[ 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.
[ Who the hell knew Sakamoto could be this romantic in bed? Er— in bath, but doing these kinds of things. Katsura didn't see it coming. He knew Sakamoto was very expressive and bold with his friends but.. Sakamoto is basically confessing how important it is for Katsura to touch him; show that kind of intimacy even though he was basically threatening him. He can only gape at Tatsuma when he performs such a simple, yet oddly endearing gesture... never mind the traces of cum that grace his lips when he pulls away. Zura can ignore how gross that is by putting his dark gaze on Sakamoto's bright blues.
Sakamoto cared— so much. Zura hears his heart beating in his ears, rapidly, like a banging drum that would not cease. He knew Tatsuma meant what he said but.. this lead him to start believing other things. Was he developing feelings for him? Were they gradually falling in love? It's obvious the attraction is there but.. love is such a strong word.
Katsura has to swallow a few times, gasping for air. The atmosphere is ruined by Sakamoto's blunt question, but at least it gives Zura time to think and make words correctly. ]
I'd appreciate it if you did. [ and would kill you if you didn't. ]
[He's already doing so, but his mind is drawing a blank. Since when has Sakamoto Tatsuma ever followed rules, and so diligently, so carefully? Partly out of respect for his friend, and partly because he's new to this, he swallows hard and isn't sure whether to feel disgusted with himself or not.
Sakamoto has never before wanted someone to like him so badly, he's just always assumed they will. The people who matter, anyway. He had set his sights on the Joui before, then Mutsu- There was never a doubt in his empty head, these people were gems worth more than all the treasures in the universe, and he would do his very best to collect them all. This kind of pressure is nerve-wracking, so very different from a business deal. With that, it's an art! A con, a ploy. If it doesn't work out, it's nothing personal.
This is how Zura feels all the time, isn't it? How awful. No wonder he's so-]
I think about'cha a whole lot.
[It's the truth, even when he doesn't want to. He thinks of all three of them, despite being surrounded by some of the best people in the universe. They count too.]
When I'm up there, y'know!
[He struggles to push both fingers through the opening, wriggling them gently and doing as he was told. Open, close, open, close... All in a scissor-like fashion until he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves.
In and out, repeatedly. It feels like clockwork, but punctuated by moans instead of ticking.
[ He feels lonely. Ever since childhood, he has felt lonely— hardly knowing his parents; barely knowing his grandmother until she passed on. He developed his first real friendship who might as well be dead to him at this rate, as life whirl-winded them into different directions and paths to take as samurai.
A pity. He had almost fallen for Takasugi as well. Was he really that needy? To fall for such a person with such bitter schemes. Granted, Katsura would have been there— in the same hellhole of wanting the world to feel the pain they both experienced as they watched their mentor’s head be kissed by the blade of a comrade. A blade of a friend Katsura trusted more than ever—
That was another loss of somebody important. And now, that very person that Katsura chased and praised over the years had been struck down into dust.. what would that leave him with? Katsura did not want to be the last one standing. He never wanted to be. It paralyzed him into crippling fear every time it crossed his mind.
To die. Alone. Without anybody. And with Gintoki now gone, this fear was only more crippling. How could the great White Demon die before him? He will never know.
Sweat trickled from his pores, right near his brows and ran down his face, hanging on by his smooth and rounded chin. His bold lashes, framing such dark and passionate eyes were shut— the addition of the second finger, worming inside of his entrance and teasing the walls that clenched over them was pushing him closer and closer to the edge… There was no reason to be silent any longer.
He groaned, dipping his head down, inky hair still damp and sticking to areas of his face and shoulders. He speaks Sakamoto’s name in a hushed tone, feeliing a wash of pleasurable sensations pour into his thighs; making his stomach ignite with a burning feeling. Everything felt so dry in the back of his throat. It was something.. different. This kind of feeling was different with Sakamoto, as he serenaded his partner with sweet, genuine words, all the while making him feel like he was the only guy left on the planet; the only guy left in the entire universe.
Was he going to fall for him too? His heart was that fragile to fall for all three of his friends, though through time and events? It would seem that way. How weak.
Once Sakamoto hits that sweet spot, he releases a slight cry from behind his teeth, shifting to rut his back end further into the cause of such a great feeling. He felt himself clench a few times, leaking from the tip of his cock. He didn’t want to release so soon, but— Zura keeps his head bowed, bucking into Sakamoto’s hand until he feels his mind drawing to a haze— he almost doesn’t catch the very last part of what Sakamoto says. He comes, in about 4 or 5 hot spurts, directly across Tatsuma’s chest, getting some of it in the longer strands of his own hair, much to his chagrin. He rides his orgasm out into Tatsuma's hand— a hand he never imagined to have all to himself— a string of melodious noises escaping his glossy lips.
When it's all over, the only thing he can do is collapse against Sakamoto's body, engulfing him in an embrace and speaking hotly against his neck: ]
I miss you t—too.. [ When you're in space, doing your thing and he stayed here. It's good to have you back, even if it's for a short amount of time. When you're further away, it just reminds him of how few of friends he has. ]
[Sakamoto's life is chock full of unrequited loves, but he is at peace with this. After all, that is the only kind of love a man like him can give. He feels trapped on the same goddamn planet if he stays for more than a week, and his heart is in his work, it's all there.
He believes that the love he has is enough. He has the faith of his crew and his friends! Hell, he has the faith of several multi billion dollar corporations, though they are fickle. While the company's revenue goes up and down, and they're constantly in the red... He has stability to a certain extent. There is money to be made, he's always stupidly confident in his ability to pull things back up again.
But then why do his feet always lead him astray? He wanders in the middle of the night into the nearest woman's arms or dives into the closest pool of alcohol. What is there to escape, other than the darker corners of his mind that visit him at night?
He doesn't know. He only thinks about how beautiful Zura looks here and now, how he'll remember these sounds on darker, lonelier nights when the Kairinmaru can't make any stops. He looks beautiful, but also-
Isn't this fucking pathetic, somehow?]
Zu-
[He can feel each spurt against his abdomen, it's nice and warm and horrible at the same time. He can feel that and something else too.
Sakamoto isn't hard anymore; he waited too long.
Still, he embraces his friend, whose happiness is far more important than a thing he can easily give himself. Kindly, he plants a kiss atop Zura's forehead.]
[ Katsura doesn't seems to pull away or let go right off the back, keeping his arms cloaked around Sakamoto as he gradually feels his head coming back down to Earth. The small kiss is appreciated, but he can't look Tatsuma in the face right now— so he doesn't. If Sakamoto gives any indication of trying to pull him off to maybe look at him or clean him up, he'll get a small grunt, posture not budging and his hold on his friend tightening. Nope. ]
—I'm sorry. That was [ embarrassing? disgusting? ] —more than usual. [ It sounds like his voice is having a difficult time coming out right. Idly, his fingers grab and twist into Sakamoto's hair behind his head, playing with the curls absentmindedly.
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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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Sakamoto cared— so much. Zura hears his heart beating in his ears, rapidly, like a banging drum that would not cease. He knew Tatsuma meant what he said but.. this lead him to start believing other things. Was he developing feelings for him? Were they gradually falling in love? It's obvious the attraction is there but.. love is such a strong word.
Katsura has to swallow a few times, gasping for air. The atmosphere is ruined by Sakamoto's blunt question, but at least it gives Zura time to think and make words correctly. ]
I'd appreciate it if you did.
[ and would kill you if you didn't. ]
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Sakamoto has never before wanted someone to like him so badly, he's just always assumed they will. The people who matter, anyway. He had set his sights on the Joui before, then Mutsu- There was never a doubt in his empty head, these people were gems worth more than all the treasures in the universe, and he would do his very best to collect them all. This kind of pressure is nerve-wracking, so very different from a business deal. With that, it's an art! A con, a ploy. If it doesn't work out, it's nothing personal.
This is how Zura feels all the time, isn't it? How awful. No wonder he's so-]
I think about'cha a whole lot.
[It's the truth, even when he doesn't want to. He thinks of all three of them, despite being surrounded by some of the best people in the universe. They count too.]
When I'm up there, y'know!
[He struggles to push both fingers through the opening, wriggling them gently and doing as he was told. Open, close, open, close... All in a scissor-like fashion until he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves.
In and out, repeatedly. It feels like clockwork, but punctuated by moans instead of ticking.
Strange.]
I miss you.
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Ever since childhood, he has felt lonely— hardly knowing his parents; barely knowing his grandmother until she passed on. He developed his first real friendship who might as well be dead to him at this rate, as life whirl-winded them into different directions and paths to take as samurai.
A pity.
He had almost fallen for Takasugi as well. Was he really that needy? To fall for such a person with such bitter schemes. Granted, Katsura would have been there— in the same hellhole of wanting the world to feel the pain they both experienced as they watched their mentor’s head be kissed by the blade of a comrade. A blade of a friend Katsura trusted more than ever—
That was another loss of somebody important. And now, that very person that Katsura chased and praised over the years had been struck down into dust.. what would that leave him with? Katsura did not want to be the last one standing. He never wanted to be. It paralyzed him into crippling fear every time it crossed his mind.
To die. Alone. Without anybody.
And with Gintoki now gone, this fear was only more crippling. How could the great White Demon die before him? He will never know.
Sweat trickled from his pores, right near his brows and ran down his face, hanging on by his smooth and rounded chin. His bold lashes, framing such dark and passionate eyes were shut— the addition of the second finger, worming inside of his entrance and teasing the walls that clenched over them was pushing him closer and closer to the edge…
There was no reason to be silent any longer.
He groaned, dipping his head down, inky hair still damp and sticking to areas of his face and shoulders. He speaks Sakamoto’s name in a hushed tone, feeliing a wash of pleasurable sensations pour into his thighs; making his stomach ignite with a burning feeling. Everything felt so dry in the back of his throat. It was something.. different. This kind of feeling was different with Sakamoto, as he serenaded his partner with sweet, genuine words, all the while making him feel like he was the only guy left on the planet; the only guy left in the entire universe.
Was he going to fall for him too? His heart was that fragile to fall for all three of his friends, though through time and events?
It would seem that way. How weak.
Once Sakamoto hits that sweet spot, he releases a slight cry from behind his teeth, shifting to rut his back end further into the cause of such a great feeling. He felt himself clench a few times, leaking from the tip of his cock. He didn’t want to release so soon, but—
Zura keeps his head bowed, bucking into Sakamoto’s hand until he feels his mind drawing to a haze— he almost doesn’t catch the very last part of what Sakamoto says. He comes, in about 4 or 5 hot spurts, directly across Tatsuma’s chest, getting some of it in the longer strands of his own hair, much to his chagrin. He rides his orgasm out into Tatsuma's hand— a hand he never imagined to have all to himself— a string of melodious noises escaping his glossy lips.
When it's all over, the only thing he can do is collapse against Sakamoto's body, engulfing him in an embrace and speaking hotly against his neck: ]
I miss you t—too..
[ When you're in space, doing your thing and he stayed here.
It's good to have you back, even if it's for a short amount of time. When you're further away, it just reminds him of how few of friends he has. ]
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He believes that the love he has is enough. He has the faith of his crew and his friends! Hell, he has the faith of several multi billion dollar corporations, though they are fickle. While the company's revenue goes up and down, and they're constantly in the red... He has stability to a certain extent. There is money to be made, he's always stupidly confident in his ability to pull things back up again.
But then why do his feet always lead him astray? He wanders in the middle of the night into the nearest woman's arms or dives into the closest pool of alcohol. What is there to escape, other than the darker corners of his mind that visit him at night?
He doesn't know. He only thinks about how beautiful Zura looks here and now, how he'll remember these sounds on darker, lonelier nights when the Kairinmaru can't make any stops. He looks beautiful, but also-
Isn't this fucking pathetic, somehow?]
Zu-
[He can feel each spurt against his abdomen, it's nice and warm and horrible at the same time. He can feel that and something else too.
Sakamoto isn't hard anymore; he waited too long.
Still, he embraces his friend, whose happiness is far more important than a thing he can easily give himself. Kindly, he plants a kiss atop Zura's forehead.]
Let's wash up. You must be real tired.
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—I'm sorry. That was [ embarrassing? disgusting? ] —more than usual.
[ It sounds like his voice is having a difficult time coming out right. Idly, his fingers grab and twist into Sakamoto's hair behind his head, playing with the curls absentmindedly.
Please don't look at him right now? ]
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[A happy sigh, so happy that you would think this went as well for him, too.
It did, in a way, just a different one.
He was able to make his friend feel good. That's enough of a victory for him.]
So I did good then!
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