[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. ]
[Sakamoto finds himself staring at Zura's back, eyeing the fussy man's motions all too carefully. When Zura rolls to his side, the other side, Sakamoto feels a pang of something in his gut.
Sex is something he's had over and over, perhaps one too many times, but this is what he was really looking forward to. Lying in bed with his friend and basking in the afterglow seemed so fun in his head, and he almost regrets joking all that much in the shower. Sakamoto has actually never had this chance- A tender moment to share love for a whole night. He's often on a very tight schedule and has to run to the Kaientai as soon as he gets his fix for the night, and if he's ever ended up in someone's bed it's the result of drunken collapse.
Hell, he'd even brushed his teeth extra carefully because he wanted to go in for another kiss. Was that desperate?
Sakamoto rolls over and thrusts his arms around Zura's abdomen, clinging to the other like a small child.]
[ Zura is one who has a long fuse when it comes to his patience and losing his temper, and his behavior right now was hardly that. It was mere pettiness he was acting on— something that could easily be reckoned with if you talk to him right.
Feeling Sakamoto's arms hold his middle and feeling Sakamoto close was a good way to put him back in a better mood, despite the joking beforehand. Katsura never joked and took everything seriously, so everybody should know by now his petty behavior is fleeting. He can't stay mad at basically everything forever because he takes basically everything serious... how miserable would that be?
With Tatsuma, it was hard for him to deny him anyway. Zura never knew why.
He rolls over slightly on his back so he can look up at Sakamoto. ]
[ How troublesome. Katsura figures it's the least he could do right now and maybe he feels a twinge of guilt for being so selfish this evening (unlikely, but possible) and he supposes he owes Tatsuma one, so... Katsura shifts from under the blankets onto his back, engulfing Sakamoto in his arms by wrapping them around him, allowing the taller man to rest under his chin.
This.. was also something Zura really enjoyed too and never got enough of. He supposes he can be especially sweet to him right now, even if he felt exhausted. ]
You're troublesome. [ Zura, you have no right to even speak you are practically the most high maintenance out of all four of them. Tatsuma is, though, his precious friend, but a handful. Since when has anybody ever asked to be held by him? Katsura can only think of an instance with Elizabeth, and it wasn't anything as intimate as this. Hardly.
A warm kiss is pressed against his forehead, his hands stroking up and down Sakamoto's bare arms comfortingly; this is something Zura is good at. His voice is very quiet, too, just right above a whisper: ]
Sakamoto— [ He also says something embarrassing: ] I enjoy your hands.
[ What a dirty confession, but this is his way of saying you did well, if you were curious from before. ]
[It's here and now that he's reminded of something painful, a memory that stings like the cold wind of winter.
Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]
[ Katsura regards Sakamoto fondly— it really isn't everyday you see his cheeks tint in the warm lantern light and it causes another faint smile to etch on his lips. He looked.. content. Even with the pain they both were trying to get through, Sakamoto finally looked content. Katsura could tell that even those starry eyes and wide smile there was still sorrow that lingered in his heart even if he fooled others. Nothing can force their healing, but maybe finding each other will help them anyway.
Zura squeezes his hand back, honestly ready to fall asleep after being so animated but.. he was enjoying this time with Sakamoto. It was sincere and intimate, something he had been starved of for years. He only hopes nothing ever happens to Sakamoto to cause him to disappear— it was getting annoying in his life. It was pitiful, though. By now, Katsura almost expected it.
A content sigh passes through his lips, eyes falling shut as a quiet melody vibrates behind his chest. He is humming. Something anybody who knows him well indicates his happiness. ]
[Sakamoto, on the other hand, is already drifting off to sleep.
He doesn't show it nor does he complain when he should, but the day at work today was long and hard. His smile is constantly worn thin, a shield amidst a world that is surprisingly sinister. In this business, one can put a price on anything, anything at all!
Blood, too.]
I'm lucky.
[A laugh.]
It's totally crazy, aa? That a bastard like me would even get the chance~!
[Sakamoto whistles softly.]
To meet so many amazin' people. Hell, some of the best goddamn folks in this universe!
[He will value this time they spent together, even if they never do it again.]
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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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Sex is something he's had over and over, perhaps one too many times, but this is what he was really looking forward to. Lying in bed with his friend and basking in the afterglow seemed so fun in his head, and he almost regrets joking all that much in the shower. Sakamoto has actually never had this chance- A tender moment to share love for a whole night. He's often on a very tight schedule and has to run to the Kaientai as soon as he gets his fix for the night, and if he's ever ended up in someone's bed it's the result of drunken collapse.
Hell, he'd even brushed his teeth extra carefully because he wanted to go in for another kiss. Was that desperate?
Sakamoto rolls over and thrusts his arms around Zura's abdomen, clinging to the other like a small child.]
Hey. I got somethin' I wanna ask ya.
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Feeling Sakamoto's arms hold his middle and feeling Sakamoto close was a good way to put him back in a better mood, despite the joking beforehand. Katsura never joked and took everything seriously, so everybody should know by now his petty behavior is fleeting. He can't stay mad at basically everything forever because he takes basically everything serious... how miserable would that be?
With Tatsuma, it was hard for him to deny him anyway. Zura never knew why.
He rolls over slightly on his back so he can look up at Sakamoto. ]
What do you want?
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...Hold me?
[How quiet his voice sounds.
It's almost as if this idiot is finally afraid of something.]
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Katsura shifts from under the blankets onto his back, engulfing Sakamoto in his arms by wrapping them around him, allowing the taller man to rest under his chin.
This.. was also something Zura really enjoyed too and never got enough of.
He supposes he can be especially sweet to him right now, even if he felt exhausted. ]
You're troublesome.
[ Zura, you have no right to even speak you are practically the most high maintenance out of all four of them. Tatsuma is, though, his precious friend, but a handful. Since when has anybody ever asked to be held by him? Katsura can only think of an instance with Elizabeth, and it wasn't anything as intimate as this. Hardly.
A warm kiss is pressed against his forehead, his hands stroking up and down Sakamoto's bare arms comfortingly; this is something Zura is good at. His voice is very quiet, too, just right above a whisper: ]
Sakamoto—
[ He also says something embarrassing: ]
I enjoy your hands.
[ What a dirty confession, but this is his way of saying you did well, if you were curious from before. ]
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Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]
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[ Katsura regards Sakamoto fondly— it really isn't everyday you see his cheeks tint in the warm lantern light and it causes another faint smile to etch on his lips. He looked.. content. Even with the pain they both were trying to get through, Sakamoto finally looked content. Katsura could tell that even those starry eyes and wide smile there was still sorrow that lingered in his heart even if he fooled others. Nothing can force their healing, but maybe finding each other will help them anyway.
Zura squeezes his hand back, honestly ready to fall asleep after being so animated but.. he was enjoying this time with Sakamoto. It was sincere and intimate, something he had been starved of for years. He only hopes nothing ever happens to Sakamoto to cause him to disappear— it was getting annoying in his life.
It was pitiful, though. By now, Katsura almost expected it.
A content sigh passes through his lips, eyes falling shut as a quiet melody vibrates behind his chest.
He is humming. Something anybody who knows him well indicates his happiness. ]
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He doesn't show it nor does he complain when he should, but the day at work today was long and hard. His smile is constantly worn thin, a shield amidst a world that is surprisingly sinister. In this business, one can put a price on anything, anything at all!
Blood, too.]
I'm lucky.
[A laugh.]
It's totally crazy, aa? That a bastard like me would even get the chance~!
[Sakamoto whistles softly.]
To meet so many amazin' people. Hell, some of the best goddamn folks in this universe!
[He will value this time they spent together, even if they never do it again.]
'Night, Zura.