[ 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.
[ Katsura re-appears, also naked to his skin (he did what he said and put his clothes with Sakamoto's in the bin) and is making a hurried beeline back to Sakamoto's side. If his friend— (friend with benefits.... potential boyfriend material) wanted to take a gander at him, he didn't look nearly as hard as Sakamoto. Even if he got pleasure out of ordering people around and being forceful, it wasn't that kind of pleasure.
Some items are in his hand. Nothing too crazy— just safety items for this. If you're going to be sexually active with him, you're going to have to deal with some vanilla sex before he does anything adventurous.
There is, however, a sealed packet in his hand. Yeah, that's a condom, and he's busy putting them on the night stand next to them, not daring to look at his partner just yet.
His hair is obscuring his beet red face, but he manages to say: ]
[Sakamoto leers at friend first, giving him the entire up and down, whistling softly as if he's scored some kind of prize. While some my find it bizarre, for a man's shoulders and torso to be so masculine (hairless, but masculine) while his face remains so delicate, this smarmy bastard enjoys it.
Gender is a silly thing, a funny notion that humans seem to deem important, separate from biological sex entirely. Sakamoto has learned this on his many trips to outer space, so it doesn't bother him in the least. Zura is beautiful and terribly repressed, it shows in his face and his body language, with those stiff expressions, stiff shoulders, and stiff- Well, soon to be stiff cock.
Sakamoto eases backwards, resting on his elbows so he can still stare. Though he's lying doing, something of his is definitely standing straight up.]
[ Again, he can't bring himself to look Sakamoto in the face as he slicks up his fingers with lube and leans over, one hand gripping onto the night stand. Most of his hair obscures his face, thank goodness, as he reaches around and nearly copies the same movements he directed Sakamoto the other night, giving his own ass some attention. Small circles first, pressing further in, circles again. In and out with a single finger a few times.
With a huff, he snips at Sakamoto again: ]
Don't you stare at me. [ Because he can feel your gaze. ]
[ He remains hunched over but removes the one hand gripping the nightstand to bring it around. Something he didn't direct Sakamoto to do the other night. He seems to be using both of his thumbs, rubbing himself for awhile before pressing them both in, his breath gradually becoming hitched at his own motions.
Back to one more hand, he inserts two fingers, sliding them in and out slowly, his other arm quivering while doing so as fingers grip his support. He finally lifts his gaze to look at Sakamoto to the side, parts of his body indicating himself getting ready. Red blankets over his face, not even realizing he is licking his lips when he looks at Sakamoto before dipping his head down to look at the floor again. ]
He can't help but feel like he's watching something incredibly private, and yet he can't tear his eyes away, despite the hint of shame he feels. Breathing becomes hard, and he's dizzy with a peculiar sensation, something similar to what he experiences when he sees a woman undress for him but far, far worse. As a result, he stumbles on one elbow, slipping and sliding further down.
Sakamoto has known for a long time that Zura craves intimacy, love, and acceptance. He is constantly chasing his singular dream of saving Japan and restoring whatever glory it once had, but still remains alone in his endeavors, save for that one alien friend Sakamoto had made sure to send his way. Gintoki was here on Earth before, yes, but he's was never around for as long as Zura wanted, probably.
In this moment, the former samurai is certain that Zura has done this with his childhood friend in mind, and swallows as his thoughts become more perverse by the second. Sakamoto wonders if Zura will do this with him in mind too, and he hopes that it will happen, desperately.]
I wanna be the one to get ya off. You don't hafta do it alone.
[The show is good, the show is great, but Sakamoto wants to touch his friend.
[ He is seeing something extremely private, and it's a good thing Sakamoto realizes. Don't take something like this for granted. If he was really stern about him not watching, he would have readied himself in the bathroom (who knows, maybe he is wanting to give Tatsuma a show. It's a mystery and it'll remain that way.)
His fingers are twisting, pressing firmly against the muscles inches from his entrance as he tries to steady his breath (and, you know, remember to breathe.) His knees almost buckle as he teases a particular sensitive spot, a shaking gasp rattling from behind his chest. After a pause, he stops everything and slips his fingers out entirely to..— —apply some more lubricant.
He seems pretty collected when he speaks, focusing on the lubricant tube. ]
.. Neither do you. [ Katsura gets it. Sakamoto sleeps with other people and beings, but he hopes that Sakamoto feels like this is special to him. Because it's special for Zura. What did it mean? He didn't know. He just knew this was special and.. he loved it.
With that, he nibbles on his lower lip and slips three of his fingers in.. very, very carefully. He'll get used to this feeling, simply holding there in silence before pushing in further. ]
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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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yet, another part of him is craving to do this.. ]
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Some items are in his hand. Nothing too crazy— just safety items for this.
If you're going to be sexually active with him, you're going to have to deal with some vanilla sex before he does anything adventurous.
There is, however, a sealed packet in his hand.
Yeah, that's a condom, and he's busy putting them on the night stand next to them, not daring to look at his partner just yet.
His hair is obscuring his beet red face, but he manages to say: ]
On your back.
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Gender is a silly thing, a funny notion that humans seem to deem important, separate from biological sex entirely. Sakamoto has learned this on his many trips to outer space, so it doesn't bother him in the least. Zura is beautiful and terribly repressed, it shows in his face and his body language, with those stiff expressions, stiff shoulders, and stiff- Well, soon to be stiff cock.
Sakamoto eases backwards, resting on his elbows so he can still stare. Though he's lying doing, something of his is definitely standing straight up.]
What are ya gonna do? Sit on my face?
I wouldn't mind.
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[ Again, he can't bring himself to look Sakamoto in the face as he slicks up his fingers with lube and leans over, one hand gripping onto the night stand. Most of his hair obscures his face, thank goodness, as he reaches around and nearly copies the same movements he directed Sakamoto the other night, giving his own ass some attention. Small circles first, pressing further in, circles again. In and out with a single finger a few times.
With a huff, he snips at Sakamoto again: ]
Don't you stare at me.
[ Because he can feel your gaze. ]
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[Tenderly, because he does care.]
You don't want me to do that for you?
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Hush, Sakamoto.
[ He remains hunched over but removes the one hand gripping the nightstand to bring it around. Something he didn't direct Sakamoto to do the other night. He seems to be using both of his thumbs, rubbing himself for awhile before pressing them both in, his breath gradually becoming hitched at his own motions.
Back to one more hand, he inserts two fingers, sliding them in and out slowly, his other arm quivering while doing so as fingers grip his support.
He finally lifts his gaze to look at Sakamoto to the side, parts of his body indicating himself getting ready. Red blankets over his face, not even realizing he is licking his lips when he looks at Sakamoto before dipping his head down to look at the floor again. ]
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He can't help but feel like he's watching something incredibly private, and yet he can't tear his eyes away, despite the hint of shame he feels. Breathing becomes hard, and he's dizzy with a peculiar sensation, something similar to what he experiences when he sees a woman undress for him but far, far worse. As a result, he stumbles on one elbow, slipping and sliding further down.
Sakamoto has known for a long time that Zura craves intimacy, love, and acceptance. He is constantly chasing his singular dream of saving Japan and restoring whatever glory it once had, but still remains alone in his endeavors, save for that one alien friend Sakamoto had made sure to send his way. Gintoki was here on Earth before, yes, but he's was never around for as long as Zura wanted, probably.
In this moment, the former samurai is certain that Zura has done this with his childhood friend in mind, and swallows as his thoughts become more perverse by the second. Sakamoto wonders if Zura will do this with him in mind too, and he hopes that it will happen, desperately.]
I wanna be the one to get ya off. You don't hafta do it alone.
[The show is good, the show is great, but Sakamoto wants to touch his friend.
He wants to make sure-]
You don't have to be lonely tonight.
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His fingers are twisting, pressing firmly against the muscles inches from his entrance as he tries to steady his breath (and, you know, remember to breathe.) His knees almost buckle as he teases a particular sensitive spot, a shaking gasp rattling from behind his chest. After a pause, he stops everything and slips his fingers out entirely to..—
—apply some more lubricant.
He seems pretty collected when he speaks, focusing on the lubricant tube. ]
.. Neither do you.
[ Katsura gets it. Sakamoto sleeps with other people and beings, but he hopes that Sakamoto feels like this is special to him.
Because it's special for Zura. What did it mean? He didn't know. He just knew this was special and.. he loved it.
With that, he nibbles on his lower lip and slips three of his fingers in.. very, very carefully. He'll get used to this feeling, simply holding there in silence before pushing in further. ]
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