[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. ]
More like, more like! As pretty as the main character's love interest.
[Who is usually way hotter than the useless main character???]
Eh, where? Here?
[Sakamoto lets his hand glide over the right side of Zura's body, pinching the skin at the hip.]
Or here?
[His left (aka the good one rip right hand) travels down to Zura's corresponding nipple, which he teases between his thumb and his index finger. Laughing for the umpteenth time, he bows his head to kiss it, before uttering almost nervously:]
Y'know, a lot of guys don't like this stuff! But that's okay. I'll give it a go, haha...
[Just like with girls right? But no biting... There's not a lot of wiggle room. Jiggle room? Nothing's jiggling!
Sakamoto lets his tongue flicker over it before closing his mouth and sucking, though everything about this feels weird. Maybe it's because he's done it so many times before, but with other people.]
[ Stop. He's so embarrassing— saying stuff like this. It actually gets a coy smile to tug on the corners of his lips as he observes Sakamoto silently.. until he gets hold of that rosy nub of his. Hello, that's a wake up call! Katsura's reaction is also embarrassing, a squeak erupting from his throat. That was humiliating— pretend you didn't hear that.
Zura burrows his face down low, right into Sakamoto's fluffy and damp hair to try and hide himself again, breathing right into his ear. His swallows, trying to keep as quiet as he can, but a soft noise also passes his lips: ]
H..aaah. [ It felt.. weird, but Katsura liked it, and his body was reacting positively to it. He doesn't confirm that's what he wanted, but his body gave every indication it was so. His legs shift, stirring the water some, but he feels the need to clarify.
Katsura talks against his ear: ]
Please don't bite. [ just to!!! make sure.. listen to him use that polite speech, too. What a change. ]
It was a bashful move to bury his face into Sakamoto's many curls, and even if the wanton panting is muffled, Sakamoto can feel it against his scalp, like he can feel the nipple hardening beneath his tongue as he darts it to and fro. His other hand fiddles with a nub, thumb coaxing it back and forth.]
I won't.
[He kisses the underside of that same pectoral muscle, wanton hand scratching over the other, but not hard enough to pierce skin or cause pain.]
Go easy on me, okay? I've never done this sorta thing with a guy. Not that I remember, anyway!
[Sakamoto doesn't wonder if it's okay to ask, he just does-]
[ His body felt warm, but the water and air still was lukewarm; almost cold. It was a mixture of temperatures and it caused his body to shudder. Each movement felt more and more pleasurable by the moment-- he hardly realizes he is pushing his chest out closer into Sakamoto's lips; into his touch. His back curves, making a beautiful arch for a moment as he leans his head away from Sakamoto's chocolate colored curls.
What he does next might surprise Tatsuma. Katsura slides his leg around, stradding his partner boldly. Once he settles, he pushes some of his hair behind his ear, looking down at Sakamoto.
His eye lids have fallen halfway shut at this point. ]
--I am not scared of you. I can't be scared of someone I trust-- I just.. want you to know what I like.
[ before Sakamoto knows it, Zura is dipping in and down for a lopsided, open mouthed kiss, embarrassed he allowed their teeth to clash. His arms cloak around Sakamoto's neck and shoulders, not daring to let go anytime soon.
Should he tell Sakamoto he has done this before with another man? Nah. ]
[Sakamoto isn't at all prepared for that random act of "kindness," and he reflexively thrusts his hips forward in surprise, a knee-jerk reaction. It's then that he feels warm flesh against his own, and is suddenly struck by an unfamiliar sensation, that he still has a virginity of sorts to lose.
Gasping, he stops what he's doing to wrap his arms around Zura as he's pulled in for an unexpected kiss, opening his mouth wide. He's unbothered by the clash of teeth, messy makeouts are to his liking, and he can feel not just his cheeks but his ears warming up as Zura's tongue explores his mouth.
He's only touched himself before, but it shouldn't be that hard right? To pleasure another man. Zura is prissy, but they're friends, he wouldn't-]
[ He feels it, too. There really isn't any turning back now (there wasn't any turning back once Sakamoto put Zura's naked body on his lap, honestly.) Usually, Katsura has a plan of action when it comes to .. basically everything. Having sex, with as rarely as he does it, is no exception. But for some reason, he doesn't want to stop and talk and plan. He just wants to keep kissing Sakamoto fervently— sealing his lips over the top portion of Sakamoto's and sucking ever-so softly. He slows down his enthusiasm to dip his nose down and grace Sakamoto's lower lip next, his red cheek resting against Sakamoto's face.
Finally, he does let go, but keeps their kiss sealed— posture showing stiffness or uncertainty. Katsura eases himself, craning his head to the side to slip his tongue further inside, skirting across Sakamoto's for only a fleeting moment as his hands travel further and further down Sakamoto's arms, quietly appreciating their build until—
—they both reach around and tangle with Sakamoto's hands. He holds them both out to the side, his own fingers fidgeting clumsily until they slip through the spaces in Sakamoto's fingers, holding them delicately and loosely.
He adored Sakamoto's hands. He always admired them from a distance— appreciating their firm grip on his shoulders as they walked together years ago; appreciating the comfort they brought even though they were soaked in blood when it was cold and rainy and there was no other place to go but onward.
Now, it was different— even with the nasty scar baring into his flesh, Katsura adored them. They belonged to somebody dear to him that he knows will never change.
Katsura pulls back to bump his head against Sakamoto's, catching his breath as his feel his fingers curl up gently in his friend's hold. He leans back in the very slightest, enough to look Sakamoto in the eyes again. There is a soft smile tweaking on the corners of his lips— happiness? Was it really that easy? It couldn't be something like that.. but it was definitely something sincere; some kind of contentment. ]
I'm embarrassed.. [ His voice sounded scratchy— almost yearning, which he promptly tries to fix by clearing his dry throat. All he really needed to communicate to you, for now. He says this, tipping his forehead forward again to bump against Sakamoto's once more, no doubt to hide his face and expression. His hands, still holding Sakamoto's, bounce up and down as an idle way to circuit his nerves— up and down, up and down. Zura takes a harsh breath. ]
[Sakamoto's right hand can no longer slice through flesh or operate anything that requires extreme force and precise muscle movement, it still nurtures. Perhaps that's for the best- There's no need to kill anymore, because he can't, not like that. Killing with a bullet or from a distance is different. You can stand far from a target and watch them fall, you aren't nearby hearing the breathe leave their lungs and the light leave their eyes. At the very least, he's regained the function of his fingers, they work just fine, even though sometimes they are hard to bend (only sometimes, when he has exhausted them).
Zura's pretty good at kissing for someone who hardly ever does it. It's a peek into his desires; for all his prudish talk and strict behavior, he too must have imagined being touched like this for quite some time.
There is light in Zura's eyes, something that wasn't there before, that hasn't been there for quite sometimes.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto pulls one hand towards his face, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles.]
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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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[Who is usually way hotter than the useless main character???]
Eh, where? Here?
[Sakamoto lets his hand glide over the right side of Zura's body, pinching the skin at the hip.]
Or here?
[His left (aka the good one rip right hand) travels down to Zura's corresponding nipple, which he teases between his thumb and his index finger. Laughing for the umpteenth time, he bows his head to kiss it, before uttering almost nervously:]
Y'know, a lot of guys don't like this stuff! But that's okay. I'll give it a go, haha...
[Just like with girls right? But no biting... There's not a lot of wiggle room. Jiggle room? Nothing's jiggling!
Sakamoto lets his tongue flicker over it before closing his mouth and sucking, though everything about this feels weird. Maybe it's because he's done it so many times before, but with other people.]
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Zura burrows his face down low, right into Sakamoto's fluffy and damp hair to try and hide himself again, breathing right into his ear. His swallows, trying to keep as quiet as he can, but a soft noise also passes his lips: ]
H..aaah.
[ It felt.. weird, but Katsura liked it, and his body was reacting positively to it. He doesn't confirm that's what he wanted, but his body gave every indication it was so. His legs shift, stirring the water some, but he feels the need to clarify.
Katsura talks against his ear: ]
Please don't bite.
[ just to!!! make sure.. listen to him use that polite speech, too. What a change. ]
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He wants to hear everything.
It was a bashful move to bury his face into Sakamoto's many curls, and even if the wanton panting is muffled, Sakamoto can feel it against his scalp, like he can feel the nipple hardening beneath his tongue as he darts it to and fro. His other hand fiddles with a nub, thumb coaxing it back and forth.]
I won't.
[He kisses the underside of that same pectoral muscle, wanton hand scratching over the other, but not hard enough to pierce skin or cause pain.]
Go easy on me, okay? I've never done this sorta thing with a guy. Not that I remember, anyway!
[Sakamoto doesn't wonder if it's okay to ask, he just does-]
You're not scared of me, are ya?
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What he does next might surprise Tatsuma. Katsura slides his leg around, stradding his partner boldly. Once he settles, he pushes some of his hair behind his ear, looking down at Sakamoto.
His eye lids have fallen halfway shut at this point. ]
--I am not scared of you. I can't be scared of someone I trust-- I just.. want you to know what I like.
[ before Sakamoto knows it, Zura is dipping in and down for a lopsided, open mouthed kiss, embarrassed he allowed their teeth to clash. His arms cloak around Sakamoto's neck and shoulders, not daring to let go anytime soon.
Should he tell Sakamoto he has done this before with another man?
Nah. ]
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Gasping, he stops what he's doing to wrap his arms around Zura as he's pulled in for an unexpected kiss, opening his mouth wide. He's unbothered by the clash of teeth, messy makeouts are to his liking, and he can feel not just his cheeks but his ears warming up as Zura's tongue explores his mouth.
He's only touched himself before, but it shouldn't be that hard right? To pleasure another man. Zura is prissy, but they're friends, he wouldn't-]
Ah...! Ha...
[Sakamoto can't remember ever feeling this shy.]
O-okay, yeah! Okay then, you can t-talk ta me...
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Finally, he does let go, but keeps their kiss sealed— posture showing stiffness or uncertainty. Katsura eases himself, craning his head to the side to slip his tongue further inside, skirting across Sakamoto's for only a fleeting moment as his hands travel further and further down Sakamoto's arms, quietly appreciating their build until—
—they both reach around and tangle with Sakamoto's hands. He holds them both out to the side, his own fingers fidgeting clumsily until they slip through the spaces in Sakamoto's fingers, holding them delicately and loosely.
He adored Sakamoto's hands. He always admired them from a distance— appreciating their firm grip on his shoulders as they walked together years ago; appreciating the comfort they brought even though they were soaked in blood when it was cold and rainy and there was no other place to go but onward.
Now, it was different— even with the nasty scar baring into his flesh, Katsura adored them. They belonged to somebody dear to him that he knows will never change.
Katsura pulls back to bump his head against Sakamoto's, catching his breath as his feel his fingers curl up gently in his friend's hold. He leans back in the very slightest, enough to look Sakamoto in the eyes again. There is a soft smile tweaking on the corners of his lips— happiness? Was it really that easy? It couldn't be something like that.. but it was definitely something sincere; some kind of contentment. ]
I'm embarrassed..
[ His voice sounded scratchy— almost yearning, which he promptly tries to fix by clearing his dry throat. All he really needed to communicate to you, for now. He says this, tipping his forehead forward again to bump against Sakamoto's once more, no doubt to hide his face and expression. His hands, still holding Sakamoto's, bounce up and down as an idle way to circuit his nerves— up and down, up and down. Zura takes a harsh breath. ]
What I want— it's embarrassing..
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Zura's pretty good at kissing for someone who hardly ever does it. It's a peek into his desires; for all his prudish talk and strict behavior, he too must have imagined being touched like this for quite some time.
There is light in Zura's eyes, something that wasn't there before, that hasn't been there for quite sometimes.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto pulls one hand towards his face, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles.]
I don't think so. There's nothin' shameful-
[There's that devil may care grin again.]
About knowin' what'cha want.
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