[ 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. ]
You're a mess. [ Katsura doesn't think much of this— even he did, he probably would have caught onto Sakamoto being crude again, but instead, he takes this moment very seriously. Katsura slides off of him and lands on his feet on the flooring, gesturing for Sakamoto to join him. ]
Stand up. [ He even reaches over and grabs Sakamoto's wrists, helping him get to his feet. Then, without much hestitation, he seems very persistent on getting Sakamoto's clothing off of him, starting with the top, peeling open it open and shoving the sleeves off of his shoulders. ]
Honestly. What do you do to get yourself dirty? [ don't answer that, please. ]
[Sakamoto holds his hands over his head all too willingly. This is nice... It doesn't matter if Zura is just being a mom, he's taking filthy clothes off the body of an even filthier man.]
When I pee sometimes, I forget to pull the zipper down far enough. So there's a little-
[ He pulls the shirt off with ease, especially with Sakamoto cooperating with him and whips it to the side before folding his clothes up delicately— even though it is going to be washed soon. He pauses to just give Tatsuma a pointed look— as if a warning— before resuming what he was doing. ]
You know better. Offensive odor could easily make you lose a client, even if it does dry quick. Zip yourself all the way down and be careful when zipping back up so you don't catch yourself. [ a friendly reminder that every man their age should know by now. He puts the shirt to the side and presses the tip of his fingers along Sakamoto's waist band— underneath it. He then slides his fingers to Sakamoto's hips, loosening them before he gets going on his fly.
He's aware of Sakamoto's.. slight problem down there but it doesn't seem to stop him from demonstrating, pulling the zipper all the way down. He'll help you take care of that this time; just be patient. ]
[Sakamoto bites his lip as Zura fusses with his pants, surprisingly rough hands gliding against neglected parts of his body. Much to his dismay, he gasps as the zipper and consequently, Zura's hand slide over his growing erection, and he instinctively arches his hips forward to enjoy the brief pleasurable sensation.
Sitting down only makes it worse. He's made very conscious of that obvious bulge, everything shifting uncomfortably as he attempts to get settled in place.]
I'm sure some of them don't have brains either. [ He's preoccupied to pay much mind to how Sakamoto reacts to these touches, but can only give him a mere look, rather unimpressed, as Sakamoto struggles to get comfortable. Really? Did he really stir Sakamoto up this much by being forceful?
He doesn't have to say anything with a look like that— his face says it all (something along the lines of how shameful of you) just pausing awkwardly and staring at Sakamoto before resuming his business.
Zura bends over and grabs Tatsuma's pants at the ankle, beginning to tug them off of him; please assist by lifting your butt and pushing them off. ]
Some of them probably have heightened noses too. Especially those animal ones. [ Once his britches are off, Zura will stand back up, taking them and the shirt to the bathroom where the clothes bin is.
[Sakamoto doesn't respond to Zura's criticisms, as arguing with him is a moot point. He definitely cooperates as Zura tugs his trousers off, and is surprised but then immediately irritated at himself for feeling that way when his friend leaves him alone.
The merchant then takes this time to lie down on his side, fighting dreary ideas that persist in his head. He eyes that tray the hotel staff brought in, wondering if any wine is leftover...]
[ It's a bit quiet in the bathroom for awhile before Katsura calls out: ]
Sakamoto. I seems my clothes are dirty too— I should take care of them both together, don't you think? It will save water. I hope you don't mind— they are both dark colors in any case.
[ A very distinct clearing of his throat. ]
But I will do them tomorrow. There's something else I want to do with you tonight. [ how bold. ]
[He perks up at that immediately, chuckling at that undertone of arousal in Zura's voice. Although his fingers are already tugging at the hem of his boxers, he calls back:]
You don't wanna see me take 'em off? I can put on a little show for ya.
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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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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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Y-yes. They're very dirty.
I've been a bad boy.
[SAKAMOTOOOOO?!]
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[ Katsura doesn't think much of this— even he did, he probably would have caught onto Sakamoto being crude again, but instead, he takes this moment very seriously. Katsura slides off of him and lands on his feet on the flooring, gesturing for Sakamoto to join him. ]
Stand up.
[ He even reaches over and grabs Sakamoto's wrists, helping him get to his feet. Then, without much hestitation, he seems very persistent on getting Sakamoto's clothing off of him, starting with the top, peeling open it open and shoving the sleeves off of his shoulders. ]
Honestly. What do you do to get yourself dirty?
[ don't answer that, please. ]
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[Sakamoto holds his hands over his head all too willingly. This is nice... It doesn't matter if Zura is just being a mom, he's taking filthy clothes off the body of an even filthier man.]
When I pee sometimes, I forget to pull the zipper down far enough. So there's a little-
[DON't GESTICULATE LIKE THAT]
Spray. You know? At least it dries quickly.
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You know better.
Offensive odor could easily make you lose a client, even if it does dry quick. Zip yourself all the way down and be careful when zipping back up so you don't catch yourself.
[ a friendly reminder that every man their age should know by now. He puts the shirt to the side and presses the tip of his fingers along Sakamoto's waist band— underneath it. He then slides his fingers to Sakamoto's hips, loosening them before he gets going on his fly.
He's aware of Sakamoto's.. slight problem down there but it doesn't seem to stop him from demonstrating, pulling the zipper all the way down.
He'll help you take care of that this time; just be patient. ]
Like so.
[ A slight huff. ]
—Sit on the bed.
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Sitting down only makes it worse. He's made very conscious of that obvious bulge, everything shifting uncomfortably as he attempts to get settled in place.]
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[ He's preoccupied to pay much mind to how Sakamoto reacts to these touches, but can only give him a mere look, rather unimpressed, as Sakamoto struggles to get comfortable. Really? Did he really stir Sakamoto up this much by being forceful?
He doesn't have to say anything with a look like that— his face says it all (something along the lines of how shameful of you) just pausing awkwardly and staring at Sakamoto before resuming his business.
Zura bends over and grabs Tatsuma's pants at the ankle, beginning to tug them off of him; please assist by lifting your butt and pushing them off. ]
Some of them probably have heightened noses too. Especially those animal ones.
[ Once his britches are off, Zura will stand back up, taking them and the shirt to the bathroom where the clothes bin is.
He's gone, for now. ]
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The merchant then takes this time to lie down on his side, fighting dreary ideas that persist in his head. He eyes that tray the hotel staff brought in, wondering if any wine is leftover...]
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Sakamoto.
I seems my clothes are dirty too— I should take care of them both together, don't you think? It will save water. I hope you don't mind— they are both dark colors in any case.
[ A very distinct clearing of his throat. ]
But I will do them tomorrow. There's something else I want to do with you tonight.
[ how bold. ]
You can start by taking off your underwear.
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You don't wanna see me take 'em off? I can put on a little show for ya.
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Take them off, Sakamoto.
[ —is all he gets in response. It sounds like a pretty firm command at this rate. ]
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They're gone already!
[He tosses them over the other side of the bed, whistling to create his own sound effects.]
So long!
[did he rly just wish his underwear gudbye]
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