[ Zura isn't even really looking at Sakamoto when he feels his hair being touched and he pauses, casting him a glance. Something about the way Sakamoto was looking at him caused a warmth to fill in his chest— maybe it's cause he isn't certain if anybody has ever really looked at him that way before? It was a little different then any kind of look he has gotten before.
It was similar to the way all four ( technically five ) of them would look at each other so long ago after coming back from the enemy line, still alive. That is what it reminds Katsura of.
[Sakamoto edges closer, the water erupting into tiny little waves as he does. Zura will feel curly, wet hair touch his face as an old comrade gets near enough to blow some of the bubbles from the shampoo onto Zura's cheek.]
[ What is this. Over the past few days, Sakamoto has been so kind and so comforting— now that he is caught in such an intimate situation that would usually be thought of nothing but sharing an important time between friends, he's thinking about all sorts of other things.
Katsura freezes up, wet lashes grimaces a bit as he is blown in the face, though his eyes make contact with Sakamoto's. He is so damn close. ]
Ah. [ .. ]
Did you want to.. be this close to me, Sakamoto..?
[ Is it weird? No, Katsura answers to himself, but it's different. Not like it's exactly a bad thing, but— he doesn't do anything to push or deny Sakamoto away. ( Look, he's being gentle and sweet this time and not just grabbing at his dick cause he misunderstood what was happening. )
It's positive attention, and anybody who knows Katsura knows he likes things like this. It's just.. different since it's coming from Sakamoto. ]
It's close. [ He doesn't say this is good or bad— but for he record, it's a good thing. He feels his throat tighten up— it's difficult for him to swallow. He doesn't show any kidn of affectionate gesture, but what he does do is at least cup the back of Sakamoto's head lightly, possibly to let him know it's okay to be near. ]
[The shiver that travels down his spine at Zura's gentle touch is enough to signal Sakamoto that maybe, just maybe this he's crossing a line that he shouldn't. There's an inkling of something sad in his expression, evident the way his eyes have glossed over ever so slightly. Though he continues to smile, something heavy seems to be tugging at the corners of his lips.
His voice is deeper, but softer too, Sakamoto doesn't speak at this volume very often (if ever).]
We're close, aren't we?
[A dangerous question.
But Zura has always been considered one of Sakamoto's closest friends.]
[ Of course we are is what Katsura wants to say, but he isn't certain. It is a situation he has never thought of being in with Sakamoto. Though, his heart doesn't pull or tug in a way that is making him think it might be wise to not be this intimate with him. Surely that was some kind of sign right there, but up until now, Katsura hadn't the faintest that he was growing fonder and fonder of Sakamoto through the days he had spent with him.
Was it just him trying to place Sakamoto in the puzzle space that Gintoki usually kept filled? That kind of puzzle space was that, anyway— platonic or something romantic?
Did that make it wrong? Could Zura be that selfish? ]
This is closer. [ The way he says that almost makes it feel like a negative thing, but then he holds Tatsuma by the cheek. ]
I like it. [ —the answer is, yes, Katsura can be that selfish. Gintoki was irreplaceable, yes, but he would try to subconsciously cram somebody in the spot that his dear friend used to be in, which was an entirely wrong thing to do. He should know better— but for now, he doesn't. He just wants to be happy. ]
[Maybe it's pathetic, that Sakamoto wouldn't mind.
He knows that he isn't Gintoki, would never try to fill his place, but he'd do just about anything to ease Zura's pain. Whatever they're doing, whatever they're going to do, it's a temporary fix but it's something and still special. After all, it's not like they go about doing this with other men, strangers.
He let's his own hand brush over the one on his cheek, closing his eyes as he admits something terrifying:]
Me too.
Bein' lonely really stinks.
[They both aren't the kind of people who do very well alone, Sakamoto with his reckless gambles and Zura with his constant fear of being left behind, but right now what this man wants is to be loved and to love, not carefully but passionately.]
Y'know, if there's somethin' I'm missin' here... You should let me know.
[ Being lonely really stinks. Fucking tell him about it.
It's been like that all through his life and it's been the hardest feeling for him to run from. People he cares about— they die, they leave, they change. It's something he is so used to by now, he almost expects it from people and that settles him in a bit of insecurity.
Fortunately, Sakamoto has been giving him company, which makes his heart swell and beat from behind his chest. Whatever Katsura is supposed to let Sakamoto know, he doesn't want to admit it. Instead, he looks at Sakamoto sympathetically— he knows that feeling of loneliness— and then goes ahead to make the first move.
His lips meet Tatsuma's softly, not exactly kissing, but speaking against them in a hushed and warm breath: ]
[Sakamoto's insides rejoice at that almost kiss, the acknowledgement that it's okay to take this evening a little farther. He has to be careful, he knows, because he can't be selfish tonight.
He lets his hand caress one side of Zura's face, before uttering:]
I'll make sure.
I'll make sure ya aren't lonely. Not tonight.
[And so he leans forward to press their lips together, resisting the urge to kiss his friend almost violently, because everything has to be gentle at first. Zura doesn't do this with just anyone, he's damaged and in need of some personal attention. If he wasn't in such an emotionally vulnerable state, he would have never agreed to this in the first place.
That's fine, it's okay, because Sakamoto has the chance to make him happy. That's worth all the money in the world, and more than that.]
[ Something about being kissed feels so nice to Katsura-- much better than being the one who is kissing. He allows Sakamoto, almost eagerly himself, as his arms shift completely out of the water again to wrap loosely around Tatsuma's broad shoulders, the edges of his finger tips curling and brushing against his partner's back.
He felt his stomach drop, probably feeling some uncertainty and nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before-- kissing in the bathtub. Not with Sakamoto or anyone else. He didn't seem to care, though, especially as he leans back, taking his friend with him.
It's kind of slippery and awkward to get comfortable. Sakamoto really has no choice other than letting their bodies flush together to feel right. Katsura has issues getting comfortable, but doesn't dare break off the kiss.
Especially when the tip of his tongue flicks out to skirt across Tatsuma's lips delicately. ]
[The hands on the small of his back remind him of something- This is his first time with a man, is it not? There are callouses on Zura's hands despite how gentle their manner, how long the fingers are, not like the kind you'd typically associate with a woman. Sakamoto is notorious for skirt chasing, but doing this with a friend feels so much more comfortable than with a stranger.
He lets Zura take the lead, following the other's grasp and smiling through the kiss once he feels their bodies press together. All too eagerly, he parts his lips to allow Zura's tongue into his mouth, a rookie mistake. Something's off, the angle isn't right, it's clumsy. Sakamoto has to pull back and laugh before he leans in to try again, kissing the side of the other's mouth before angling the girly samurai's chin in his favor and giving him a real open-mouthed kiss.]
[ Katsura's eyes are fanned shut when Sakamoto pulls back— he's not sure what the problem is and just opens his eyes, blinking owlishly at Sakamoto. Was he acting a bit too forward? He doesn't really know. He figured he wasn't acting too eager, and besides, Sakamoto seems like the type the person who would like that kind of thing anyway.
Zura clears his throat when he hears Sakamoto laugh and shifts his dark eyes elsewhere only to flick them back at Sakamoto when he advances back onto him, right when Sakamoto holds his chin and tilts him. ]
Ah.
[ —is the only sound he makes— a sound of understanding before his friend seals off his mouth with his own. It's a little surprising, at first, but Katsura seems to open his mouth wider in greeting, trailing his nails up Sakamoto's back, across his neck, and eventually into his hair where his hand curls tighter. He's holding onto a fistful of hair now, while the other arm snakes tighter around Sakamoto's middle, mainly to ease himself more securely.
Tatsuma could probably feel his cheeks slowly catching on fire with their faces being so close. ]
[Sakamoto is easily aroused, pulled in by subtle, simple gestures. Perhaps that's why his pockets are empty at the end of almost every evening out on the town, despite seeming so full at the start.
The nails on his back of his neck do awaken certain urges, there's a tingle down the back of his spine and in other unmentionable places. He finds himself wanting more, to know every extent of Zura's touch, to be desired and thought about even when he is elsewhere.
But that's too cruel to wish on someone as lonely as Zura, isn't it? It is.
So he stops thinking about it.]
Don't think I've ever seen ya this red! Have you been drinkin'?
[It's a stupid joke, but he needs to breathe for a moment. He's feeling lightheaded. Whereas his long-haired friend might be hesitant, Sakamoto is all for this. Sex in his daily life typically plays out as a business transaction or a drunken mishap, and sometimes a little of both.
Intimacy is something measured in small doses. A quaint smile between friends, a shared gaze, or even silence in the wake of something grand. This is a whole damn lot of it.]
You're still shy, huh? What's the matter?
[Sakamoto hoists Zura up and further out of the water, pulling the other on top of him. The merchant's back hits the wall of the tub.]
[ Katsura doesn't seem too aware of what kind of urges he's beginning to stir with his delicate touches— they're coming natural for him because Sakamoto is somebody who is dear to him. He doesn't even think about tracing his fingertips along the ripples that mold along Sakamoto— right near his shoulder blades and down to the small of his back. Before Katsura knows it, he's relaxing a bit too much and is losing his balance. The surface of the water laps in his ears before he feels himself pulled out and placed in a spot he wasn't thinking about being put in.
Especially like this. Especially naked. Zura can only investigate his new placement by looking around— looking down— alright then— now back up at Sakamoto. His face is beet red.
The next look he gives Sakamoto is more of a scolding one— thin brows pinned together and the corner of his lip twitching to try and suppress something that looked down right angry. Patience, Kotarou. Don't hurt his feelings— especially when you're liking this too. ]
Sakamoto. You're already starting to get excited. —Aren't you?
[ Despite this, Katsura remains on his lap, keeping his expression firm. Though, during this transfer of nearly falling under the water to suddenly being on Sakamoto, Katsura had fixed his hands on Sakamoto's biceps and they remain there, not giving any indication he was going to actually leave.
He's just being difficult, Sakamoto. It begins. The fussing. ]
[At the question, Sakamoto laughs a little bit. Quieter and more softly. He is shameless but ashamed.]
Oiiii, hey! It's hard! I mean, I'm hard but-
[Breathlessly. Gentle hands on his body are enough to get him going, and if he wasn't being careful, he'd let Zura hear a few miserable noises as well.
Not yet, not just yet. He can't scare his friend away.]
Can ya blame me? I fool around a lot, but I've never done this with anybody I like this much! Give me a break.
[Uttered playfully, without spite. He isn't bothered by Zura's words.]
[ 'I've never done this with anybody I like this much.' That phrase gets Katsura's expression to soften— his cheeks even flaring, like they were practically on fire. Looking into Sakamoto's blue eyes that carried a faint glimpse of sadness somewhere behind those bright twinkles was too much at this point. Katsura was embarrassed.
What did he expect, though? They're making out, naked, in a bath tub. Of course things like this are going to happen. It caused Katsura to actually think, though. Were they really going to do those kind of things together now? Did Katsura mind if they did those things? His mind was drawing a blank.
His instinctive move is to hide his face— which he does— plopping face first into Sakamoto's neck and burying himself there. His hands have shifted to place on his partner's chest, silently appreciating the bits of fuzz there. ]
Y—You're so troublesome.
[ ??? What did that even mean? Especially now since his arms were reaching down and around to wrap around Sakamoto's lower middle, right where there was a gap between his back and the bath tub. The embrace pulled their chests flushed together, the pounding of his heart so easily felt along with a warmth that spread all the way up to his shoulders.
Almost bashfully, he lifts his head from Sakamoto's neck to look at him. ]
Kiss me some more. [ no please— not very polite speech— which was kind of odd for Katsura. It was a demand. ]
Troublesome? Ha! You're sayin' one thing but you mean something else entirely.
[Sakamoto has never had anyone to hold, not like this. Even when his arms are wrapped around a woman's body, whether it be naked or fully clothed, the warmth is not the same. As soon as he hears it, the pitch of a laugh too high to be sincere, everything is cold.]
More?
[He responds with just a little peck on the lips, before grinning almost wickedly. A rough thumb brushes over the lower half of Zura's mouth, now raw, tender from their previous liplock.]
How greedy.
[There's no hesitation this time. Sakamoto grabs Zura's face with both hands, kissing him once, twice, three times, each kiss more hungry than the last. Despite his easygoing nature, Sakamoto is starved for affection, he craves human touch, physical intimacy.
Teeth drag Zura's bottom lip outward ever so slightly, though he can't help but smile while doing so.
This all feels so silly. But he wants to keep going.]
[ Katsura retaliates with a bit of a fuss, only smacking his lips slightly when Sakamoto skirts his rugged thumb over his soft lips. His wet lashes close shut when he feels his face being held, lips curving out— anticipating to be kissed like a darling little bride. It was gross. Everything about him was gross, actually. Katsura was such a leech for things like this; he hasn't really experienced it with somebody he trusts as much as Sakamoto anyway. It caused his body to warm and his heart to pound.
When he feels Tatsuma kiss him a few times, showing more vigor each time— a very, very small noise escapes him and is gone in an instant. He feels his whole head chase after Tatsuma's lips when he is bitten, grimacing only slightly by this rougher move. He breathes, resting the edge of his nose against Sakamoto's, half lidded gaze fixating on him again. ]
Kiss me other places. [ Again, this is a demanding tone— but it's spoken a bit more quiet. ]
[ It's so stupid. Sakamoto isn't precisely talking dirty to him— it's hardly dirty— but Katsura likes it. He knows his friend can be really.. obscene if he wanted to be, or not even take his time. Not like Sakamoto had ever been this kind of intimate with him, but it was just the demeanor he gave off in public. Maybe Zura was jumping to assumptions.
His request.. it isn't too much. Katsura's thighs are nice. It's from all of that running, you know— and he's fairly certain if Sakamoto gets that close, he'll pop one for sure. How Tatsuma wants to go about that is up to him, considering the lower half of their bodies are under water.
Katsura gulps, probably right when Sakamoto kisses his neck before moving his head, allowing Tatsuma more room to kiss there if he desires to before saying: ]
You're allowed. [ wow. You're allowed, Sakamoto. Congrats. His palms slide across Sakamoto's stocky shoulders before they wrap around his neck now that he's shifted from the end of the bath tub, holding onto Sakamoto— practically clinging now.
Quietly, he says something else: ]
You're allowed to suck. [ He'll clarify: ]
My skin. [ something about having his dick in Sakamoto's mouth seemed unpleasant, believe it or not. ]
[Zura's presumptions about Sakamoto are incredibly on point, and it shows in the way the curly haired bastard practically sinks his teeth into the other's skin. There's some roughness in the way he sucks and licks at a neck that's gone far too long without any love, but not enough to hurt.
He has to pause for a laugh yet again and closes his lips around Zura's Adam's apple. A deep, throaty chuckle circles around in his throat.]
You're bossy~!
[Maybe he should get going, maybe he should go faster, but he takes the time to look up into Zura's eyes because that's how his old friend likes it, right? He wants to play the long game, make things romantic.
There's sincerity in those wily blue eyes, Sakamoto isn't afraid or ashamed of how he feels, and it shows in his gaze.]
That's okay. I like bein' pushed around.
[The hand on Zura's face has slid to the back of his neck, sifting carefully through dark locks of hair. Briefly, Zura will feel scar tissue before a thumb massages little circles in that general area, and Sakamoto dares to kiss a collarbone.]
[ Zura corrects firmly, though, there seems to be a bit of neediness in his voice once he feels those lips seal over his throat. A shudder crawls up his spine— Sakamoto probably feels it— as his breath tries to steady but only comes out shaky. His eyes are closed, but he's tipping back again, exposing himself without much of a concern. Look how brave and trusting he is! Katsura's fingers crawl around to grip Sakamoto's hair, right near the nape of his neck before he shifts, feeling warmth beginning to settle in the bottom of his stomach.
He allows Sakamoto to treat where ever he wants around his collar bone— that feels really good too, actually. Katsura peeps open an eye to look down at Sakamoto and clears his throat, like he's about to say something but..
[ Katsura's mouth hangs open for just a moment as he tries to figure out how to say what he wants to say, but then Sakamoto goes and says that. Zura feels his throat tighten up, warmth spreading over his face—
How dare he be so charming like this. Stammering, Katsura retaliates: ]
I—It's not! [ He is pretty! And besides, Sakamoto is attractive to him. He's not going to say that so easily though. Of course not. ]
.. I do take care of myself. [ Look, you're stroking his ego. Katsura adverts his gaze. ]
I'm as pretty as a main character. [ The best compliment you could pay him. Keeping his gaze directed at something else, he commands again: ]
Kiss lower, and— put your hands on me some more. [ You can take that as you may, but he really just likes constant touching and feeling the brushing of your hands on his skin. ]
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It was similar to the way all four ( technically five ) of them would look at each other so long ago after coming back from the enemy line, still alive. That is what it reminds Katsura of.
Hesitantly, Katsura asks: ]
Aaaah? Do I have soap on my face?
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[Sakamoto edges closer, the water erupting into tiny little waves as he does. Zura will feel curly, wet hair touch his face as an old comrade gets near enough to blow some of the bubbles from the shampoo onto Zura's cheek.]
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Katsura freezes up, wet lashes grimaces a bit as he is blown in the face, though his eyes make contact with Sakamoto's.
He is so damn close. ]
Ah.
[ .. ]
Did you want to.. be this close to me, Sakamoto..?
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He feels none of these things.]
Why?
Is it weird?
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It's positive attention, and anybody who knows Katsura knows he likes things like this. It's just.. different since it's coming from Sakamoto. ]
It's close.
[ He doesn't say this is good or bad— but for he record, it's a good thing. He feels his throat tighten up— it's difficult for him to swallow. He doesn't show any kidn of affectionate gesture, but what he does do is at least cup the back of Sakamoto's head lightly, possibly to let him know it's okay to be near. ]
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His voice is deeper, but softer too, Sakamoto doesn't speak at this volume very often (if ever).]
We're close, aren't we?
[A dangerous question.
But Zura has always been considered one of Sakamoto's closest friends.]
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Was it just him trying to place Sakamoto in the puzzle space that Gintoki usually kept filled? That kind of puzzle space was that, anyway— platonic or something romantic?
Did that make it wrong? Could Zura be that selfish? ]
This is closer.
[ The way he says that almost makes it feel like a negative thing, but then he holds Tatsuma by the cheek. ]
I like it.
[ —the answer is, yes, Katsura can be that selfish. Gintoki was irreplaceable, yes, but he would try to subconsciously cram somebody in the spot that his dear friend used to be in, which was an entirely wrong thing to do.
He should know better— but for now, he doesn't. He just wants to be happy. ]
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He knows that he isn't Gintoki, would never try to fill his place, but he'd do just about anything to ease Zura's pain. Whatever they're doing, whatever they're going to do, it's a temporary fix but it's something and still special. After all, it's not like they go about doing this with other men, strangers.
He let's his own hand brush over the one on his cheek, closing his eyes as he admits something terrifying:]
Me too.
Bein' lonely really stinks.
[They both aren't the kind of people who do very well alone, Sakamoto with his reckless gambles and Zura with his constant fear of being left behind, but right now what this man wants is to be loved and to love, not carefully but passionately.]
Y'know, if there's somethin' I'm missin' here... You should let me know.
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Fucking tell him about it.
It's been like that all through his life and it's been the hardest feeling for him to run from. People he cares about— they die, they leave, they change. It's something he is so used to by now, he almost expects it from people and that settles him in a bit of insecurity.
Fortunately, Sakamoto has been giving him company, which makes his heart swell and beat from behind his chest. Whatever Katsura is supposed to let Sakamoto know, he doesn't want to admit it. Instead, he looks at Sakamoto sympathetically— he knows that feeling of loneliness— and then goes ahead to make the first move.
His lips meet Tatsuma's softly, not exactly kissing, but speaking against them in a hushed and warm breath: ]
Let's be lonely together, then.
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He lets his hand caress one side of Zura's face, before uttering:]
I'll make sure.
I'll make sure ya aren't lonely. Not tonight.
[And so he leans forward to press their lips together, resisting the urge to kiss his friend almost violently, because everything has to be gentle at first. Zura doesn't do this with just anyone, he's damaged and in need of some personal attention. If he wasn't in such an emotionally vulnerable state, he would have never agreed to this in the first place.
That's fine, it's okay, because Sakamoto has the chance to make him happy. That's worth all the money in the world, and more than that.]
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He felt his stomach drop, probably feeling some uncertainty and nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before-- kissing in the bathtub. Not with Sakamoto or anyone else. He didn't seem to care, though, especially as he leans back, taking his friend with him.
It's kind of slippery and awkward to get comfortable. Sakamoto really has no choice other than letting their bodies flush together to feel right. Katsura has issues getting comfortable, but doesn't dare break off the kiss.
Especially when the tip of his tongue flicks out to skirt across Tatsuma's lips delicately. ]
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He lets Zura take the lead, following the other's grasp and smiling through the kiss once he feels their bodies press together. All too eagerly, he parts his lips to allow Zura's tongue into his mouth, a rookie mistake. Something's off, the angle isn't right, it's clumsy. Sakamoto has to pull back and laugh before he leans in to try again, kissing the side of the other's mouth before angling the girly samurai's chin in his favor and giving him a real open-mouthed kiss.]
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Zura clears his throat when he hears Sakamoto laugh and shifts his dark eyes elsewhere only to flick them back at Sakamoto when he advances back onto him, right when Sakamoto holds his chin and tilts him. ]
Ah.
[ —is the only sound he makes— a sound of understanding before his friend seals off his mouth with his own. It's a little surprising, at first, but Katsura seems to open his mouth wider in greeting, trailing his nails up Sakamoto's back, across his neck, and eventually into his hair where his hand curls tighter. He's holding onto a fistful of hair now, while the other arm snakes tighter around Sakamoto's middle, mainly to ease himself more securely.
Tatsuma could probably feel his cheeks slowly catching on fire with their faces being so close. ]
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The nails on his back of his neck do awaken certain urges, there's a tingle down the back of his spine and in other unmentionable places. He finds himself wanting more, to know every extent of Zura's touch, to be desired and thought about even when he is elsewhere.
But that's too cruel to wish on someone as lonely as Zura, isn't it? It is.
So he stops thinking about it.]
Don't think I've ever seen ya this red! Have you been drinkin'?
[It's a stupid joke, but he needs to breathe for a moment. He's feeling lightheaded. Whereas his long-haired friend might be hesitant, Sakamoto is all for this. Sex in his daily life typically plays out as a business transaction or a drunken mishap, and sometimes a little of both.
Intimacy is something measured in small doses. A quaint smile between friends, a shared gaze, or even silence in the wake of something grand. This is a whole damn lot of it.]
You're still shy, huh? What's the matter?
[Sakamoto hoists Zura up and further out of the water, pulling the other on top of him. The merchant's back hits the wall of the tub.]
Don't wanna sit in my lap?
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Especially like this. Especially naked.
Zura can only investigate his new placement by looking around— looking down— alright then— now back up at Sakamoto. His face is beet red.
The next look he gives Sakamoto is more of a scolding one— thin brows pinned together and the corner of his lip twitching to try and suppress something that looked down right angry. Patience, Kotarou. Don't hurt his feelings— especially when you're liking this too. ]
Sakamoto.
You're already starting to get excited.
—Aren't you?
[ Despite this, Katsura remains on his lap, keeping his expression firm. Though, during this transfer of nearly falling under the water to suddenly being on Sakamoto, Katsura had fixed his hands on Sakamoto's biceps and they remain there, not giving any indication he was going to actually leave.
He's just being difficult, Sakamoto. It begins.
The fussing. ]
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Oiiii, hey! It's hard! I mean, I'm hard but-
[Breathlessly. Gentle hands on his body are enough to get him going, and if he wasn't being careful, he'd let Zura hear a few miserable noises as well.
Not yet, not just yet. He can't scare his friend away.]
Can ya blame me? I fool around a lot, but I've never done this with anybody I like this much! Give me a break.
[Uttered playfully, without spite. He isn't bothered by Zura's words.]
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That phrase gets Katsura's expression to soften— his cheeks even flaring, like they were practically on fire. Looking into Sakamoto's blue eyes that carried a faint glimpse of sadness somewhere behind those bright twinkles was too much at this point. Katsura was embarrassed.
What did he expect, though? They're making out, naked, in a bath tub. Of course things like this are going to happen. It caused Katsura to actually think, though. Were they really going to do those kind of things together now? Did Katsura mind if they did those things? His mind was drawing a blank.
His instinctive move is to hide his face— which he does— plopping face first into Sakamoto's neck and burying himself there. His hands have shifted to place on his partner's chest, silently appreciating the bits of fuzz there. ]
Y—You're so troublesome.
[ ??? What did that even mean? Especially now since his arms were reaching down and around to wrap around Sakamoto's lower middle, right where there was a gap between his back and the bath tub. The embrace pulled their chests flushed together, the pounding of his heart so easily felt along with a warmth that spread all the way up to his shoulders.
Almost bashfully, he lifts his head from Sakamoto's neck to look at him. ]
Kiss me some more.
[ no please— not very polite speech— which was kind of odd for Katsura. It was a demand. ]
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[Sakamoto has never had anyone to hold, not like this. Even when his arms are wrapped around a woman's body, whether it be naked or fully clothed, the warmth is not the same. As soon as he hears it, the pitch of a laugh too high to be sincere, everything is cold.]
More?
[He responds with just a little peck on the lips, before grinning almost wickedly. A rough thumb brushes over the lower half of Zura's mouth, now raw, tender from their previous liplock.]
How greedy.
[There's no hesitation this time. Sakamoto grabs Zura's face with both hands, kissing him once, twice, three times, each kiss more hungry than the last. Despite his easygoing nature, Sakamoto is starved for affection, he craves human touch, physical intimacy.
Teeth drag Zura's bottom lip outward ever so slightly, though he can't help but smile while doing so.
This all feels so silly. But he wants to keep going.]
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[ Katsura retaliates with a bit of a fuss, only smacking his lips slightly when Sakamoto skirts his rugged thumb over his soft lips. His wet lashes close shut when he feels his face being held, lips curving out— anticipating to be kissed like a darling little bride. It was gross. Everything about him was gross, actually. Katsura was such a leech for things like this; he hasn't really experienced it with somebody he trusts as much as Sakamoto anyway. It caused his body to warm and his heart to pound.
When he feels Tatsuma kiss him a few times, showing more vigor each time— a very, very small noise escapes him and is gone in an instant. He feels his whole head chase after Tatsuma's lips when he is bitten, grimacing only slightly by this rougher move.
He breathes, resting the edge of his nose against Sakamoto's, half lidded gaze fixating on him again. ]
Kiss me other places.
[ Again, this is a demanding tone— but it's spoken a bit more quiet. ]
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Doing something sudden, disgusting, and ruining their friendship forever.]
Other places, huh?
You want me to stop at your waist? Or is it okay?
[His nose ghosts along the side of Katsura's jaw, right before he kisses the nape.]
To go lower... Would you like it if I kissed your thighs?
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His request.. it isn't too much. Katsura's thighs are nice. It's from all of that running, you know— and he's fairly certain if Sakamoto gets that close, he'll pop one for sure. How Tatsuma wants to go about that is up to him, considering the lower half of their bodies are under water.
Katsura gulps, probably right when Sakamoto kisses his neck before moving his head, allowing Tatsuma more room to kiss there if he desires to before saying: ]
You're allowed.
[ wow. You're allowed, Sakamoto. Congrats.
His palms slide across Sakamoto's stocky shoulders before they wrap around his neck now that he's shifted from the end of the bath tub, holding onto Sakamoto— practically clinging now.
Quietly, he says something else: ]
You're allowed to suck.
[ He'll clarify: ]
My skin.
[ something about having his dick in Sakamoto's mouth seemed unpleasant, believe it or not. ]
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He has to pause for a laugh yet again and closes his lips around Zura's Adam's apple. A deep, throaty chuckle circles around in his throat.]
You're bossy~!
[Maybe he should get going, maybe he should go faster, but he takes the time to look up into Zura's eyes because that's how his old friend likes it, right? He wants to play the long game, make things romantic.
There's sincerity in those wily blue eyes, Sakamoto isn't afraid or ashamed of how he feels, and it shows in his gaze.]
That's okay. I like bein' pushed around.
[The hand on Zura's face has slid to the back of his neck, sifting carefully through dark locks of hair. Briefly, Zura will feel scar tissue before a thumb massages little circles in that general area, and Sakamoto dares to kiss a collarbone.]
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[ Zura corrects firmly, though, there seems to be a bit of neediness in his voice once he feels those lips seal over his throat. A shudder crawls up his spine— Sakamoto probably feels it— as his breath tries to steady but only comes out shaky. His eyes are closed, but he's tipping back again, exposing himself without much of a concern. Look how brave and trusting he is!
Katsura's fingers crawl around to grip Sakamoto's hair, right near the nape of his neck before he shifts, feeling warmth beginning to settle in the bottom of his stomach.
He allows Sakamoto to treat where ever he wants around his collar bone— that feels really good too, actually. Katsura peeps open an eye to look down at Sakamoto and clears his throat, like he's about to say something but..
Nothing comes out. ]
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Ah, this here-
[He kisses Zura's collarbone briefly.]
It's soooo pretty~! Is that weird, Zura? To say that you're pretty.
You've got nice features! Ahaha.
[look who's blushing now
he just wants to touch ur butt zura]
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How dare he be so charming like this.
Stammering, Katsura retaliates: ]
I—It's not! [ He is pretty! And besides, Sakamoto is attractive to him. He's not going to say that so easily though. Of course not. ]
.. I do take care of myself. [ Look, you're stroking his ego. Katsura adverts his gaze. ]
I'm as pretty as a main character.
[ The best compliment you could pay him.
Keeping his gaze directed at something else, he commands again: ]
Kiss lower, and— put your hands on me some more.
[ You can take that as you may, but he really just likes constant touching and feeling the brushing of your hands on his skin. ]
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