[He's never seen himself through someone else's eyes before, not like this.

Sakamoto finally feels as though he's something worth looking at, and the thought makes his lashes flutter and his cheeks light up, especially with the help of Zura's wanton tongue making its way over a very sensitive part of his body.

He gazes helplessly onward. It's as though a hand has forced its way through his chest, merciless as grubby fingers clutch a still beating heart and squeeze with every ounce of force they've got. Breathing is difficult- And he loves it.]

Yeah?

[Sakamoto's hand travels further down, grabbing a cheek and giving it a firm slap, feeling his way around in the dark.]

You're one greedy bastard.

[As he's talking, he presses one a still wet finger inside, pushing to a certain depth and curling against whatever flesh he can touch.]

Those things are real precious, y'know? And since you're stealin' 'em from me-

[He goes deeper.]

Ya better make it worth my while.