[He feels it again, that distinct gravitational pull, the same one from their first night together that inevitably led to their mouths and legs and bodies crashing together. Sakamoto can partake, guiltlessly, in Zura's shameless display of want, and even though there's pain in his chest the other's noises and enthusiasm quiet his worries to a mere whisper.
As he strokes himself with lubricant, the merchant turns a deeper shade of red, realizing how much more stiff he's gotten in the past few minutes alone, knowing somewhere deep down that Zura has probably never had anyone lavish him with such undivided attention.
Pressing his nose against the other's hair and ear, he feigns confidence.]
I know.
[It's practically a growl, followed by laughter that remains in his throat. He'd just move forward right now if he wasn't one to be cautious and considerate, but he has to clarify, just to keep the other from feeling dirtied:]
I wanna really feel you, tonight.
[Sakamoto knows that, personally, he prefers not to cover to up.]
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As he strokes himself with lubricant, the merchant turns a deeper shade of red, realizing how much more stiff he's gotten in the past few minutes alone, knowing somewhere deep down that Zura has probably never had anyone lavish him with such undivided attention.
Pressing his nose against the other's hair and ear, he feigns confidence.]
I know.
[It's practically a growl, followed by laughter that remains in his throat. He'd just move forward right now if he wasn't one to be cautious and considerate, but he has to clarify, just to keep the other from feeling dirtied:]
I wanna really feel you, tonight.
[Sakamoto knows that, personally, he prefers not to cover to up.]
Is that okay?