedroom is no exception.
He knows it should be different, however.
He knows he shouldn't need words. And so immediately, as soon as Zura pulls his hand away, Sakamoto leans in to take something that shouldn't have been his but is anyway, stealing a kiss that is tender but more desperate than gentle. He tears away as roughly as he began, unsure of why Zura's words have had this kind of effect on him.]
I dunno if you'll like me.
[Uttered honestly.]
When I'm not sweet.
[He's had the urge to be a little more adventurous, but Zura trusts him, and isn't into anything too out of the ordinary (save for a few marks, here and there). While the noble samurai favors being ready, Sakamoto is all about being undone. There's something invigorating about the unknown, and perhaps that's why Sakamoto's dedicated his life to exploring it.]
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He knows it should be different, however.
He knows he shouldn't need words. And so immediately, as soon as Zura pulls his hand away, Sakamoto leans in to take something that shouldn't have been his but is anyway, stealing a kiss that is tender but more desperate than gentle. He tears away as roughly as he began, unsure of why Zura's words have had this kind of effect on him.]
I dunno if you'll like me.
[Uttered honestly.]
When I'm not sweet.
[He's had the urge to be a little more adventurous, but Zura trusts him, and isn't into anything too out of the ordinary (save for a few marks, here and there). While the noble samurai favors being ready, Sakamoto is all about being undone. There's something invigorating about the unknown, and perhaps that's why Sakamoto's dedicated his life to exploring it.]