[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.]
[ He's so ungraceful. Katsura scoffs directly at Sakamoto's clumsiness once he realizes what he is after. In an impatient tone, he snips back at Tatsuma: ]
Shut up— [ goodness, that was rude... ] Don't remind me that I'm embarrassed--! I—It's... embarrassing! [ He finally stops pumping with his hand, beginning to lose his breath in front of Sakamoto. Who knew he could get so worked up so quickly? He fidgets with the hand, reaching around Sakamoto— lower, lower—
..to pull the drain from behind him. Maybe with it being less wet it'll be less slippery. We can only hope.
Katsura pulls back slightly and looks at Sakamoto expectantly: ]
Do I need to get that? [ like it was some big offense for him to reach over and out of the tub to get that. How dare he. ]
[ Well, there's a compliment in there somewhere, but Katsura is left just looking at him, baffled. Sakamoto.. is not wrong; he really isn't— which for some reason causes the snippy tone to return to Zura's voice. Teach him? Teach him? ]
Sakamoto! [ ugh, absolutely hopeless. Katsura cannot even believe himself right now— he cannot even believe they're in a bath tub that has drained down by now, doing something like this together. Again, he can't look at Sakamoto, so he opts to resting his cheek against Sakamoto's face. Humiliating.
He'll.. teach you himself— physically, maybe— another time— but not when he is aching to feel Sakamoto's fingers press and curl against the inside of him. A bit commanding, again, he breathes against Tatsuma's ear, though it came out like a slight hiss. Kinda intimidating! ]
Prepare thoroughly and put one in— now. [ He'll teach you verbally this time and feels like he doesn't need to explain that part. With another slight huff, he talks against Tatsuma's skin: ]
To the first knuckle and wait. [ it can't be too hard, right.. ]
[Sakamoto is singed not by the disdain in Zura's voice, but by the fiery nature of something hot, something else entirely. He can't recall the last time someone has craved his touch so badly, and even now he has yet to understand that he's mistakenly set something ablaze in his friend's heart, no matter how small or dim the flame.
He flinches, continuing to lavish Zura's cock with affection, forgetting about himself almost entirely. In his quiet misery and carefully hidden sorrow, Sakamoto has crossed a line that even a notorious personal wall-breaker like himself would have never considered in anything more than a wet dream, but he does not lament. There is no way to turn time backwards so he'll carry on, trudging forward in a manner as reckless as he is bold.
Maybe the weight of what he's done, what he's doing, and what he'll continue to do has not come to light as of yet. In almost every regard, he's been second string to the other three, in both friendship and swordsmanship now that he can't properly handle one, but it has never bothered him. Sakamoto has always been true to his own strengths, and despite his stupidity he's always been quite sharp when it comes to looking into people hearts. His methods are eccentric, yes, but his business savvy remains impeccable. He has no idea that this could lead to something more permanent.
Popping the cap off the container with one hand is no small feat, but he manages to do so, coating his index finger with lube. Sakamoto is earnest in every regard, but clumsy as well, his elbow hits the side of the tube as he tries to get his hand in position again, prying Zura open slowly but carefully. He massages gently, unsure.]
Just to the knuckle, aaa? Ahahaha! I've never thought too hard about it, but this does seem kinda weird.
[How exactly does he do it? Is it the same way as it is with women? But there's not as much space in this particular hole. Does he stroke with a come hither motion, or just push? Either way, that second option doesn't sound very graceful.
At least Zura is talking. That'll give him enough to go off of.]
[ Sakamoto's laughter right near his face is loud— it causes Katsura to flinch from the sound more so than the fact he's sticking just the very edge of a digit in. Katsura doesn't feel tensed at all down there since he encouraged Sakamoto to go nice and easy (and it's not like Zura isn't accustomed to having his own fingers up there now and then— not like Sakamoto needs to know that) so that's good. Maybe it's another sign of trust, even if Katsura was slightly apprehensive about all of this. Too late now.
But somewhere in that boom of noise, Katsura likes to hear it. It's familiar and warm. He doesn't allow any indication of fondness lay in his voice, however. Even with the attention drawn to his member, Katsura contains any noises of pleasure like the stoic warrior he is. How strong and noble! It'll be nice to see him vulnerable to writhing when he finally gives way, won't it? It all depends on what Sakamoto does.
Don't fuck up, Tatsuma.
Whatever flame his friend has ignited, Katsura seems to be drawn in like a moth— without realizing it. Will he regret it? There is a possibility of that being the case— but like Tatsuma— he has no choice but to continue to go forward. Isn't that what he always does? Don't they all do that with everything— just by different ways?
Before Sakamoto can get too into this, Katsura will shift slightly, his back curling easily again, exposing is backside more for his partner. He's halfways off of Sakamoto's lap by now, keeping himself steady by putting a hand on the side of the tub and one knee on the floor of it. He still keeps his head close against Sakamoto's ear and Zura is even gracious enough to press a kiss to the shell of his ear, possibly to reassure him; especially after using a sharp tone at him.
His voice is low, quiet and controlled— but it's through a very thin veil of desperation. ]
Circles for a moment— then go to the second knuckle. Circles again— [ wow, he is diligent and particular with himself, isn't he? ] —Then furher... if you can tell I feel good.
[ Though, Sakamoto and Zura have miscommunication a lot. Let's see how this goes over. ]
[Zura doesn't have to tell him, the fact that he knows how to do this so well is enough of an indicator. He's done this many times. Sakamoto knows that Zura is disciplined, most likely this isn't something he does daily or very often, but often enough to know what he's doing.
A soft murmur builds in his throat, a hum of satisfaction.]
Mmmmm.
[Zura is very lonely. And that's why his behavior is so erratic and downright irritating for some, he clamors for attention but once he gets it he eats it all up, still hungry for more. This must be far better for him than a saucy evening alone in a makeshift bed, but Sakamoto wonders how and why Zura does these things. Is he regular? Does he do it when he's feeling sad, angry, triumphant? Any or all of the three?
Oddly enough, Sakamoto is pretty good at following instructions. The first time, he circles slowly, every callous on that finger of his making contact with sensitive membranes. He kisses Zura back as he slides in further, circling faster this time, and punctuating with added pressure to where he feels the space end. As if that weren't enough, he flicks the end of his finger (not too hard) against whatever he can feel.]
[ Good. It's good that Sakamoto is a good listener here— where it actually matters— because he doesn't appreciate it when people handle him roughly or in a way he doesn't like. That wasn't his kind of thing, where as some people love it. Zura knowing somebody is willing to be extra concerned about his needs and wants just makes him desire them even more— and that's a secret that maybe Sakamoto will catch onto eventually.
As Tatsuma rotates the digit within him, he'll also receive more indication he is taking this well. His breath is beginning to draw shallow again, chest rising and falling as each circular motion feels better than the one before. His other hand that is free is giving Sakamoto some attention, still, even with how foggy is mind is becoming. He pumps him before giving some slightly squeezes then pumps down again— nothing too complicated. It's a pity Zura isn't one to like sucking dick, cause he could probably take care of Sakamoto even better in that regard.
By the time Sakamoto flicks his finger, it does cause a shudder to run up his spine. He's not quite getting where he wants it, but it's already close to where he wants it... which is frustrating. You have one job, Sakamoto. ]
Shut up. [ He doesn't answer, but the fact more pre-cum is running down the side of his length— over the edge of Sakamoto's hand if he is still holding him there— should clearly show that this is the way he prefers. Looks like he is really putting you to work. ]
You're still sayin' stuff like that! Don't ya know me?
[He can't shut up, that's kind of his shtick.]
Doesn't it drive you wild?
[It's disgusting, how this man says such shitty things with such great confidence.
He lets himself moan a little too loudly against Zura's cheek, though he's far more apt when it comes to observations than one might think. His friend is self-centered when it comes to sex, also because he doesn't have it often, and the one person he's desired his whole life isn't all that affectionate.
Wasn't, right. He's not here anymore- Sakamoto has to keep talking, he can't think about that.]
Zura. Y'know why I'm doin' all this for ya, right?
[In and out.
This part isn't tricky, so he's a little less gentle with it, curiously observing Zura's reactions. He thrusts hard with his finger, going a little deeper each time. Sakamoto isn't sure if he's hitting the right thing, but he's hitting something for sure.]
I know it may not seem like it, what with me soarin' through space 'n all, but-!
[He plants a kiss on dark hair. Is he being to hesitant with his hands? Sakamoto wonders.]
[ It's all just noise ringing in Katsura's ears as he natters on— it's hard to listen when he's feeling something enter his body in and out like that. It's rushed; not particularly Katsura's taste and Sakamoto might see that in the way he tenses up, a small strained out daring to escape from behind his teeth. Ow, he wasn't expecting that kind of speed! He's about to give Sakamoto a scolding, but seemingly out of nowhere, he hits that delicate bundle of nerves for just a brief moment.
Of course, it's fleeting, but it's enough to cause him to tremble, a surprised ah escaping from the depth of his throat. The rest of his body reacts, too, hips churning into Sakamoto's finger-- no, wait, come back.. you were getting it. Idiot.
I care about you, he says, right as he brushes his digit against his prostate. Awesome timing. Just the passing sensation is enough to cause him to clench the side of the tub. Katsura pulls back— panting— embarrassed and amazed at himself for getting so worked up over a single finger. Nothing but hot air is shared between them as all Katsura can seem to do is breathe out and not in, half lidded gaze fixing on Sakamoto and his grin as he merely smiles through this whole thing. His honest statement is going to have to wait for a response— Zura is having a hard time drifting back to Earth after hearing such sincere words accompanied by this kind of attention.
He's familiar, now, with one finger, so now he encourages two. ]
P—put, haah— [ Katsura removes his hand from Sakamoto's prick, and holds up two sticky looking fingers, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip. Alright, two fingers. But what he does next is.. scissor them— back and forth, back and forth. He wants you to do that... inside of him. Hopefully you can understand that ]
Slow at first.. then— [ He trusts you know what to do. ]
If you don't— do that again— touch that again. I will kill you. [ ??????????? ]
[Blue eyes watch with heated anticipation, earnest in their gaze as Zura can barely pull a sentence together. Sakamoto bites his lip so hard it becomes raw, although he doesn't notice. He's too transfixed by Zura's wildly erotic behavior.]
I'd rather it be by your hands. If you're the one who's touchin' me, right when everything's just about over-
[There is some sick pleasure he's always derived from watching people unravel, as is typical of a notorious rulebreaker. This explanation is unnecessary, Sakamoto knows how to use his fingers in this particular manner, and yet he's thankful for the demonstration all the same.
The taller man leans over to kiss those disastrously sticky fingers despite their bitter taste and the unpleasant smell. Right about now, he looks up and makes eye contact though his own are half-lidded, and in a voice that's soft and almost quiet:]
[Sakamoto whistles and pulls a very disgusting hand off the other's cock. Zura likes it more from the back, so... Maybe he should just focus on one place.]
Ah! I've got to coat the second finger, right? With this.
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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.
1.2
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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Katsura scoffs directly at Sakamoto's clumsiness once he realizes what he is after. In an impatient tone, he snips back at Tatsuma: ]
Shut up— [ goodness, that was rude... ] Don't remind me that I'm embarrassed--! I—It's... embarrassing!
[ He finally stops pumping with his hand, beginning to lose his breath in front of Sakamoto. Who knew he could get so worked up so quickly? He fidgets with the hand, reaching around Sakamoto— lower, lower—
..to pull the drain from behind him. Maybe with it being less wet it'll be less slippery. We can only hope.
Katsura pulls back slightly and looks at Sakamoto expectantly: ]
Do I need to get that?
[ like it was some big offense for him to reach over and out of the tub to get that. How dare he. ]
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[Success! The yaoi thing is within his grasp.]
So this is how you get yourself off? You're so diligent when it comes to just about everything! I'm impressed, impressed!
[If his hands weren't covered in jizz right now (pre-jizz??? u get it), he'd have taken Katsura's hands. Instead, he just looks at him imploringly.]
C-Can... Can you-
[Why is? Is that blood dripping from his nose?]
Teach me?
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Sakamoto!
[ ugh, absolutely hopeless. Katsura cannot even believe himself right now— he cannot even believe they're in a bath tub that has drained down by now, doing something like this together.
Again, he can't look at Sakamoto, so he opts to resting his cheek against Sakamoto's face. Humiliating.
He'll.. teach you himself— physically, maybe— another time— but not when he is aching to feel Sakamoto's fingers press and curl against the inside of him.
A bit commanding, again, he breathes against Tatsuma's ear, though it came out like a slight hiss. Kinda intimidating! ]
Prepare thoroughly and put one in— now.
[ He'll teach you verbally this time and feels like he doesn't need to explain that part. With another slight huff, he talks against Tatsuma's skin: ]
To the first knuckle and wait.
[ it can't be too hard, right.. ]
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He flinches, continuing to lavish Zura's cock with affection, forgetting about himself almost entirely. In his quiet misery and carefully hidden sorrow, Sakamoto has crossed a line that even a notorious personal wall-breaker like himself would have never considered in anything more than a wet dream, but he does not lament. There is no way to turn time backwards so he'll carry on, trudging forward in a manner as reckless as he is bold.
Maybe the weight of what he's done, what he's doing, and what he'll continue to do has not come to light as of yet. In almost every regard, he's been second string to the other three, in both friendship and swordsmanship now that he can't properly handle one, but it has never bothered him. Sakamoto has always been true to his own strengths, and despite his stupidity he's always been quite sharp when it comes to looking into people hearts. His methods are eccentric, yes, but his business savvy remains impeccable. He has no idea that this could lead to something more permanent.
Popping the cap off the container with one hand is no small feat, but he manages to do so, coating his index finger with lube. Sakamoto is earnest in every regard, but clumsy as well, his elbow hits the side of the tube as he tries to get his hand in position again, prying Zura open slowly but carefully. He massages gently, unsure.]
Just to the knuckle, aaa? Ahahaha! I've never thought too hard about it, but this does seem kinda weird.
[How exactly does he do it? Is it the same way as it is with women? But there's not as much space in this particular hole. Does he stroke with a come hither motion, or just push? Either way, that second option doesn't sound very graceful.
At least Zura is talking. That'll give him enough to go off of.]
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But somewhere in that boom of noise, Katsura likes to hear it. It's familiar and warm. He doesn't allow any indication of fondness lay in his voice, however. Even with the attention drawn to his member, Katsura contains any noises of pleasure like the stoic warrior he is. How strong and noble! It'll be nice to see him vulnerable to writhing when he finally gives way, won't it? It all depends on what Sakamoto does.
Don't fuck up, Tatsuma.
Whatever flame his friend has ignited, Katsura seems to be drawn in like a moth— without realizing it. Will he regret it? There is a possibility of that being the case— but like Tatsuma— he has no choice but to continue to go forward.
Isn't that what he always does? Don't they all do that with everything— just by different ways?
Before Sakamoto can get too into this, Katsura will shift slightly, his back curling easily again, exposing is backside more for his partner. He's halfways off of Sakamoto's lap by now, keeping himself steady by putting a hand on the side of the tub and one knee on the floor of it. He still keeps his head close against Sakamoto's ear and Zura is even gracious enough to press a kiss to the shell of his ear, possibly to reassure him; especially after using a sharp tone at him.
His voice is low, quiet and controlled— but it's through a very thin veil of desperation. ]
Circles for a moment— then go to the second knuckle. Circles again—
[ wow, he is diligent and particular with himself, isn't he? ]
—Then furher... if you can tell I feel good.
[ Though, Sakamoto and Zura have miscommunication a lot. Let's see how this goes over. ]
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A soft murmur builds in his throat, a hum of satisfaction.]
Mmmmm.
[Zura is very lonely. And that's why his behavior is so erratic and downright irritating for some, he clamors for attention but once he gets it he eats it all up, still hungry for more. This must be far better for him than a saucy evening alone in a makeshift bed, but Sakamoto wonders how and why Zura does these things. Is he regular? Does he do it when he's feeling sad, angry, triumphant? Any or all of the three?
Oddly enough, Sakamoto is pretty good at following instructions. The first time, he circles slowly, every callous on that finger of his making contact with sensitive membranes. He kisses Zura back as he slides in further, circling faster this time, and punctuating with added pressure to where he feels the space end. As if that weren't enough, he flicks the end of his finger (not too hard) against whatever he can feel.]
So you prefer this.
[It isn't a question.]
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As Tatsuma rotates the digit within him, he'll also receive more indication he is taking this well. His breath is beginning to draw shallow again, chest rising and falling as each circular motion feels better than the one before. His other hand that is free is giving Sakamoto some attention, still, even with how foggy is mind is becoming. He pumps him before giving some slightly squeezes then pumps down again— nothing too complicated.
It's a pity Zura isn't one to like sucking dick, cause he could probably take care of Sakamoto even better in that regard.By the time Sakamoto flicks his finger, it does cause a shudder to run up his spine. He's not quite getting where he wants it, but it's already close to where he wants it... which is frustrating. You have one job, Sakamoto. ]
Shut up.
[ He doesn't answer, but the fact more pre-cum is running down the side of his length— over the edge of Sakamoto's hand if he is still holding him there— should clearly show that this is the way he prefers. Looks like he is really putting you to work. ]
In and out.
[ The next direction. ]
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[He can't shut up, that's kind of his shtick.]
Doesn't it drive you wild?
[It's disgusting, how this man says such shitty things with such great confidence.
He lets himself moan a little too loudly against Zura's cheek, though he's far more apt when it comes to observations than one might think. His friend is self-centered when it comes to sex, also because he doesn't have it often, and the one person he's desired his whole life isn't all that affectionate.
Wasn't, right. He's not here anymore- Sakamoto has to keep talking, he can't think about that.]
Zura. Y'know why I'm doin' all this for ya, right?
[In and out.
This part isn't tricky, so he's a little less gentle with it, curiously observing Zura's reactions. He thrusts hard with his finger, going a little deeper each time. Sakamoto isn't sure if he's hitting the right thing, but he's hitting something for sure.]
I know it may not seem like it, what with me soarin' through space 'n all, but-!
[He plants a kiss on dark hair. Is he being to hesitant with his hands? Sakamoto wonders.]
I care about you.
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Of course, it's fleeting, but it's enough to cause him to tremble, a surprised ah escaping from the depth of his throat. The rest of his body reacts, too, hips churning into Sakamoto's finger-- no, wait, come back.. you were getting it. Idiot.
I care about you, he says, right as he brushes his digit against his prostate. Awesome timing.
Just the passing sensation is enough to cause him to clench the side of the tub. Katsura pulls back— panting— embarrassed and amazed at himself for getting so worked up over a single finger. Nothing but hot air is shared between them as all Katsura can seem to do is breathe out and not in, half lidded gaze fixing on Sakamoto and his grin as he merely smiles through this whole thing. His honest statement is going to have to wait for a response— Zura is having a hard time drifting back to Earth after hearing such sincere words accompanied by this kind of attention.
He's familiar, now, with one finger, so now he encourages two. ]
P—put, haah— [ Katsura removes his hand from Sakamoto's prick, and holds up two sticky looking fingers, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip. Alright, two fingers. But what he does next is.. scissor them— back and forth, back and forth. He wants you to do that... inside of him. Hopefully you can understand that ]
Slow at first.. then—
[ He trusts you know what to do. ]
If you don't— do that again— touch that again.
I will kill you.
[ ??????????? ]
—Even though I care about you.
[ —too. ]
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[Blue eyes watch with heated anticipation, earnest in their gaze as Zura can barely pull a sentence together. Sakamoto bites his lip so hard it becomes raw, although he doesn't notice. He's too transfixed by Zura's wildly erotic behavior.]
I'd rather it be by your hands. If you're the one who's touchin' me, right when everything's just about over-
[There is some sick pleasure he's always derived from watching people unravel, as is typical of a notorious rulebreaker. This explanation is unnecessary, Sakamoto knows how to use his fingers in this particular manner, and yet he's thankful for the demonstration all the same.
The taller man leans over to kiss those disastrously sticky fingers despite their bitter taste and the unpleasant smell. Right about now, he looks up and makes eye contact though his own are half-lidded, and in a voice that's soft and almost quiet:]
I'd be so happy.
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Ah! I've got to coat the second finger, right? With this.
[He motions vaguely towards the lube container.]
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