[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. ]
[Maybe this is Zura's way of getting Sakamoto to remember him when he's galaxies away, and it's true that he won't forget. There is something beautiful about how his friend's back arches when he pleasures himself, the way his lips part but the sound is almost lost in his throat, barely escaping. Still, Sakamoto is quiet, and he watches Zura's chest rise and fall.
It requires every ounce of discipline to keep from touching himself, but he does. He can't screw this up. This is so very strange, he finds himself loving and hating every second of this private peepshow, because he feels such joy and bitterness at the same time.
They can only be together for the time being, so he'll enjoy it. That's what he thinks about most things, not typically bothered by how temporary they are because he'll remember them fondly. So why is he bothered now? Hot and bothered, certainly, but there's a pang of anguish in his gut as he realizes that maybe this will be the last time they do anything of the sort.]
Zura...
I feel hot. L-like! I know I ain't bad lookin', but...
[ Zura waits, allowing his muscles to get accustomed to the feeling of three fingers— it's a bit painful, but he just wants to be certain this won't be a problem when they're in the middle of fucking each other. He cannot remember the last time he's slept with somebody, specifically another guy.. was it really with their other mutual friend that he doesn't want anything to do with now?
Better not think about him right now. It'll kill his boner.
Katsura is properly flushed and covered in a sheer, thin veil of sweat. He can only give Sakamoto a glance when he speaks up, and god.
God. He doesn't remember Sakamoto looking like this the other night and Katsura has to tear his eyes away. Something about the way his voice stammers; his face looks desperate. He just wants to get this part over with and be all over him. He picks up the pace with his fingers only for a moment, trying to not get too carried away before he pulls out entirely, grabbing a tissue and cleaning off his hands. He's panting at this rate and the only indication of the warm feeling bubbling up in his tummy is the fact he's gotten hard now, fingers trembling— but...
Everything else about Katsura was in control— precise. He goes about like he didn't just shove his fingers up his butt in front of his friend. In fact, he just goes ahead and opens the condom like this was nothing— like he's just preparing food or you know.. some other kind of chore. Sure, he was a prude at times. He got embarrassed a lot— but one thing was certain, he knew how to stay calm and collected in most cases. ]
I can see that. [ He merely says, holding the tip of the condom and making his way over to his partner. ]
I'm going to touch you now. [ thanks for the warning, Zura. ]
[Sakamoto watches everything, head dipping as he begins to understand. There's a flicker of pain in Zura's expression, given away by the slight discomfort accompanied by the bitten lip and scrunched up nose. He doesn't do this often and isn't crazy enough to shove anything particularly large up his ass, and to be fair, that isn't what Zura wants.
The other man is far more romantic with his fantasies, he wants to feel pleasure but the physical aspect isn't nearly as important as being cherished. So Sakamoto will let him know, continuing to look on with hungry, needy eyes.]
Please.
Your hands have been so kind to me, all these years...
[Sakamoto's voice is lower now, low and far away.]
But when you touch me like this, it feels so personal.
[He confesses quietly, like a schoolboy reluctantly admitting a crush:]
I don't think I've ever had that. I just wanna know-
[Sakamoto reaches out to caress Zura's right hand with his own, scar tissue brushing against calloused palms.]
It's okay with you, right? That we're making love.
[ Katsura pinches the bottom of the condom and looks at Sakamoto when he speaks. By now, Zura had come down off of his buzz he was feeling earlier, though there was still something about him that seemed to relax. That was the first point that this was alright. The samurai usually had such a tensed and stern expression, accompanied by a particular way to carry himself. Posture straight, hands folded in his sleeves, carefully guarded. Here, he looks completely vulnerable— exposed to his flesh and his heart beat pounding into his ears.
Is it okay with him? Even if it wasn't he couldn't easily back down now, but.. it wasn't as if Katsura hadn't given this thought.
What did it mean though? Every time this question passed through his mind, he failed to find an answer, but he had an answer to this current question. His cheeks, bright red and aflame even in this dim light, very easily shown his embarrassment as he placed the rubber over Sakamoto's prick, pulling the very end down to the base of his cock carefully and keeping hold of the tip of the condom with his other hand. He allowed some space for his friend's release, tugging it just a hair more before reaching over to obtain a lubricant and continue the preperation. ]
I know it's okay— To pursue what I want. I always pursue what I want. That has always been okay.
What I want to pursue now.. is to be with you. [ He says, voice sounding meek and above a whisper. He glazes a good amount over Sakamoto's erection, smoothing it down with a few light, gentle pumps. He then reaches over for another tissue to clean the excess off of his hands. What a fussy thing. ]
[Like everything in life, pleasure comes at a price.
Sakamoto does his best to restrain any lewd noises, despite the almost irresistible desire to sigh as Zura prepares him so carefully for what they are about to do. The starved look he gives his friend is such an honest one, peeking through the veneer of obstinate boorishness and joy. It's clear from the look in his eyes that he's never married the two, intimacy of the mind and body, and whatever pampering he's experienced previously has all been paid for. He will be paying for this too, when he drinks too much and falls into the arms of random strangers across the universe and he'll imagine someone else entirely.
He has a sinking feeling that Zura will become a person he thinks about, a person he thinks about but cannot touch, like another very important woman who he sees more frequently. But there is a difference between those two relationships, he knows he cannot have her, he has never seen her naked and denies his feelings for her outright, despite how strong and visible they are. His very pretty friend, on the other hand, likes to be held and doesn't mind holding, and is going to make a very beautiful mess of Sakamoto's body tonight.]
Don't be sad later, okay?
[Spoken as if he's reminding himself.]
You're on this planet with so many wonderful gifts! I believe in you and what you can do. That is more important than whatever this is.
[Softly, as he tries to conceal the fact that he's hurt by his own words (usually he wouldn't be, because that is the truth and that is how he is, this is why he doesn't fuck friends), his lips part briefly.]
[ Don't be sad later. Well, he wasn't going to think about being sad later but now that Sakamoto has mentioned it.. he's thinking of the instance where he might feel regret; where maybe Sakamoto feels sad later and his persistence is part of it. Or them parting ways and him no able to be with him when he wants to.
Was.. he really thinking of these kind of sad thoughts? It was almost like.. almost like— ]
I won't. [ —they were already something. Something romantic. He brushes the thought away. He reassures Tatsuma, though his speech is firm and confident, it probably was dishonest. Maybe Sakamoto could read it in his eyes, especially since he has traveled the universe and dealt with many dishonest people.
One thing was certain, though. The way he handled Sakamoto was with utmost sincerity; nothing was with an ulterior motive, such as payment, or lukewarm and lacking feeling that was just to get by for tonight. He runs his palms down Sakamoto's thighs, daring to dip down and kiss right along his inner thigh over a particular muscle that stood out to him. This is probably as close Sakamoto's dick will ever get to his mouth, to be honest. Enjoy it while you can.
With an uneasy breath he slips upward, crawling onto the bed and looming over Sakamoto. ]
I hope you don't mind.. [ how polite. ] I'd like to kiss you a little first. Just a little. [ how particular. Kiss him, he does, and doesn't dilly-dally on this either. His mouth is already partially open. ]
[Sakamoto turns positively pink when he feels Zura's lips against his thigh, laughter high pitched as his knee jerks upwards against his will.
Very rarely has he been catered to with this kind of sweetness. Rarely? Maybe never at all. He doesn't remember.]
Ah-
[He recalls being in situations like this before, but with women on top. There's nothing soft about Zura's body, save for his hair and his lips and the look in his eyes, and Zura's arousal is clearly apparent. This time Sakamoto throws caution to the wind, kissing back roughly, with the appetite of some kind of animal, almost selfishly. A hand darts up to grab hold of Zura's face, because for a brief moment in time Sakamoto wants to imagine what it would be like to have the other man all to himself. This doesn't last very long, however.
The kisses become slower, more tender and lingering.
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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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It requires every ounce of discipline to keep from touching himself, but he does. He can't screw this up. This is so very strange, he finds himself loving and hating every second of this private peepshow, because he feels such joy and bitterness at the same time.
They can only be together for the time being, so he'll enjoy it. That's what he thinks about most things, not typically bothered by how temporary they are because he'll remember them fondly. So why is he bothered now? Hot and bothered, certainly, but there's a pang of anguish in his gut as he realizes that maybe this will be the last time they do anything of the sort.]
Zura...
I feel hot. L-like! I know I ain't bad lookin', but...
[With honesty:]
You're really makin' me sweat.
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Better not think about him right now. It'll kill his boner.
Katsura is properly flushed and covered in a sheer, thin veil of sweat. He can only give Sakamoto a glance when he speaks up, and god.
God.
He doesn't remember Sakamoto looking like this the other night and Katsura has to tear his eyes away. Something about the way his voice stammers; his face looks desperate. He just wants to get this part over with and be all over him.
He picks up the pace with his fingers only for a moment, trying to not get too carried away before he pulls out entirely, grabbing a tissue and cleaning off his hands. He's panting at this rate and the only indication of the warm feeling bubbling up in his tummy is the fact he's gotten hard now, fingers trembling— but...
Everything else about Katsura was in control— precise. He goes about like he didn't just shove his fingers up his butt in front of his friend. In fact, he just goes ahead and opens the condom like this was nothing— like he's just preparing food or you know.. some other kind of chore.
Sure, he was a prude at times. He got embarrassed a lot— but one thing was certain, he knew how to stay calm and collected in most cases. ]
I can see that.
[ He merely says, holding the tip of the condom and making his way over to his partner. ]
I'm going to touch you now.
[ thanks for the warning, Zura. ]
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The other man is far more romantic with his fantasies, he wants to feel pleasure but the physical aspect isn't nearly as important as being cherished. So Sakamoto will let him know, continuing to look on with hungry, needy eyes.]
Please.
Your hands have been so kind to me, all these years...
[Sakamoto's voice is lower now, low and far away.]
But when you touch me like this, it feels so personal.
[He confesses quietly, like a schoolboy reluctantly admitting a crush:]
I don't think I've ever had that. I just wanna know-
[Sakamoto reaches out to caress Zura's right hand with his own, scar tissue brushing against calloused palms.]
It's okay with you, right? That we're making love.
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Is it okay with him?
Even if it wasn't he couldn't easily back down now, but.. it wasn't as if Katsura hadn't given this thought.
What did it mean though? Every time this question passed through his mind, he failed to find an answer, but he had an answer to this current question.
His cheeks, bright red and aflame even in this dim light, very easily shown his embarrassment as he placed the rubber over Sakamoto's prick, pulling the very end down to the base of his cock carefully and keeping hold of the tip of the condom with his other hand. He allowed some space for his friend's release, tugging it just a hair more before reaching over to obtain a lubricant and continue the preperation. ]
I know it's okay—
To pursue what I want.
I always pursue what I want.
That has always been okay.
What I want to pursue now.. is to be with you.
[ He says, voice sounding meek and above a whisper. He glazes a good amount over Sakamoto's erection, smoothing it down with a few light, gentle pumps.
He then reaches over for another tissue to clean the excess off of his hands. What a fussy thing. ]
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Sakamoto does his best to restrain any lewd noises, despite the almost irresistible desire to sigh as Zura prepares him so carefully for what they are about to do. The starved look he gives his friend is such an honest one, peeking through the veneer of obstinate boorishness and joy. It's clear from the look in his eyes that he's never married the two, intimacy of the mind and body, and whatever pampering he's experienced previously has all been paid for. He will be paying for this too, when he drinks too much and falls into the arms of random strangers across the universe and he'll imagine someone else entirely.
He has a sinking feeling that Zura will become a person he thinks about, a person he thinks about but cannot touch, like another very important woman who he sees more frequently. But there is a difference between those two relationships, he knows he cannot have her, he has never seen her naked and denies his feelings for her outright, despite how strong and visible they are. His very pretty friend, on the other hand, likes to be held and doesn't mind holding, and is going to make a very beautiful mess of Sakamoto's body tonight.]
Don't be sad later, okay?
[Spoken as if he's reminding himself.]
You're on this planet with so many wonderful gifts! I believe in you and what you can do. That is more important than whatever this is.
[Softly, as he tries to conceal the fact that he's hurt by his own words (usually he wouldn't be, because that is the truth and that is how he is, this is why he doesn't fuck friends), his lips part briefly.]
I know that's somethin' ya already understand.
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Or them parting ways and him no able to be with him when he wants to.
Was.. he really thinking of these kind of sad thoughts? It was almost like.. almost like— ]
I won't.
[ —they were already something. Something romantic. He brushes the thought away. He reassures Tatsuma, though his speech is firm and confident, it probably was dishonest. Maybe Sakamoto could read it in his eyes, especially since he has traveled the universe and dealt with many dishonest people.
One thing was certain, though. The way he handled Sakamoto was with utmost sincerity; nothing was with an ulterior motive, such as payment, or lukewarm and lacking feeling that was just to get by for tonight.
He runs his palms down Sakamoto's thighs, daring to dip down and kiss right along his inner thigh over a particular muscle that stood out to him. This is probably as close Sakamoto's dick will ever get to his mouth, to be honest. Enjoy it while you can.
With an uneasy breath he slips upward, crawling onto the bed and looming over Sakamoto. ]
I hope you don't mind.. [ how polite. ]
I'd like to kiss you a little first. Just a little.
[ how particular.
Kiss him, he does, and doesn't dilly-dally on this either. His mouth is already partially open. ]
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Very rarely has he been catered to with this kind of sweetness. Rarely? Maybe never at all. He doesn't remember.]
Ah-
[He recalls being in situations like this before, but with women on top. There's nothing soft about Zura's body, save for his hair and his lips and the look in his eyes, and Zura's arousal is clearly apparent. This time Sakamoto throws caution to the wind, kissing back roughly, with the appetite of some kind of animal, almost selfishly. A hand darts up to grab hold of Zura's face, because for a brief moment in time Sakamoto wants to imagine what it would be like to have the other man all to himself. This doesn't last very long, however.
The kisses become slower, more tender and lingering.
He feels guilt.]
You weren't feelin' down today, were ya?
Is there anything I can do for you?
This is a lot.
["Thank you so much."]
You feelin' alright?
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