[ The kiss is appreciated, a delighted hum vibrating behind his teeth as his fingers grasp tightly behind Sakamoto's hair. It happens far too quick for Katsura's liking, and he chases after Sakamoto's lips as he pulls back away from Zura. Since he's leaning in so close, he practically collapses right against Sakamoto's chest, looking up at him with eyes that appeared starved, a steady blush etched over his face. He feels so hot— so warm— against his partner's body, and Sakamoto probably notices it right away. ]
I always like you.
[ There may be times he disagrees with Sakamoto; there may be times Sakamoto drives him crazy, but he doesn't dislike Sakamoto. He never has. He always had admiration for him; he always treasured their friendship.
His breath is hushed, just above a whisper: ]
Tatsuma.. — [ Katsura starts, planting kisses with his tongue along Sakamoto's collarbone. ]
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He feels so hot— so warm— against his partner's body, and Sakamoto probably notices it right away. ]
I always like you.
[ There may be times he disagrees with Sakamoto; there may be times Sakamoto drives him crazy, but he doesn't dislike Sakamoto. He never has. He always had admiration for him; he always treasured their friendship.
His breath is hushed, just above a whisper: ]
Tatsuma.. —
[ Katsura starts, planting kisses with his tongue along Sakamoto's collarbone. ]
I need your body and I want your soul.