[ 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.
[ He's like a stupid, dumb puppy. Yes, Sakamoto. You did good. Katsura doesn't want to admit to it, so instead he just burrows his nose into Sakamoto's neck, beginning to shiver because he is cooling down. He even peppers a few light kisses on his neck, and if Sakamoto paid enough attention— he might feel a little curve of a smile on his face.
Sakamoto.. made him feel adored tonight.
Finally, he pulls back out of the embrace, looking up at his friend with practically stars in his eyes. ]
Clean me and take me to bed. [ Hold him in your strong arms-- make it a magical end. ]
Sakamoto holds Zura in his arms for a brief moment, before throwing his head back and letting out a big, loud laugh. He pushes the other away playfully.]
[ And just like that, Zura's emotions snap back like whiplash. Idiot. He feels foolish for being so captivated in that moment that his face flourishes red, glaring at that back (and butt) as he heads towards the shower part of this extravagant washroom.
A haughty huff, followed by: ]
Where do you think you are going..!? [ He's not going to just sit there by himself, he's going to come after you! Even if Sakamoto has already turned on the shower and is using it, Katsura asserts himself in the shower with him.
No you don't.
He stands there with his arms crossed, as if he is expecting something. ]
[He eyes Zura over his shoulder, that glance at his ass going unnoticed. For a man who hardly fights at all, he does train meticulously, and it shows in the arch of his back and the muscles of his thighs.
Just to tease, he flicks the other's arm with just one finger.]
Oi, hey! Get out. I'm finishing somethin' you didn't.
[DON'T
WHO TALKS ABOUT JERKING OFF SO OPENLY??? WIPE THAT STUPID SMILE OFF UR FACE]
You're not finished with me either. [ ???? says the guy who jizzed everywhere. Apparently you gotta do more than just that, Sakamoto. APPARENTLY YOU'RE NOT DONE YET— BY SOME UNEARTHLY STANDARD HE HAS. ]
[ He merely stands there for awhile longer, allowing water to beat against his chest and run though his hair, shutting his eyes and waiting... He's tired. He wants to just sleep.
He peeps an eye open when he realizes Tatsuma isn't giving him anymore attention and— ]
[ It's fine. He's clean enough just by the water rinsing him off. He doesn't need to hear Tatsuma teasing him— especially after putting his emotions in such a bizarre state. He honestly felt like, for a moment, he wouldn't mind feeling whatever he was feeling forever.
Why? It is pitiful.
Katsura bundles himself up in a towel, pulling it over his head and scritching at his hair with it before he just drops it and wanders back to the bedroom part of the inn, preparing himself to sleep. Zura has put himself in a sleeping yukata, tying his hair off over one of his shoulders as he often did when he was resting. As he settles down on his side, he pulls a spare pillow over his head.
He has a feeling it might get noisy in the bathroom. ]
[He hollers loudly from the bathroom, though there's still a smile on his face.
Most people would feel irritated by such an extreme show of selfishness from a partner, but Sakamoto understands. Zura has felt miserably unloved for so long, he's clung desperately to people who have betrayed or left him, and so he latches onto anyone who breathes a warm welcome.
Unlike Zura, Sakamoto walks into the bedroom totally naked. There's no need to bother with clothes, as he forgot to bring a spare pair of pajamas and there's no real point in wearing underwear if the hotel staff washes the sheets properly, right? Yikes.
Either way, the long-haired samurai (if he's peeking) will get a a full frontal view before Sakamoto settles into bed.]
[ Zura mutters, coiling up tighter with his back facing Sakamoto. They did it. He never imagined they would do something like this together— and Katsura is oddly surprised he doesn't feel any regret for what transpired. They did something like this by choice and not by under some kind of influence.
Could it be? Was Sakamoto interested in him in a romantic sort of way? All these years of chasing in circles when Sakamoto was the person he really was destined for? Katsura's mind was filling up with all sorts of kind of thoughts that made him uneasy. He didn't regret it; it felt good for a change, but maybe he was fretting for the future.. did this change anything between them? Should they discuss it?
Probably. Are they? Probably not.
Anyway, he did peep and appreciated the glimpse he took greedily before squeezing his eyes shut. ]
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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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Sakamoto.. made him feel adored tonight.
Finally, he pulls back out of the embrace, looking up at his friend with practically stars in his eyes. ]
Clean me and take me to bed.
[ Hold him in your strong arms-- make it a magical end. ]
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Sakamoto holds Zura in his arms for a brief moment, before throwing his head back and letting out a big, loud laugh. He pushes the other away playfully.]
Do it yourself. ♥
[...And hops out of the tub and into the shower.]
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A haughty huff, followed by: ]
Where do you think you are going..!?
[ He's not going to just sit there by himself, he's going to come after you! Even if Sakamoto has already turned on the shower and is using it, Katsura asserts himself in the shower with him.
No you don't.
He stands there with his arms crossed, as if he is expecting something. ]
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Just to tease, he flicks the other's arm with just one finger.]
Oi, hey! Get out. I'm finishing somethin' you didn't.
[DON'T
WHO TALKS ABOUT JERKING OFF SO OPENLY??? WIPE THAT STUPID SMILE OFF UR FACE]
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[ ???? says the guy who jizzed everywhere. Apparently you gotta do more than just that, Sakamoto. APPARENTLY YOU'RE NOT DONE YET— BY SOME UNEARTHLY STANDARD HE HAS. ]
[ He merely stands there for awhile longer, allowing water to beat against his chest and run though his hair, shutting his eyes and waiting...
He's tired. He wants to just sleep.
He peeps an eye open when he realizes Tatsuma isn't giving him anymore attention and— ]
2.2
Katsura turns and walks out of the shower. ]
I'm going to bed.
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What? I warned ya.
[arrogant bastard]
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[ It's fine. He's clean enough just by the water rinsing him off. He doesn't need to hear Tatsuma teasing him— especially after putting his emotions in such a bizarre state. He honestly felt like, for a moment, he wouldn't mind feeling whatever he was feeling forever.
Why?
It is pitiful.
Katsura bundles himself up in a towel, pulling it over his head and scritching at his hair with it before he just drops it and wanders back to the bedroom part of the inn, preparing himself to sleep.
Zura has put himself in a sleeping yukata, tying his hair off over one of his shoulders as he often did when he was resting.
As he settles down on his side, he pulls a spare pillow over his head.
He has a feeling it might get noisy in the bathroom. ]
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[He hollers loudly from the bathroom, though there's still a smile on his face.
Most people would feel irritated by such an extreme show of selfishness from a partner, but Sakamoto understands. Zura has felt miserably unloved for so long, he's clung desperately to people who have betrayed or left him, and so he latches onto anyone who breathes a warm welcome.
Unlike Zura, Sakamoto walks into the bedroom totally naked. There's no need to bother with clothes, as he forgot to bring a spare pair of pajamas and there's no real point in wearing underwear if the hotel staff washes the sheets properly, right? Yikes.
Either way, the long-haired samurai (if he's peeking) will get a a full frontal view before Sakamoto settles into bed.]
Ehhhh? Whaddya call me? A bastard? Well then!
[He lets out a puff of air.]
You're selfish.
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[ Zura mutters, coiling up tighter with his back facing Sakamoto.
They did it. He never imagined they would do something like this together— and Katsura is oddly surprised he doesn't feel any regret for what transpired. They did something like this by choice and not by under some kind of influence.
Could it be? Was Sakamoto interested in him in a romantic sort of way? All these years of chasing in circles when Sakamoto was the person he really was destined for? Katsura's mind was filling up with all sorts of kind of thoughts that made him uneasy. He didn't regret it; it felt good for a change, but maybe he was fretting for the future.. did this change anything between them? Should they discuss it?
Probably.
Are they?
Probably not.
Anyway, he did peep and appreciated the glimpse he took greedily before squeezing his eyes shut. ]
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