[Sakamoto smiles wide again, and though it is a nervous one, it's sincere. He really hasn't been spoiled like this ever, especially not by someone he holds so dear. All the love in his life has been tough, but Zura's hands have always been gentle. Perhaps that's why Sakamoto gravitates towards him so much, and bothers to listen to Zura's absurd banter. To be fair, Sakamoto doesn't find it too absurd.
He enjoys it, just like he's enjoying what they're doing now, perhaps a little too much.
It is only tonight where he realizes that maybe he's always wanted to be kissed like this, because he never has.]
Forgive me.
[For being so useless. He can barely concentrate, as his body practically melts into the sheets. Sakamoto's head arches back as he moans without warning, clinging to Zura for support.
This is the first time he'll properly fuck a man, isn't it?
It really feels like a first time.]
I-
[A hoarse whisper, because it's all he can manage at the moment:]
[ And maybe Katsura feels like he can freely banter in front of Sakamoto for that reason. He wasn't one to hold his opinions back much, anyway, but knowing his friend accepts him even if they disagree on some things is precisely what he likes; it's what he wants.
To be accepted, all of his quirks included.
It wasn't like he didn't have people who did accept him— he did. A lot of them agreed with him and that's why they're his followers. But being so close to somebody else like this who accepts him, cares for him, and loves him to an extent also makes him happy.
He feels happy. He hasn't felt happy in months. That's why he wants to push their intimacy. He wants more of this happiness.
Zura pulls back, leaving Sakamoto with some of his own lingering sweat on his body, various stray hairs sticking to his own face and neck. His body ached and yearned; feeling the stiffness between his fingers excited him, but he took his time with this.
I feel so good, he says, which relieves him to a degree. Katsura knew what to do and was educated on how to have sex; he wasn't a virgin; but he also wasn't one who did it a lot. Hearing this just made something inside of him bubble up with pride. He doesn't have anything to say to that, but he does give his friend a smile of his own, which also appeared nervous. It's brief and warm and if Tatsuma isn't paying attention to him, he'd probably miss it.
He holds himself positioned on his knees to angle himself properly, using his other hand to spread his own cheeks and ease down, pressing the tip of his partner's prick right on through. Easy does it, and easy he goes, feeling his breath catch in his chest, thick lashes flickering shut for a moment. It hurt, just at first as the ring of muscles clenched. He took a few deep breaths, concentrating on relaxing himself. He eases himself down even further, forgetting to breathe as he fully takes Sakamoto in. A sharp gasp escapes his lips but he quiets down soon enough, teeth sinking into his tucked lip.
Katsura finds his hands on Sakamoto's sides, holding himself steady around his rib cage with his palms and doesn't make any movements just yet as he gets used to this feeling. ]
Haaa..
[ He lifts one hand to his lips, wiping off some stray spit wordlessly. Katsura hasn't got much to say, if you haven't noticed, so he'll swallow and begin. He'll move his hips, churning them slowly at first from left to right. ]
[Sakamoto cringes at the sound it all makes, experiencing slight discomfort as Zura's body rejects him at first. He lets out a loud noise, something between a gasp and a sigh, high-pitched and strange, and far more mousy than he would have liked.
Shortly, however, he's awash with pleasure again, feeling tightness in his abdomen as his hands settle on Zura's hips and then his ass, squeezing the cheeks albeit gently as he watches it all go down. This should be special, and it is to a certain extent, but suddenly it all feels too dirty. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be seeing the Zura's face redden or his cock leak, but Sakamoto finds himself desperately attempting to make eye contact.
This is awkward, too awkward, because for the first time in his life he feels guilty for wanting to take someone's breath away, for reasons other than snot-nosed pettiness. He has nothing to prove here, as his old friend doesn't believe him to be a drunken louse who is no good in bed, and isn't attempting to con Sakamoto out of his hard-earned salary (most of which he reinvests into the company itself). There is no unsettling power dynamic here, no woman playing coy in hopes of toppling an empire or one day creating her own. Sure, there are many times when Sakamoto meets random people on the street, enjoys the way they sigh and touch his arm, wanting nothing more than their happiness but this is that feeling tenfold.
Zura is far more important than some stranger he happened to meet by chance.]
Mmmm...
[Sakamoto hums, thinking that this would be better if he was sitting up, so they could kiss and show Zura that he was worthy of love somehow. He constantly feels as though he needs to be doing more, an obligation that doesn't often cross his mind during bedtime rendezvous.]
I'm not okay, I'm Katsura--! [ really. Right now? During this? ]
[ These small movements are enough to get him used to having something he isn't quite accustomed to having up there after a moment. ]
S—Shut up. You're not big enough for it to hurt too much. I'm not stopping— aaah—nything.
[ He's about to increase his speed and pressure, hips beginning to roll forward to find a good pace. His grip on Sakamoto's sides hold tighter as he tips his head down, hiding his face from view; anything to conceal how much he was actually enjoying this. It feels funny at first, but Sakamoto is so warm.
His body, inside of him, felt so warm. And hard.
He likes it.
He doesn't realize his nails are digging into him. ]
[After letting go of Zura's rear briefly, Sakamoto props himself up on his elbows, a difficult task when his mind and body are completely focused on something else, but he manages. Obnoxiously, he blows air into Zura's face, momentarily dispelling locks of hair.]
Big talk for a guy who seems ta really be enjoyin' himself!
[ His eyes are shut, trying so desperately to at least locate that joyous spot that seemed to be hidden for the time being. God.
Though, Sakamoto is making this extremely difficult with his stupid chit-chat, his stupid laughing— and there is breeze in his face? His face, reddened from his cheek to cheek, down his neck and spreading over his shoulders near his chest indicates both embarrassment and anger. Like when you blow in a cat's face and they just freeze up, trying to process what just happened.. that is exactly what is happening with Katsura.
He gives Sakamoto a dangerous look with his eyes before pressing his palm against Sakamoto's head and knocking him back against the bed. His trembling hands fidget, searching for Sakamoto's wrists— in which they pin him down again and provide Zura with something to hold onto for support. His arm muscles tense as he grips, baring his teeth slightly. He refuses to verbally tell Sakamoto to shut up once more— he knows that it is impossible at this rate. And so, he'll do the opposite and try to make him even noisier.
There's a sudden increase in both his speed, pressure, enthusiasm. Katsura pants, huffs, groans shamelessly along with the sound of their skin shifting, moving, clashing.
He only hopes the same thing happens to Sakamoto. ]
[As Sakamoto is thrust back onto the bed, his hips lurch upwards involuntarily. He hits something, hopefully something good, and bites his lip as Zura's voice resonates throughout the room.
There's an angry expression on other's face, despite the quick pace and elaborate gestures. Sakamoto wishes he could savor that noise, knowing that it will be burned into his memory forever, but he wonders for a moment...
Is it real? This is a disgusting thought that seeps into his mind; it poisons everything. Sake, where is the sake? He craves it to dim the unpleasant whispering of a voice he can hardly place, a voice that often visits him at night when he wishes to be alone, to sleep.
Perhaps he doesn't deserve this.
Quietly, Sakamoto struggles to take hold of Zura's hands, as if to apologize. He wants to say, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
[ It is easier for Katsura to become colder to people than Sakamoto; and maybe he shouldn't associate so much aggression in his behavior right now, but.. The head of his cock ruts against something that does feel good, and it causes his toes to curl and his fingers to flex. ]
A—ah! [ A bit if a surprised sound, but his body jolts and straightens. Beads of sweat are trickling down his chest, taut muscles rippling through each movement he makes. His pace slows, face twisting into something that looks uncomfortable, and he eases to a stop. Ah, something needs to be fixed here so he'll take a moment to do that. Hair is sticking across his jaw, right along his lips and he swallows. Hard. His palms open, fumble around until he links hands with Sakamoto's, pushing his fingers through and intertwining them. ]
—It felt good. [ Yeah, it felt good. If he were one to be so openly shameless, he's go into description of how good it actually feels; to have something to hard and pulsating inside of him, hugged by his ring of muscles, brushing against the nerves of his body. His voice is dry; almost like he can hardly talk so it's probably for the better anyway. He has to re-position himself, hopefully for the better; and hopefully to encourage Sakamoto to buck against him again.
He does take a moment, however, and brings a hand to his lips, curling his knuckles and speaking against Sakamoto's fingers, eyes closing. ]
Please do that again. [ There's a kiss across Sakamoto's fingers as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Move with me. [ He resumes the pace, steady this time. ]
[He's let his nerves catch up with him, a thing that does not happen very often. Sakamoto has very little knowledge of how it feels to be in Zura's position, though he has quite a few hazy memories of questionable things he's had inside of him after one too many drinks. Pleasure is all he remembers, pleasure of the overwhelming sort.
Sakamoto returns the kiss, pressing his lips to Zura's hands and tasting the sweat, feeling something drip from his own brow and down the side of his face. He bucks his hips clumsily at first, in a piss poor attempt to hit whatever spot he'd gotten hold of the first time, but he gets better as seconds pass, matching Zura's speed eventually.
He alternates between guilt and ecstasy, because he's never felt quite this good, never had his body sing a tune this beautiful. A friend has given him something so valuable, not just a moment of his time but a little piece of his soul and a whole lot of his skin. Sakamoto arcs his head back far, and further still, his back arching into an almost perfect curve as sweat pools on his brow and his abdomen. That already well-defined midline becomes more defined as it glistens with the signs of his own rapture, though his cheeks and chest remain red.
What he wants is something special, something he doesn't deserve to have. Here is a peek at something, what it is like to be someone's most precious person, in ways that Mutsu does not hold him dear.
Oof— [ —is Katsura's response at first, nearly falling forward on Sakamoto; that was a bit eager and he is certain he'll be feeling it the next day. Though, he keeps their hands out to keep him from completely collapsing on Sakamoto— not yet— not until they've both finished.
Of all the people in their group as they ran across the battlefields, dried blood on their wrists and faces, Katsura never imagined he would end up like this with Sakamoto. Takasugi was the first one to invade his heart as a child; Gintoki was the one who prevented him from going down a destructive path, also winning his heart. He wouldn't admit to anyone how frail he was when it came to keeping his heart guarded— it was embarrassing how he could so easily be captivated.
And here, right now, those same and familiar emotions tug at him, pulling him down, down, down—
Why?
Would Sakamoto leave too? Leave his mind as Takasugi did or leave his body to travel to heaven like Gintoki did? Would it happen too soon like the other two? ]
Haaa, ahh— damn. [ He's not very loud, par se, but he does sound very desperate. Their pace is gentle at the moment, and he can feel himself reaching his limit soon, mind drawing to a haze. ]
Harder. [ how filthy.... His hands squeeze Sakamoto's, holding tight— aaand— faster and harder he goes! ]
[Sakamoto has always noticed. Katsura is strong and resilient, despite his cowardly ways. Strong, but sometimes forgotten. Quiet as Zura's ways are, Sakamoto has always noticed him. When Zura isn't talking, the spaceman can see them- The withers of doubt, the pent-up frustration with himself, and the crippling loneliness. Hollow, but most obvious when he thinks no one is looking.
He lurches upwards without warning.
Sakamoto's hand cannot grip a sword, but there is still evidence of a beast lurking within. He leaps with the strength of an animal, breaking free of Zura's hold and wrapping his arms around his friend but falling as their mouths crash together. An unexpected circumstance, but not one he cannot work with. He withdraws his hands after that quick embrace, he has to in order to support himself for what he is about to do.
There is a look of intensity on his face, one of deep concentration. He thrusts hard, harder than before, wincing in fear of hurting his friend. He inches closer, however, and their foreheads touch.]
Harder and faster?
[Sakamoto begins to follow those directions, grinning widely as he does, but only briefly, just for enough time to say this:]
[ An embarrassing noise escapes Katsura's mouth when Sakamoto finally sits up and crashes against him, knocking him backwards in an aggressive kiss. It's more mousy than anything, the curve of his head reaching the foot of the bed as they both almost fall off of it. A turn of events, and positions, it looks like. Surprisingly enough, Katsura shows no indication of rebelling against it.
His heart is racing, practically falling out of his chest as he looks up at Sakamoto with wide eyes. It's a good thing he relaxes from the change when he does, because Sakamoto bucks into him, not quite hitting where he needs to but Katsura's response is positive. A loud noise that he's been holding back finally rings in the air, and he can only lift one hand and cup it over his lips, looking at Sakamoto like he had done something terrible. For shame.
Meekly, he speaks through his fingers, which begin to spread apart: ]
It's not filthy lil' rascal, it's K—atsura. [ Locks of hair fall against the side of the duvet, his face turning a bright, new shade of red. ]
W—What do you think you're doing? [ He doesn't sound scolding or harsh— it's more curious, if anything. ]
[Sakamoto feels a surge of something wonderful, almost like confidence.
He stops moving his hips for a brief moment in time, leaning over his friend and leering almost, taking the time to brush his hands over the other's chest and over the nipples, before moving them downwards and towards either side of Zura's body. Sakamoto straightens his back as he does so, knowing that this will give his partner a full view of his body, something he has a feeling the other will enjoy.
Suddenly, he grabs hold of Zura's thighs, yanking him closer before answering cheekily:]
You. ♥
[This is much better.
Sakamoto is relentless as he begins to pound into him, with more fervor than before. Everything becomes simpler when he knows he's doing well, and so he lets out a cry or two as he moves, jutting his hips back and forth as hard and fast as they can carry him.
This is intimate, too. Zura can watch him come this way, watch as every muscle of his body goes slack when it all ends, and also see Sakamoto the way he's used to seeing him. Noisy and happy, very much so. A man who loves his friends and sees no shame in doing anything he can to cheer them up, even this.]
[ You? What a bastard. That's all he can think of in his hazy mind right now. And, well, he isn't exactly wrong, and as much as Katsura likes to have control over a situation, something about being taken control of by force just seems so attractive to him. He's not going to ever tell Sakamoto that, but maybe he'll figure it out, especially by how easily Katsura gives in.
His fingers press tightly against his lips again, eyes squeezing shut and the very ends of them pricking with tears. It was hard to explain why the ends of his lashes were wet; he wasn't showing any signs of pain or displeasure but he just felt very.. overwhelmed at this rate and it wasn't precisely a bad thing. He peers at Sakamoto a few times and does enjoy the view, but he's concentrating right now on trying to breathe and not sound too humiliating.
He doesn't feel comfortable, yet, to expose all of his thoughts and feelings to Sakamoto. Again, how good it feels, how much he is loving it. He opts for keeping as tight-lipped as possible— but that doesn't mean he'll always be like that— especially if they choose to continue to do things like this.
He wonders that.
Sakamoto hits where he needs to one after another after another. Holy shit. He can read it on Katsura's face, even if he isn't exclaiming yes, yes, and yes over again.
His heart drums in his ears as his vision seems fades to white, his toes clenching up. He comes, just like that, and pulls his hand from his lips so he can gasp for air properly. Wow. Things were cumbersome and moments were uncomfortable during this, but it was worth it. Even if the hot mess over his body is irritating, he doesn't tell Sakamoto to stop.
His head lulls to the side, peering up at Sakamoto, almost bashfully. ]
Please finish. [ wow. So many "pleases" tonight. ]
[Sakamoto isn't far behind, it's a real surprise he's lasted even this long, so he ruts his hips just once more before his mind goes blank for a few heavenly seconds. He loses his foot and falls, something that feels downright embarrassing for a reason he just can't place, though he latches onto Zura for support as he collapses.
Sakamoto's nose becomes entangled in Zura's hair, and all he continues to do is breathe heavily, oddly quiet. They were even now, the favor had been returned, and yet he silently wishes for more. It's silly, he knows that is something he cannot have.
There's a mess between his legs, and now another person's mess on his stomach, but he doesn't particularly mind. Sakamoto is not fussy about anything like that, it's all natural and doesn't bother him, at least it's evidence that Zura enjoyed himself too.]
[ Another deep oof is heard on Katsura's part as Sakamoto collapses and he finds his arms snaking around his partner, embracing him return as he simply relaxes entirely; not something Zura does often. There's a faint smile on his face as he basks and lies there, absolutely glowing with his eyes fanned shut. It's his turn to be lazy.
Sakamoto's voice stirs him, but he's tired. He doesn't want to move— he's certain he'll have difficulty moving tomorrow, and so: ]
Clean up for me. [ He'll skip a shower this time. Just clean him up. ]
Then you may hold me close. [ then you may. Such a privilege, wow. ]
And tell me how pretty I am. [ pushing it, Zura. ]
Sakamoto. [ it's true they both probably smelled like sex right now but he didn't really care about the smell as much as he cared about the feeling and just general fact they both had bodily fluids on them.
Zura folds up one knee, baring his teeth slightly before shoving his foot against Sakamoto's stomach to completely push him off. ]
[ be straight with him, he demands, as he pounded his dick up another man's ass. wow.
Flustered, Katsura rolls over and climbs carefully from his spot on the bed (which was feeling so good, by the way) and begins to make his way to the restroom. This guy's hearing and comprehensive skills were always lacking on the basic communication, despite him being a genius in his own way.
Katsura is moving.. incredibly slow, but the effort is there. ]
Hah. What do you think I mean..? [ He's close to the bathroom door now and grips the side for some support. ]
[Sakamoto watches Zura as he moves, blinking once or twice as he realizes where the other is going. At first he decides to give the other man his space, but he notices that slight tremor, the misstep.
Immediately, he gets up to follow his friend.]
You were bein' real weird.
[Boorishly, he leans on the door.]
So, you wanted me to get that? Still got time, y'know.
[ Sakamoto raises a tempting offer, but his attitude has put Katsura off and killed any kind of hope he was having to be treated properly, by whatever high standards he has, and so he is opted to take care of himself. He should know better than to expect special treatment from Sakamoto, even if they were extremely close.
It isn't too late, but you'll have to be more persistent.
He runs a rag under the faucet and starts with his face, dipping forward to bury it in the towel. ]
Nonsense. It's too late now; I'm already on my feet. [ He speaks in a huffy tone right into the towel that obscures his face as he begins to pat himself off. It felt refreshing, especially with the pores of his face beginning to stick with sweat and spit. ]
Sakamoto just laughs in response, playing it cool. His old friend is quick to shoot evil glares when he's not lost in his long, drawn-out reveries.]
Don't get so mad.
[Sakamoto's hands aren't covered with ejaculate this time, so he saunters over and runs his fingers through Zura's hair, brushing locks away from the other's face.]
You'll wear thin so, so fast! Ah, or faster, that way... Careful now, mm?
[You're all he has left.]
It seems like you're already havin' a lotta trouble.
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He enjoys it, just like he's enjoying what they're doing now, perhaps a little too much.
It is only tonight where he realizes that maybe he's always wanted to be kissed like this, because he never has.]
Forgive me.
[For being so useless. He can barely concentrate, as his body practically melts into the sheets. Sakamoto's head arches back as he moans without warning, clinging to Zura for support.
This is the first time he'll properly fuck a man, isn't it?
It really feels like a first time.]
I-
[A hoarse whisper, because it's all he can manage at the moment:]
I feel so good.
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To be accepted, all of his quirks included.
It wasn't like he didn't have people who did accept him— he did. A lot of them agreed with him and that's why they're his followers. But being so close to somebody else like this who accepts him, cares for him, and loves him to an extent also makes him happy.
He feels happy. He hasn't felt happy in months.
That's why he wants to push their intimacy. He wants more of this happiness.
Zura pulls back, leaving Sakamoto with some of his own lingering sweat on his body, various stray hairs sticking to his own face and neck. His body ached and yearned; feeling the stiffness between his fingers excited him, but he took his time with this.
I feel so good, he says, which relieves him to a degree. Katsura knew what to do and was educated on how to have sex; he wasn't a virgin; but he also wasn't one who did it a lot. Hearing this just made something inside of him bubble up with pride. He doesn't have anything to say to that, but he does give his friend a smile of his own, which also appeared nervous. It's brief and warm and if Tatsuma isn't paying attention to him, he'd probably miss it.
He holds himself positioned on his knees to angle himself properly, using his other hand to spread his own cheeks and ease down, pressing the tip of his partner's prick right on through. Easy does it, and easy he goes, feeling his breath catch in his chest, thick lashes flickering shut for a moment. It hurt, just at first as the ring of muscles clenched. He took a few deep breaths, concentrating on relaxing himself. He eases himself down even further, forgetting to breathe as he fully takes Sakamoto in. A sharp gasp escapes his lips but he quiets down soon enough, teeth sinking into his tucked lip.
Katsura finds his hands on Sakamoto's sides, holding himself steady around his rib cage with his palms and doesn't make any movements just yet as he gets used to this feeling. ]
Haaa..
[ He lifts one hand to his lips, wiping off some stray spit wordlessly. Katsura hasn't got much to say, if you haven't noticed, so he'll swallow and begin.
He'll move his hips, churning them slowly at first from left to right. ]
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Shortly, however, he's awash with pleasure again, feeling tightness in his abdomen as his hands settle on Zura's hips and then his ass, squeezing the cheeks albeit gently as he watches it all go down. This should be special, and it is to a certain extent, but suddenly it all feels too dirty. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be seeing the Zura's face redden or his cock leak, but Sakamoto finds himself desperately attempting to make eye contact.
This is awkward, too awkward, because for the first time in his life he feels guilty for wanting to take someone's breath away, for reasons other than snot-nosed pettiness. He has nothing to prove here, as his old friend doesn't believe him to be a drunken louse who is no good in bed, and isn't attempting to con Sakamoto out of his hard-earned salary (most of which he reinvests into the company itself). There is no unsettling power dynamic here, no woman playing coy in hopes of toppling an empire or one day creating her own. Sure, there are many times when Sakamoto meets random people on the street, enjoys the way they sigh and touch his arm, wanting nothing more than their happiness but this is that feeling tenfold.
Zura is far more important than some stranger he happened to meet by chance.]
Mmmm...
[Sakamoto hums, thinking that this would be better if he was sitting up, so they could kiss and show Zura that he was worthy of love somehow. He constantly feels as though he needs to be doing more, an obligation that doesn't often cross his mind during bedtime rendezvous.]
Zura, are you okay? If it hurts too much...
[He gasps, taking pause.]
We can stop anytime.
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[ These small movements are enough to get him used to having something he isn't quite accustomed to having up there after a moment. ]
S—Shut up. You're not big enough for it to hurt too much. I'm not stopping— aaah—nything.
[ He's about to increase his speed and pressure, hips beginning to roll forward to find a good pace. His grip on Sakamoto's sides hold tighter as he tips his head down, hiding his face from view; anything to conceal how much he was actually enjoying this. It feels funny at first, but Sakamoto is so warm.
His body, inside of him, felt so warm.
And hard.
He likes it.
He doesn't realize his nails are digging into him. ]
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[After letting go of Zura's rear briefly, Sakamoto props himself up on his elbows, a difficult task when his mind and body are completely focused on something else, but he manages. Obnoxiously, he blows air into Zura's face, momentarily dispelling locks of hair.]
Big talk for a guy who seems ta really be enjoyin' himself!
[SAKAMOTO ARE YOU LAUGHING
THIS ISN'T THE TIME NOR PLACE????]
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Though, Sakamoto is making this extremely difficult with his stupid chit-chat, his stupid laughing— and there is breeze in his face?
His face, reddened from his cheek to cheek, down his neck and spreading over his shoulders near his chest indicates both embarrassment and anger. Like when you blow in a cat's face and they just freeze up, trying to process what just happened.. that is exactly what is happening with Katsura.
He gives Sakamoto a dangerous look with his eyes before pressing his palm against Sakamoto's head and knocking him back against the bed. His trembling hands fidget, searching for Sakamoto's wrists— in which they pin him down again and provide Zura with something to hold onto for support. His arm muscles tense as he grips, baring his teeth slightly. He refuses to verbally tell Sakamoto to shut up once more— he knows that it is impossible at this rate. And so, he'll do the opposite and try to make him even noisier.
There's a sudden increase in both his speed, pressure, enthusiasm.
Katsura pants, huffs, groans shamelessly along with the sound of their skin shifting, moving, clashing.
He only hopes the same thing happens to Sakamoto. ]
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There's an angry expression on other's face, despite the quick pace and elaborate gestures. Sakamoto wishes he could savor that noise, knowing that it will be burned into his memory forever, but he wonders for a moment...
Is it real? This is a disgusting thought that seeps into his mind; it poisons everything. Sake, where is the sake? He craves it to dim the unpleasant whispering of a voice he can hardly place, a voice that often visits him at night when he wishes to be alone, to sleep.
Perhaps he doesn't deserve this.
Quietly, Sakamoto struggles to take hold of Zura's hands, as if to apologize. He wants to say, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
But nothing comes out.]
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The head of his cock ruts against something that does feel good, and it causes his toes to curl and his fingers to flex. ]
A—ah!
[ A bit if a surprised sound, but his body jolts and straightens. Beads of sweat are trickling down his chest, taut muscles rippling through each movement he makes. His pace slows, face twisting into something that looks uncomfortable, and he eases to a stop. Ah, something needs to be fixed here so he'll take a moment to do that.
Hair is sticking across his jaw, right along his lips and he swallows. Hard. His palms open, fumble around until he links hands with Sakamoto's, pushing his fingers through and intertwining them. ]
—It felt good.
[ Yeah, it felt good. If he were one to be so openly shameless, he's go into description of how good it actually feels; to have something to hard and pulsating inside of him, hugged by his ring of muscles, brushing against the nerves of his body. His voice is dry; almost like he can hardly talk so it's probably for the better anyway. He has to re-position himself, hopefully for the better; and hopefully to encourage Sakamoto to buck against him again.
He does take a moment, however, and brings a hand to his lips, curling his knuckles and speaking against Sakamoto's fingers, eyes closing. ]
Please do that again.
[ There's a kiss across Sakamoto's fingers as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Move with me.
[ He resumes the pace, steady this time. ]
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[He's let his nerves catch up with him, a thing that does not happen very often. Sakamoto has very little knowledge of how it feels to be in Zura's position, though he has quite a few hazy memories of questionable things he's had inside of him after one too many drinks. Pleasure is all he remembers, pleasure of the overwhelming sort.
Sakamoto returns the kiss, pressing his lips to Zura's hands and tasting the sweat, feeling something drip from his own brow and down the side of his face. He bucks his hips clumsily at first, in a piss poor attempt to hit whatever spot he'd gotten hold of the first time, but he gets better as seconds pass, matching Zura's speed eventually.
He alternates between guilt and ecstasy, because he's never felt quite this good, never had his body sing a tune this beautiful. A friend has given him something so valuable, not just a moment of his time but a little piece of his soul and a whole lot of his skin. Sakamoto arcs his head back far, and further still, his back arching into an almost perfect curve as sweat pools on his brow and his abdomen. That already well-defined midline becomes more defined as it glistens with the signs of his own rapture, though his cheeks and chest remain red.
What he wants is something special, something he doesn't deserve to have. Here is a peek at something, what it is like to be someone's most precious person, in ways that Mutsu does not hold him dear.
She may love him, but not like that.]
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[ —is Katsura's response at first, nearly falling forward on Sakamoto; that was a bit eager and he is certain he'll be feeling it the next day. Though, he keeps their hands out to keep him from completely collapsing on Sakamoto— not yet— not until they've both finished.
Of all the people in their group as they ran across the battlefields, dried blood on their wrists and faces, Katsura never imagined he would end up like this with Sakamoto. Takasugi was the first one to invade his heart as a child; Gintoki was the one who prevented him from going down a destructive path, also winning his heart. He wouldn't admit to anyone how frail he was when it came to keeping his heart guarded— it was embarrassing how he could so easily be captivated.
And here, right now, those same and familiar emotions tug at him, pulling him down, down, down—
Why?
Would Sakamoto leave too? Leave his mind as Takasugi did or leave his body to travel to heaven like Gintoki did?
Would it happen too soon like the other two? ]
Haaa, ahh— damn.
[ He's not very loud, par se, but he does sound very desperate. Their pace is gentle at the moment, and he can feel himself reaching his limit soon, mind drawing to a haze. ]
Harder.
[ how filthy....
His hands squeeze Sakamoto's, holding tight— aaand—
faster and harder he goes! ]
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He lurches upwards without warning.
Sakamoto's hand cannot grip a sword, but there is still evidence of a beast lurking within. He leaps with the strength of an animal, breaking free of Zura's hold and wrapping his arms around his friend but falling as their mouths crash together. An unexpected circumstance, but not one he cannot work with. He withdraws his hands after that quick embrace, he has to in order to support himself for what he is about to do.
There is a look of intensity on his face, one of deep concentration. He thrusts hard, harder than before, wincing in fear of hurting his friend. He inches closer, however, and their foreheads touch.]
Harder and faster?
[Sakamoto begins to follow those directions, grinning widely as he does, but only briefly, just for enough time to say this:]
You filthy lil' rascal.
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His heart is racing, practically falling out of his chest as he looks up at Sakamoto with wide eyes. It's a good thing he relaxes from the change when he does, because Sakamoto bucks into him, not quite hitting where he needs to but Katsura's response is positive. A loud noise that he's been holding back finally rings in the air, and he can only lift one hand and cup it over his lips, looking at Sakamoto like he had done something terrible. For shame.
Meekly, he speaks through his fingers, which begin to spread apart: ]
It's not filthy lil' rascal, it's K—atsura.
[ Locks of hair fall against the side of the duvet, his face turning a bright, new shade of red. ]
W—What do you think you're doing?
[ He doesn't sound scolding or harsh— it's more curious, if anything. ]
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He stops moving his hips for a brief moment in time, leaning over his friend and leering almost, taking the time to brush his hands over the other's chest and over the nipples, before moving them downwards and towards either side of Zura's body. Sakamoto straightens his back as he does so, knowing that this will give his partner a full view of his body, something he has a feeling the other will enjoy.
Suddenly, he grabs hold of Zura's thighs, yanking him closer before answering cheekily:]
You. ♥
[This is much better.
Sakamoto is relentless as he begins to pound into him, with more fervor than before. Everything becomes simpler when he knows he's doing well, and so he lets out a cry or two as he moves, jutting his hips back and forth as hard and fast as they can carry him.
This is intimate, too. Zura can watch him come this way, watch as every muscle of his body goes slack when it all ends, and also see Sakamoto the way he's used to seeing him. Noisy and happy, very much so. A man who loves his friends and sees no shame in doing anything he can to cheer them up, even this.]
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And, well, he isn't exactly wrong, and as much as Katsura likes to have control over a situation, something about being taken control of by force just seems so attractive to him. He's not going to ever tell Sakamoto that, but maybe he'll figure it out, especially by how easily Katsura gives in.
His fingers press tightly against his lips again, eyes squeezing shut and the very ends of them pricking with tears. It was hard to explain why the ends of his lashes were wet; he wasn't showing any signs of pain or displeasure but he just felt very.. overwhelmed at this rate and it wasn't precisely a bad thing. He peers at Sakamoto a few times and does enjoy the view, but he's concentrating right now on trying to breathe and not sound too humiliating.
He doesn't feel comfortable, yet, to expose all of his thoughts and feelings to Sakamoto. Again, how good it feels, how much he is loving it. He opts for keeping as tight-lipped as possible— but that doesn't mean he'll always be like that— especially if they choose to continue to do things like this.
He wonders that.
Sakamoto hits where he needs to one after another after another. Holy shit. He can read it on Katsura's face, even if he isn't exclaiming yes, yes, and yes over again.
His heart drums in his ears as his vision seems fades to white, his toes clenching up. He comes, just like that, and pulls his hand from his lips so he can gasp for air properly.
Wow. Things were cumbersome and moments were uncomfortable during this, but it was worth it. Even if the hot mess over his body is irritating, he doesn't tell Sakamoto to stop.
His head lulls to the side, peering up at Sakamoto, almost bashfully. ]
Please finish.
[ wow. So many "pleases" tonight. ]
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Sakamoto's nose becomes entangled in Zura's hair, and all he continues to do is breathe heavily, oddly quiet. They were even now, the favor had been returned, and yet he silently wishes for more. It's silly, he knows that is something he cannot have.
There's a mess between his legs, and now another person's mess on his stomach, but he doesn't particularly mind. Sakamoto is not fussy about anything like that, it's all natural and doesn't bother him, at least it's evidence that Zura enjoyed himself too.]
We should wash up, maybe.
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Sakamoto's voice stirs him, but he's tired. He doesn't want to move— he's certain he'll have difficulty moving tomorrow, and so: ]
Clean up for me.
[ He'll skip a shower this time. Just clean him up. ]
Then you may hold me close.
[ then you may. Such a privilege, wow. ]
And tell me how pretty I am.
[ pushing it, Zura. ]
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[Sakamoto looks around the room. Hadn't Zura cleaned everything else up already? All that was left was the bed...]
Are ya tellin' me to shower?
[He seems to miss the latter half of Zura's words, and instead sniffing his own armpit.]
Do I smell?
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Sakamoto.
[ it's true they both probably smelled like sex right now but he didn't really care about the smell as much as he cared about the feeling and just general fact they both had bodily fluids on them.
Zura folds up one knee, baring his teeth slightly before shoving his foot against Sakamoto's stomach to completely push him off. ]
Must I do all of this?
[ oh, boohoo. ]
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He's done something wrong, but he's not entirely sure what. Wheels are turning in his stupid head.]
Are you askin' me ta clean up for ya, or do ya want me to clean you up? You gotta be straight with me!
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Flustered, Katsura rolls over and climbs carefully from his spot on the bed (which was feeling so good, by the way) and begins to make his way to the restroom. This guy's hearing and comprehensive skills were always lacking on the basic communication, despite him being a genius in his own way.
Katsura is moving.. incredibly slow, but the effort is there. ]
Hah. What do you think I mean..?
[ He's close to the bathroom door now and grips the side for some support. ]
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Immediately, he gets up to follow his friend.]
You were bein' real weird.
[Boorishly, he leans on the door.]
So, you wanted me to get that? Still got time, y'know.
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It isn't too late, but you'll have to be more persistent.
He runs a rag under the faucet and starts with his face, dipping forward to bury it in the towel. ]
Nonsense. It's too late now; I'm already on my feet.
[ He speaks in a huffy tone right into the towel that obscures his face as he begins to pat himself off. It felt refreshing, especially with the pores of his face beginning to stick with sweat and spit. ]
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Sakamoto just laughs in response, playing it cool. His old friend is quick to shoot evil glares when he's not lost in his long, drawn-out reveries.]
Don't get so mad.
[Sakamoto's hands aren't covered with ejaculate this time, so he saunters over and runs his fingers through Zura's hair, brushing locks away from the other's face.]
You'll wear thin so, so fast! Ah, or faster, that way... Careful now, mm?
[You're all he has left.]
It seems like you're already havin' a lotta trouble.
[Walking, that is.]
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