[ Katsura practically squeaks when he feels himself popped on the butt— and usually such a bold move might make him react different then it does right now. Instead, a slight whine is heard behind his teeth as he peers up at Sakamoto. Any sort of attention right there was good right now (but maybe not all of the time— the fussy little shit.) He's holding onto him tightly, right at his hipbones, as if he were nervous he was going to lose him.
His lips part to retort, but finally he feels that single digit slip through his entrance and he responds by shifting his hips, trying to feel Sakamoto some more. He starts panting against Sakamoto's body, burying his face along the crook of his neck. Some kisses are placed here, but he's manly scraping his teeth along his partner's skin. ]
no subject
He's holding onto him tightly, right at his hipbones, as if he were nervous he was going to lose him.
His lips part to retort, but finally he feels that single digit slip through his entrance and he responds by shifting his hips, trying to feel Sakamoto some more. He starts panting against Sakamoto's body, burying his face along the crook of his neck. Some kisses are placed here, but he's manly scraping his teeth along his partner's skin. ]
T—Two.. you can use two..
[ oh well okay then.. ]