[ 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.]
[ Katsura's face was on fire. The way he reassured him and pressed little kisses on his knuckles caused his heart to pound wildly behind his chest— he can merely stare at Tatsuma and wonder why he hadn't notice this kind of charm before. Maybe he was too preoccupied with Gintoki's presence— always chasing after him and wanting to be by his side to notice these cute and admirable traits Sakamoto has been showing him over the past few days. Had he really been missing out on so much?
And that grin— how could a man smile so much? Katsura envied it.
He nibbles on his lower lip, too flustered to actually speak so it takes him a moment before Zura leans in close and has to whisper it against Sakamoto's ear. It was silly— there wasn't anybody else who could even hear them, but he felt better saying it this way. Still, he felt better muttering this against Sakamoto's ear. He's merely breathing there, right against the shell of his ear, seeming reluctant. Finally, it comes out in a shaking breath: ]
Touch us.. together.
[ Oh no, it's too much! He can't say any more; he can't even guide Sakamoto's hand where they need to go. Instead, he just puts his face in Sakamoto's shoulder with a a big huff. ]
[Furry brows rise in response to that, and he almost looks flabbergasted, almost. It's clear, however, that though his voice is loud it's also playful, and that this is yet another round of Sakamoto's unnecessary theatrics.]
I dunno about that! That sounds so, so--!!!
[Cue an audible gasp.]
Scandalous. Ahhhh, I don't think I can do it, unless I have yer help.
[He squeezes Zura's right hand with his own, indicating that he'll guide him.]
[ He could practically die right now— and Sakamoto isn't helping. Thus, the scolding tone surfaces in his voice— ]
Sakamoto! [ He feels compelled to discipline him? He knows you're just giving him a difficult time but really. It was a big step to say he want something like that! Now you're making fun of him for it. He pulls back entirely out of Sakamoto's shoulder and looks at him, giving him a stern expression. ]
—How am I also supposed to know you're safe..?! [ —and not carrying some weird alien disease from space. He kissed you— can he catch something from kissing you..!? Do space diseases work that way? Is he already done for..!? Why didn't he think of this already?
The fact he admitted he trusted Sakamoto a few minutes ago might as well just go out the window upon this realization. ]
GET YOUR **** OFF OF ME..! [ He's suddenly trying to get off of Sakamoto? There's a bit of panic and splashing around, but he's having difficulty actually standing up out of the tub. His hands have released Sakamoto's and one is placed on the curve of the tub and the other is pressing against the opposite wall as he struggles to stand to his feet and de-tangle himself from his partner.
Not really working.
You should stop him. And never joke with him ever again (which is probably something Sakamoto always does and Katsura never gets it. Ever.) ]
[Sakamoto's hands move to comfort the other man, angling around Zura's back with enough strength to hold him back, but not enough to cause any real damage.]
After all these years, you still can't take a joke! Ah well... I shoulda known better.
[Zura may be struggling frantically, splashing water everywhere, but it doesn't deter Sakamoto in the least. Instead, the spaceman laughs and pulls Zura to his chest again, leaning in to whisper something in the other's ear:]
I went to the doctor last week. C'mon! I'm not that stupid. You're my friend! I wouldn't put ya in any danger like that. 'Sides, after I had my routine whatcham'callit, you were the only person I was spendin' my nights with.
So, so! Unless you've got somethin' ta tell me- I'm pretty sure I'm clean.
[ There's just the flattest look he is giving Sakamoto, nostrils flaring as he snorts it out his nose. ]
I'm not still hard right now, I'm Katsura. [ Fine. White flag. That really was too easy, wasn't it? He lifts his head and pushes some more of his now damp hair off of his cheek, shifting his legs to get comfortable again. One arm snakes around Sakamoto's shoulders and neck so he can hold himself close, and the other fumbles around to find Sakamoto's other hand to hold it again.
[Sakamoto ensures that Zura's hand stays on top of his own, first clenching it with utmost care, scarred palms grazing over calloused ones. Before taking hold of anything hard, the starry-eyed space cadet caresses Zura's hands much like a groom would a bride, feeling them up with such tenderness that one would think this to be more than just a one night stand or a casual fuck between friends.
When he, they, take hold of themselves, Sakamoto lavishes his ex-comrade's throbbing member with much more attention than his own, stroking slowly from base to tip before letting his thumb slide over the slit. He enjoys knowing that his hands are wet with evidence of Zura's pleasure and shame, and he's curious to see what more he will discover about the other samurai when he finally does climax.
On the rare occasions that Sakamoto has tempted women to spread their legs for him, willingly, without the help of his reputation or his wallet, he's enjoyed the intricacy of their orgasms. A person's likes and dislikes can say a lot about a person, and it's no different when it comes to sex. It's strange, perhaps, and telling that Sakamoto enjoys most how women feel in his mouth when they come, because there's something more exciting to him about giving pleasure than receiving it. Closing his eyes and merely listening to the way they sound when everything is almost over can give him a very intimate look into the soul, even if it's a brief one.
Sakamoto's free hand slides around Zura's waist as he leans in for a kiss, though it slides south rather quickly. He gropes a cheek (not too hard, of course, because it's not Zura's taste) before whispering against the other's lips:]
[ Katsura feels even more heat pour into his cheeks— he can only stare at his hand as it is caressed and loved on by this man. He blinks a few times at this intimate gesture, gaze traveling back to his partner's face as he could hear his heart drum in his own ears. What the hell was that? He loved it.
Katsura mutters his name, quietly, as in question before their palms are reaching down, under the water, and folding around both of their slick cocks. His voice hangs in his throat, preventing him to question any further— his lips tucking inward briefly before Sakamoto seals his mouth over his.
A very quiet and low hum bellows from his throat as he feels himself being handled. It only takes a matter of seconds before he feels his hips roll forward— carefully and smoothly— against Sakamoto and their palms. He almost forgets what to do with his own hand for a moment, a slight gasp being heard when the pad of his friend's finger skirts over his slit. Katsura wraps his thumb around them both, but the very end of it traces up and down in a repeated motion against the side of Sakamoto's length— right over the thickest vein.
How did he come to this? He would have never imagined being in this situation and really enjoying it with Sakamoto. Tell him this years ago and he would have laughed. Surely their friendship didn't need to bloom because of the loss of a mutual friend, but they both felt a terrible loneliness without that person in their lives anymore. Would being intimate with one another take this kind of pain of way? Of course not— but it was a fleeting pleasure.
Another smooth buck against them— a bit slippery— and Zura feels his back end grabbed. He stops moving everything, practically a deer in headlights at the question. That? Sakamoto was wanting to do that to him? He really couldn't say; he really didn't know what to say. His brain was growing foggy enough as it is and his dark eyes can only stare at Sakamoto for a few moments.
He remains close in Sakamoto's space to respond, and when he does, his voice sounds low and needy; his statement is firm: ]
O—Only if you can make me feel good. [ Coming from Katsura, of all people, it sounded pretty hot, even if there was some hesitance at first.
Then, the worry settles back in his vocals with his next sentence: ] Only if you do it safe..!
[Fleeting pleasure, perhaps, or something entirely new? Sakamoto looks to the future when it comes to opportunities, and while they'd never want to lose someone so dear, this is just another way to explore the depths of their friendship.
A heavy sigh passes from between his lips, the first indication of a noise that hasn't been restrained, held deep inside himself. Zura doesn't seem like he enjoys loudness, does he? While Sakamoto revels in it, the shameful moans of a partner unable to keep quiet, his volume might be embarrassing to his friend. Still, Sakamoto wants more, to be touched more, to feel as though he's necessary, wanted.
It's not as though that satisfaction is there- Even when business isn't bustling, he's proud to be one of the leaders of the Kaientai, to have the help of so many wonderful people. He's crazy, perhaps not nearly as practical as Mutsu and far more action-prone, but his ideas, drive, and optimism are essentially for those wild leaps forward.
Still, it's nice to be needed in bed, too. To have someone call you on the phone and ask for your company at night, for them to bury their head in your shoulder and whisper your name...]
You don't think I can? Tsk, tsk! Z-u-r-a~!
Do ya really doubt me that much? I'm better in bed than you think.
[He turns his head to the side, eyeing the lube that's just within reach. Why is it there???? Stupid yaoi continuity. yes ok]
[ In retaliation, Zura raises his voice slightly: ] It's not that I don't think you can—! I want to know that you will.
[ Don't waste him all this time and embarrassment. What a bossy thing. He also doesn't feel much of a need to answer Sakamoto's other There's a huff of hot air that passes his lips before he tilts his head to kiss Sakamoto eagerly again. This time, his hand squeezes them both, and Zura, to his dismay, releases a soft moan right into his partner's mouth.
If Tatsuma did it, he'll do it too. His fingers shift and slip to the tip of Sakamoto's prick, rolling over the slit in a circular motion before he pulls his lips back, panting in the small space they shared. It's gentle pressure— nothing too firm— before he encourages the speed that they're going at with his hand; up and down, up and down.
Unlike Sakamoto, he doesn't notice the lube hanging out over there. How convenient! ]
[Immediately, Sakamoto's hips buck at the result of that not so idle graze, and he ruts forward a couple of times. His hands reach over the side of the tub but his fingers fumble with the lube container, and it rolls out of his grasp. Perhaps he's stalling because he likes making Zura wait, and he finds that flustered expression cute.]
Why are you so embarrassed, huh?
I've done stupider stuff in front of you before!
[Sakamoto tries again, but, alas... The container slips from his hand this time too. Thanks, wet fingers.]
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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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And that grin— how could a man smile so much? Katsura envied it.
He nibbles on his lower lip, too flustered to actually speak so it takes him a moment before Zura leans in close and has to whisper it against Sakamoto's ear. It was silly— there wasn't anybody else who could even hear them, but he felt better saying it this way. Still, he felt better muttering this against Sakamoto's ear. He's merely breathing there, right against the shell of his ear, seeming reluctant. Finally, it comes out in a shaking breath: ]
Touch us.. together.
[ Oh no, it's too much! He can't say any more; he can't even guide Sakamoto's hand where they need to go. Instead, he just puts his face in Sakamoto's shoulder with a a big huff. ]
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[Furry brows rise in response to that, and he almost looks flabbergasted, almost. It's clear, however, that though his voice is loud it's also playful, and that this is yet another round of Sakamoto's unnecessary theatrics.]
I dunno about that! That sounds so, so--!!!
[Cue an audible gasp.]
Scandalous. Ahhhh, I don't think I can do it, unless I have yer help.
[He squeezes Zura's right hand with his own, indicating that he'll guide him.]
I want you to touch me too.
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Sakamoto!
[ He feels compelled to discipline him? He knows you're just giving him a difficult time but really. It was a big step to say he want something like that! Now you're making fun of him for it. He pulls back entirely out of Sakamoto's shoulder and looks at him, giving him a stern expression. ]
—How am I also supposed to know you're safe..?!
[ —and not carrying some weird alien disease from space. He kissed you— can he catch something from kissing you..!? Do space diseases work that way? Is he already done for..!? Why didn't he think of this already?
The fact he admitted he trusted Sakamoto a few minutes ago might as well just go out the window upon this realization. ]
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[In an absurdly serious tone of voice, with an expression and furrowed brows to match:]
You've already kissed me.
[Sakamoto shakes his head mournfully, as if this really is something to worry about.]
It's too late.
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2.2
[ He's suddenly trying to get off of Sakamoto? There's a bit of panic and splashing around, but he's having difficulty actually standing up out of the tub. His hands have released Sakamoto's and one is placed on the curve of the tub and the other is pressing against the opposite wall as he struggles to stand to his feet and de-tangle himself from his partner.
Not really working.
You should stop him. And never joke with him ever again (which is probably something Sakamoto always does and Katsura never gets it. Ever.) ]
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[Sakamoto's hands move to comfort the other man, angling around Zura's back with enough strength to hold him back, but not enough to cause any real damage.]
After all these years, you still can't take a joke! Ah well... I shoulda known better.
[Zura may be struggling frantically, splashing water everywhere, but it doesn't deter Sakamoto in the least. Instead, the spaceman laughs and pulls Zura to his chest again, leaning in to whisper something in the other's ear:]
I went to the doctor last week. C'mon! I'm not that stupid. You're my friend! I wouldn't put ya in any danger like that. 'Sides, after I had my routine whatcham'callit, you were the only person I was spendin' my nights with.
So, so! Unless you've got somethin' ta tell me- I'm pretty sure I'm clean.
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His eyes narrow suspiciously as he peers up at the taller man, though he remains cuddled near his chest. ]
—You're pretty sure.
[ Not 100% sure? There's doubt in his voice. Please make this situation better, Sakamoto. ]
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[A definite tone of voice, as Sakamoto takes a pointed look down.]
And I'm pretty sure you're still hard right now, too.
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I'm not still hard right now, I'm Katsura.
[ Fine. White flag. That really was too easy, wasn't it? He lifts his head and pushes some more of his now damp hair off of his cheek, shifting his legs to get comfortable again. One arm snakes around Sakamoto's shoulders and neck so he can hold himself close, and the other fumbles around to find Sakamoto's other hand to hold it again.
Go on— you can guide him. ]
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When he, they, take hold of themselves, Sakamoto lavishes his ex-comrade's throbbing member with much more attention than his own, stroking slowly from base to tip before letting his thumb slide over the slit. He enjoys knowing that his hands are wet with evidence of Zura's pleasure and shame, and he's curious to see what more he will discover about the other samurai when he finally does climax.
On the rare occasions that Sakamoto has tempted women to spread their legs for him, willingly, without the help of his reputation or his wallet, he's enjoyed the intricacy of their orgasms. A person's likes and dislikes can say a lot about a person, and it's no different when it comes to sex. It's strange, perhaps, and telling that Sakamoto enjoys most how women feel in his mouth when they come, because there's something more exciting to him about giving pleasure than receiving it. Closing his eyes and merely listening to the way they sound when everything is almost over can give him a very intimate look into the soul, even if it's a brief one.
Sakamoto's free hand slides around Zura's waist as he leans in for a kiss, though it slides south rather quickly. He gropes a cheek (not too hard, of course, because it's not Zura's taste) before whispering against the other's lips:]
Do you want fingers, too?
One or two?
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Katsura mutters his name, quietly, as in question before their palms are reaching down, under the water, and folding around both of their slick cocks. His voice hangs in his throat, preventing him to question any further— his lips tucking inward briefly before Sakamoto seals his mouth over his.
A very quiet and low hum bellows from his throat as he feels himself being handled. It only takes a matter of seconds before he feels his hips roll forward— carefully and smoothly— against Sakamoto and their palms. He almost forgets what to do with his own hand for a moment, a slight gasp being heard when the pad of his friend's finger skirts over his slit. Katsura wraps his thumb around them both, but the very end of it traces up and down in a repeated motion against the side of Sakamoto's length— right over the thickest vein.
How did he come to this? He would have never imagined being in this situation and really enjoying it with Sakamoto. Tell him this years ago and he would have laughed. Surely their friendship didn't need to bloom because of the loss of a mutual friend, but they both felt a terrible loneliness without that person in their lives anymore. Would being intimate with one another take this kind of pain of way? Of course not— but it was a fleeting pleasure.
Another smooth buck against them— a bit slippery— and Zura feels his back end grabbed. He stops moving everything, practically a deer in headlights at the question.
That? Sakamoto was wanting to do that to him? He really couldn't say; he really didn't know what to say. His brain was growing foggy enough as it is and his dark eyes can only stare at Sakamoto for a few moments.
He remains close in Sakamoto's space to respond, and when he does, his voice sounds low and needy; his statement is firm: ]
O—Only if you can make me feel good.
[ Coming from Katsura, of all people, it sounded pretty hot, even if there was some hesitance at first.
Then, the worry settles back in his vocals with his next sentence: ]
Only if you do it safe..!
[ and then: ]
One first..!
[ well, duh. ]
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A heavy sigh passes from between his lips, the first indication of a noise that hasn't been restrained, held deep inside himself. Zura doesn't seem like he enjoys loudness, does he? While Sakamoto revels in it, the shameful moans of a partner unable to keep quiet, his volume might be embarrassing to his friend. Still, Sakamoto wants more, to be touched more, to feel as though he's necessary, wanted.
It's not as though that satisfaction is there- Even when business isn't bustling, he's proud to be one of the leaders of the Kaientai, to have the help of so many wonderful people. He's crazy, perhaps not nearly as practical as Mutsu and far more action-prone, but his ideas, drive, and optimism are essentially for those wild leaps forward.
Still, it's nice to be needed in bed, too. To have someone call you on the phone and ask for your company at night, for them to bury their head in your shoulder and whisper your name...]
You don't think I can? Tsk, tsk! Z-u-r-a~!
Do ya really doubt me that much? I'm better in bed than you think.
[He turns his head to the side, eyeing the lube that's just within reach. Why is it there???? Stupid yaoi continuity. yes ok]
Haven't I given you everythin' ya wanted so far?
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It's not that I don't think you can—! I want to know that you will.
[ Don't waste him all this time and embarrassment. What a bossy thing. He also doesn't feel much of a need to answer Sakamoto's other
There's a huff of hot air that passes his lips before he tilts his head to kiss Sakamoto eagerly again. This time, his hand squeezes them both, and Zura, to his dismay, releases a soft moan right into his partner's mouth.
If Tatsuma did it, he'll do it too. His fingers shift and slip to the tip of Sakamoto's prick, rolling over the slit in a circular motion before he pulls his lips back, panting in the small space they shared. It's gentle pressure— nothing too firm— before he encourages the speed that they're going at with his hand; up and down, up and down.
Unlike Sakamoto, he doesn't notice the lube hanging out over there. How convenient! ]
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Why are you so embarrassed, huh?
I've done stupider stuff in front of you before!
[Sakamoto tries again, but, alas... The container slips from his hand this time too. Thanks, wet fingers.]
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