[ At first, Katsura makes a very slight face, his nose wrinkling slightly. Not because of what Sakamoto was asking, actually, but mainly the thought that Sakamoto was willing enough to ask. Honestly, what a fussy thing.
He's having a difficult time communicating with Sakamoto because his fingers keep brushing against a sensitive area inside of him that is causing him to do nothing more but gasp for air— forget even try to speak. Zura shifts himself up on his knees to remove himself from Sakamoto's touch, feeling his fingers ease out of the ring of muscles around his entrance. His hands hold onto Sakamoto's shoulder and his hair as he pants, beginning to position himself over Sakamoto's prick. ]
—It's fine. I just want you.
[ Just you. He manages to say, reaching down to grab a hold of his partner's cock and ease himself down on Sakamoto carefully. ]
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He's having a difficult time communicating with Sakamoto because his fingers keep brushing against a sensitive area inside of him that is causing him to do nothing more but gasp for air— forget even try to speak. Zura shifts himself up on his knees to remove himself from Sakamoto's touch, feeling his fingers ease out of the ring of muscles around his entrance. His hands hold onto Sakamoto's shoulder and his hair as he pants, beginning to position himself over Sakamoto's prick. ]
—It's fine.
I just want you.
[ Just you.
He manages to say, reaching down to grab a hold of his partner's cock and ease himself down on Sakamoto carefully. ]