Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
[ Sakamoto's words do, in fact, ease Katsura's flustered behavior. Ugh. How disgusting he was acting earlier but.. he feels satisfied and happy. Sakamoto seems to feel the same, so he shouldn't let something like that get in the way of his happiness. His muscles relax and his fingers slide off of his hot face that was still kissed with sweat, finally rolling his head to look over at Sakamoto. ]
Really..? Ah.. you enjoy seeing me like this? It isn't.. weak to you? [ Zura wore his heart on his sleeve, it's true, but that fighting spirit inside of him was clashed with his free spirited emotions sometimes. ]
Am I not too much for you? [ looks like he is airing out some insecurities, too. ]
[Tired as he might be, Sakamoto still finds the strength to smile. He presses his nose affectionate into Katsura's dark hair, laughing softly into it.]
I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
A—Ah, I know you don't care— forget I mentioned it. [ Katsura is concerned about it, though. He doesn't like to appear weak in any kind of regard. Hearing Sakamoto's jovial laugh, softer and not quite loud right next to him makes him smile warmly and even chuckle himself.
They both sound so happy.
At that notion, Katsura shifts so that he's looking down at Sakamoto, head dipping down to kiss him. He pulls back just slightly, his eyelashes still touching his lover's face. ]
I like being taken care of by you, Tatsuma— [ oh, there he goes again.. ]
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Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
Supposedly.]
It's not wrong, you know? To be! Ah.
[Sakamoto gestures vaguely with one hand.]
Like this.
[Not privately, at least.]
Nobody else can see ya. It's just me.
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His muscles relax and his fingers slide off of his hot face that was still kissed with sweat, finally rolling his head to look over at Sakamoto. ]
Really..?
Ah.. you enjoy seeing me like this? It isn't.. weak to you?
[ Zura wore his heart on his sleeve, it's true, but that fighting spirit inside of him was clashed with his free spirited emotions sometimes. ]
Am I not too much for you?
[ looks like he is airing out some insecurities, too. ]
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I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
Nah. Yer alrght.
I like spoilin' ya.
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[ Katsura is concerned about it, though. He doesn't like to appear weak in any kind of regard. Hearing Sakamoto's jovial laugh, softer and not quite loud right next to him makes him smile warmly and even chuckle himself.
They both sound so happy.
At that notion, Katsura shifts so that he's looking down at Sakamoto, head dipping down to kiss him. He pulls back just slightly, his eyelashes still touching his lover's face. ]
I like being taken care of by you, Tatsuma—
[ oh, there he goes again.. ]