[ Katsura pushes his tongue into his cheek, as if he is giving this a good amount of thought. His hands, in return, grip Sakamoto's palms as he leans in some more, letting the very tip of their noses touch again. His eyes are closed when he speaks this, as if he is waiting to be kissed. ]
Green. [ Why green? Was there a reason for green? ]
Like a dark forest, or right when the leaves are ripe. You seem like an autumn to me. [ He suppresses another hiccup from erupting within the back of his throat before finally dipping his head forward and pressing a kiss against his friend's lips. ]
[ His kiss his fleeting, attentive eyes focusing on Sakamoto's, trying to decipher what could possibly be hidden behind those sapphire eyes— so bright— hiding all sorts of creative thoughts like a veil.
Scheming thoughts, too.
He can only tilt his head to the side and press his cheek further into Tatsuma's warm palm, shutting his eyes pleasantly while doing so. His lips curved upward in a smile, feeling slightly giddy still which made it easy for him to ease the typical stern expression off of his face and actually relax for a change. He sways, very lightly, as if some melody was stuck in his head until Sakamoto stops speaking and ends with that with some laughter that stirs him slightly.
Katsura knew he was important to a handful of people, but he didn't verbally hear it enough. He snorts a puff of air from his nostrils as he lifts his head. ]
I'm always preparing something. A way out, a means of escape— [ His hands delicately sweep down his shoulders, trailing along Sakamoto's arms; both at the same time. ]
A meal for a loved one, a place of refuge for those in need— [ how sweet. ] An... explosive for a particular plan. Hahaaa--
Though, haaa. [ His eyes focus on the duvet they're sitting on. ]
Sometimes I surprise even myself of the outcome.
[ Katsura leans in again, pressing his weight against Sakamoto, hands meeting his friends' wrists and fingers curling around them. His feet touch the ground under them, pushing slightly, enough to— hopefully— get Sakamoto to fall backwards on his back. Zura will fall with him and climb more comfortably on the bed. He'll just position himself on top of him and hover, the edges of his hair brushing down on their bodies. ]
No matter the circumstance. [ His hands have found a better place to hold; and this time they're holding Sakamoto's hands instead of his wrists. ]
[Sakamoto does fall, willingly, with a look on his face that doesn't bother to conceal an ounce of what he's feeling.
It's weird, to be desired sexually. He doesn't say it out loud, though he squeezes Zura's hands in a rare moment of silence, taking the time to burn every little detail into his sometimes unreliable memory.]
An escape, huh? Ahaha!
[Zura's face looks pretty in the dim light, even though it's red.
Sakamoto thinks for a moment, has he ever had Zura's eyes on him like this? He's seen this look before many times, cast in the direction of a certain white-haired samurai who is no more and hurts to remember.]
You got one for me? An escape plan.
[Sakamoto is always running. Not away from somethin', but forward, towards the horizon! Or so he would like to believe.
That is true, perhaps. But it is not the truth in it's entirety.]
Maybe you should. Think about it!
[A flicker of darkness in his eyes, a mixture of hopefulness and melancholy that's honestly bizarre.]
Just in case.
[Sakamoto does not do sadness very well. He doesn't fear it, but he is always happy, he always has to be.
[ Katsura can't imagine why. If anybody spent as much time with Sakamoto as he has been lately, they would see the beauty that was concealed under a mop of fuzzy hair and a boisterous laugh. He only wishes he had noticed these things about Sakamoto sooner, but their lives and ideas didn't permit it.
It wasn't too late for it, though, right?
Any embarrassment he is feeling right now is subdued by his lingering buzz. In fact, it causes him to laugh— surprisingly loud. Are you rubbing off on him already? ]
Hah! Hahahhaa! Sakamoto! Do you not have faith in me? Escape is what I do! Sometimes, though— you have to find a different path to take than the one you know. Sometimes, it is right under you and you don't see it because you are too focused ahead. You'll miss it. Think outside the box. Think differently. You of all people know all about that.
I believe in you. But I'll be happy to help you.
[ He releases his hands and grabs his friend by the face, holding onto his cheeks (and probably smushing them up a little.) His dips down again, meshing their lips together once more in a rather uncoordinated kiss, but it's the thought that counts, right? ]
[ Well. That isn't what he meant at all. This happens a lot, doesn't it? But did he really mean something like that? Why wouldn't he? Especially after everything they had done last night.
Zura is flushed— embarrassed at the thought and slightly taken aback. Instead of scolding him like he typically would, though, he challenges Sakamoto instead. He pulls back and sits his butt down firmly on Sakamoto's abdomen, wiggling to get secure. His fingers find their way to his wrists, pinning him to the comforter underneath them both. ]
Haa. I don't see you making much progress with that right now in your current situation. Do you? It looks more like the opposite. [ By the way, a challenge is a way of him flirting. ]
[ Your hand does work proper. Just in different ways. Different ways Katsura found himself liking the other day.
Katsura isn't typically one for rough housing much, but he does like feeling empowered. —then he likes feeling overpowered, but that's a different kind of feeling. ]
Fu haha. Try it if you must! I'm really good at holding people down. [ are you now, zura..... Katsura is sitting with his haunches folded, one leg on either side of Sakamoto as he holds firm. Come on, Sakamoto. Let's see what you've got. ]
[ Well, he does bounce, and it does get a gruff sound to escape his lips, but he merely just jolts forward and keeps his hands squeezing Sakamoto's wrists. His thighs clench, though, hugging tightly against Sakamoto's ribcage to give him more support.
He gazes down at Sakamoto. ]
You're not allowed to play dirty to do that. In fact, 10 more seconds and I win! [ win? Win what. Katsura, master of bullshitting bullshit rules on the spot— ever since childhood. ]
[ Katsura blinks a few times at Sakamoto's words. He's using a different tactic, isn't he? Instead of strength, he's trying to get him off guard with words. Zura catches onto this instantly. His brows pin together slightly as he tries not to dwindle on those colorful thoughts Sakamoto is exposing him to. With a huff, he shifts Sakamoto's wrists so they are above his head and looks pointedly down at him— lingering over his body. ]
Don't be so crude. [ His face got even redder just now. ]
[ There is no movement. Katsura is stubborn, but it's very clear Sakamoto so easily found a weak spot. His scolding ensues, a warning tone carrying in it: ]
Sakamoto.
[ His hold on his wrists might be uncomfortable at this rate, the tips of his trimmed (and painted) nails digging in. ]
[His face stings, turning bright red from the impact, giving way to something else entirely. Sakamoto feels a tingle of something wild, in his spine and his nether regions, but he doesn't waste this opportunity to reach out and grab hold of Zura's shoulder.
[ He resists just for a moment, just enough to say something else without any reluctance or guilt. It's stern, he means it: ]
You deserve plenty of it for talking like that.
[ He complies, settling the rest of his body on top of his partner, meshing their bodies together flat. He's pretty certain he can also feel a little something down below that wasn't there a few moments ago.
God. Easy there, little Sakamoto. ]
I still win. It was over 10 seconds. [ again, with these rules. ]
[Sakamoto runs his hand through locks of Zura's hair, eventually placing it on the back of the other's neck.
He's never had this kind of problem before, voicing his opinions, telling other people what he wants. Sakamoto is typically the loudest voice in the room, forcing his way through every obstacle with his clumsy buffoonery and blinding optimism.
But for some reason his throat feels dry right about now. Sweat pools on his brow as he makes an effort to say something, anything at all.]
That's okay. I just like when you pay attention to me.
[Oof. If he could turn back time and retract those words...
Why should he be ashamed? This is who he is at night.
Isn't it?]
The clothes were a nice touch.
[Sakamoto hopes that they still smell of Zura's perfume tomorrow.]
[ Sakamoto talks and talks. Katsura gets it. He talks a lot too, especially when he knows somebody is going to listen. He also relates to Tatsuma's words and can understand very well the enjoyment it is to have somebody put their attention on you— lavishing you with admiration and affection. Zura is a bit starved in that regard; growing up hardly knowing his parents and just getting to know his grandmother. He latched onto Shouyou, though it took awhile for him to open up more. Maybe it was out of fear he would lose him if he did that.
In the end, it didn't matter. He lost him anyway. ]
It's hard to ignore you. [ This is said with an unreadable tone of voice; it sounded both stern but fond. His fingers slip, idly playing with the hem along Sakamoto's top, right where it crosses over. ]
I'm sure this set of clothes is dirty from where you've been working today, haaa? [ Maybe you should take them off, is what he is implying. ]
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[Fondly. Sakamoto doesn't object to the idea.]
Do you have a favorite color? One ya prefer seein' me in.
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Green.
[ Why green? Was there a reason for green? ]
Like a dark forest, or right when the leaves are ripe. You seem like an autumn to me.
[ He suppresses another hiccup from erupting within the back of his throat before finally dipping his head forward and pressing a kiss against his friend's lips. ]
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[Funny, because that's when his birthday is.
Although he often forgets it.]
You're a cute drunk. ♥
[Sakamoto cradles Zura's cheek with one hand, metting the other's eyes as he does. He's not shy with his affections, not in the least.]
So, so! You preparin' for somethin' special or what? Comin' home early, doin' my laundry... Almost like yer some kinda housewife.
Is this to say thank you? For last night. Cause I'd do it all again for ya-
[A laugh.]
You're important to me.
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Scheming thoughts, too.
He can only tilt his head to the side and press his cheek further into Tatsuma's warm palm, shutting his eyes pleasantly while doing so. His lips curved upward in a smile, feeling slightly giddy still which made it easy for him to ease the typical stern expression off of his face and actually relax for a change. He sways, very lightly, as if some melody was stuck in his head until Sakamoto stops speaking and ends with that with some laughter that stirs him slightly.
Katsura knew he was important to a handful of people, but he didn't verbally hear it enough.
He snorts a puff of air from his nostrils as he lifts his head. ]
I'm always preparing something. A way out, a means of escape—
[ His hands delicately sweep down his shoulders, trailing along Sakamoto's arms; both at the same time. ]
A meal for a loved one, a place of refuge for those in need—
[ how sweet. ]
An... explosive for a particular plan. Hahaaa--
[ ... oh. ]
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Sometimes I surprise even myself of the outcome.
[ Katsura leans in again, pressing his weight against Sakamoto, hands meeting his friends' wrists and fingers curling around them. His feet touch the ground under them, pushing slightly, enough to— hopefully— get Sakamoto to fall backwards on his back. Zura will fall with him and climb more comfortably on the bed. He'll just position himself on top of him and hover, the edges of his hair brushing down on their bodies. ]
No matter the circumstance.
[ His hands have found a better place to hold; and this time they're holding Sakamoto's hands instead of his wrists. ]
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It's weird, to be desired sexually. He doesn't say it out loud, though he squeezes Zura's hands in a rare moment of silence, taking the time to burn every little detail into his sometimes unreliable memory.]
An escape, huh? Ahaha!
[Zura's face looks pretty in the dim light, even though it's red.
Sakamoto thinks for a moment, has he ever had Zura's eyes on him like this? He's seen this look before many times, cast in the direction of a certain white-haired samurai who is no more and hurts to remember.]
You got one for me? An escape plan.
[Sakamoto is always running. Not away from somethin', but forward, towards the horizon! Or so he would like to believe.
That is true, perhaps. But it is not the truth in it's entirety.]
Maybe you should. Think about it!
[A flicker of darkness in his eyes, a mixture of hopefulness and melancholy that's honestly bizarre.]
Just in case.
[Sakamoto does not do sadness very well. He doesn't fear it, but he is always happy, he always has to be.
And to do that, he must not think about it, them.
The things that make him sad.]
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It wasn't too late for it, though, right?
Any embarrassment he is feeling right now is subdued by his lingering buzz. In fact, it causes him to laugh— surprisingly loud. Are you rubbing off on him already? ]
Hah! Hahahhaa! Sakamoto! Do you not have faith in me? Escape is what I do! Sometimes, though— you have to find a different path to take than the one you know.
Sometimes, it is right under you and you don't see it because you are too focused ahead. You'll miss it. Think outside the box. Think differently. You of all people know all about that.
I believe in you.
But I'll be happy to help you.
[ He releases his hands and grabs his friend by the face, holding onto his cheeks (and probably smushing them up a little.) His dips down again, meshing their lips together once more in a rather uncoordinated kiss, but it's the thought that counts, right? ]
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When there are mistakes, it feels real. Like he's more than just a means to an end (money).]
Under me? So, you wanna be under me?
'Cause that's definitely somethin' I can do.
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Zura is flushed— embarrassed at the thought and slightly taken aback. Instead of scolding him like he typically would, though, he challenges Sakamoto instead.
He pulls back and sits his butt down firmly on Sakamoto's abdomen, wiggling to get secure. His fingers find their way to his wrists, pinning him to the comforter underneath them both. ]
Haa. I don't see you making much progress with that right now in your current situation.
Do you? It looks more like the opposite.
[ By the way, a challenge is a way of him flirting. ]
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O-oi! Just 'cause this damn hand doesn't work proper, don't think I've gone all soft.
[He's super soft. The softest.]
I can still do it! I can still lift ya! Ah. Just.
[More wriggling ensues.]
Give me-!!! A m-m-minute!
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Different ways Katsura found himself liking the other day.
Katsura isn't typically one for rough housing much, but he does like feeling empowered.
—then he likes feeling overpowered, but that's a different kind of feeling. ]
Fu haha. Try it if you must! I'm really good at holding people down.
[ are you now, zura.....
Katsura is sitting with his haunches folded, one leg on either side of Sakamoto as he holds firm. Come on, Sakamoto. Let's see what you've got. ]
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[What is with this dangerous voice all of a sudden? He looks downright mischievous.]
Is that a challenge? I'm good at gettin' people ta think differently. Makin' 'em look at the sky!
[He bucks his knees upwards. Ouch???]
You gotta be on your back, sometimes! To see all that.
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He gazes down at Sakamoto. ]
You're not allowed to play dirty to do that. In fact, 10 more seconds and I win!
[ win? Win what.
Katsura, master of bullshitting bullshit rules on the spot— ever since childhood. ]
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[Speaking of dirty things.]
Are you the kind of person who likes to be on top? Always in control.
[In a way. The control part seems to be on point.]
Or do you prefer it? Being beneath someone caterin' to yer every whim. Showin' every part of your body-
[He laughs before he finishes his sentence.]
Well, you know.
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His brows pin together slightly as he tries not to dwindle on those colorful thoughts Sakamoto is exposing him to.
With a huff, he shifts Sakamoto's wrists so they are above his head and looks pointedly down at him— lingering over his body. ]
Don't be so crude.
[ His face got even redder just now. ]
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[A merchant's greatest weapon is his mouth- Err. That sounds dirty, doesn't it?]
If you wanna get on top of me, then you should. But if it's me you want on top, then what are ya waitin' for?
[There's a note of pleasure that erupts deep from within his throat.]
Or, or! If ego's what it's all about, you should just come down here. We can do it sideways, too~ ♥
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His scolding ensues, a warning tone carrying in it: ]
Sakamoto.
[ His hold on his wrists might be uncomfortable at this rate, the tips of his trimmed (and painted) nails digging in. ]
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[What an unnecessarily crude noise.]
It hurts, it hurts! Mmmmm, but don'tcha know...
[Sakamoto snickers, his smile good-natured.]
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[LMFAOOOO?????????????
zura u've awakened the M]
So if you really want me to stop talkin' shit... Don't hurt me.
[He likes it.]
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Exactly what he is being told not to do.
He releases one of his hands and gives Sakamoto a nice, hearty slap across the face. ]
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He pulls down.]
C'mere.
[Defiantly:]
I like it when ya scold me.
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You deserve plenty of it for talking like that.
[ He complies, settling the rest of his body on top of his partner, meshing their bodies together flat. He's pretty certain he can also feel a little something down below that wasn't there a few moments ago.
God. Easy there, little Sakamoto. ]
I still win. It was over 10 seconds.
[ again, with these rules. ]
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[Sakamoto runs his hand through locks of Zura's hair, eventually placing it on the back of the other's neck.
He's never had this kind of problem before, voicing his opinions, telling other people what he wants. Sakamoto is typically the loudest voice in the room, forcing his way through every obstacle with his clumsy buffoonery and blinding optimism.
But for some reason his throat feels dry right about now. Sweat pools on his brow as he makes an effort to say something, anything at all.]
That's okay. I just like when you pay attention to me.
[Oof. If he could turn back time and retract those words...
Why should he be ashamed? This is who he is at night.
Isn't it?]
The clothes were a nice touch.
[Sakamoto hopes that they still smell of Zura's perfume tomorrow.]
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In the end, it didn't matter.
He lost him anyway. ]
It's hard to ignore you.
[ This is said with an unreadable tone of voice; it sounded both stern but fond. His fingers slip, idly playing with the hem along Sakamoto's top, right where it crosses over. ]
I'm sure this set of clothes is dirty from where you've been working today, haaa?
[ Maybe you should take them off, is what he is implying. ]
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