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_{[ Sakamoto may be going on a big emotional trip as Katsura seems to be unraveling before him. He had no sense of tact or guard, where as he always tried to appear noble and reserved. He didn't care about that right now— he just wanted to be satisfied. His body was warm, lit up like a fire, and he couldn't even bother to keep all of his gasps and breaths suppressed. He didn't care.

Katsura follows after Sakamoto as his partner leans backwards and away slightly to get the lubricant out, making a slight.. whine? A pitiful sound just because Sakamoto moved away a few inches. What a needy little brat.

He's thinking ahead, though. ]}

You're going to sit and I'm going to make love with you once I'm ready.
_{[ The tone of his voice makes it sound like Sakamoto doesn't have a choice.
He really doesn't at this rate, in all honesty. ]}