[ 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.
[ They're high because in his mind he is worthy of having a high standard.. when reality, he really isn't. It's always kind of been that way. Maybe the whole fact he was a scholar student got to his head eventually.
He halfway peers up from the towel, keeping part of his face hidden as dark eyes just stare at his companion, feeling the surface of his cheek begin to flourish with red.
Ugh. He hated how that happened so easily whenever anybody gave him positive attention to his hair. ]
—Am not. [ His fingers curl into the towel before he pulls it away from his face and runs it under the sink again. ]
I don't wear thin. I'm very durable. [ ??? what a weird thing to say about yourself. ]
[Sakamoto fiddles with another lock of hair, curling it around his finger gently before bowing down and pressing a kiss to Zura's cheek. He then weasels his other arm around the noble samurai's shoulders, tapping on the hand that holds the washcloth.]
So let me take somethin' off yer hands for once! C'mon. I'll do it for ya!
[ ???? That was extremely easy. He just yearned for more attention, really, and Sakamoto was providing it with delicate touches and kisses; how could he resist any further anyway?.
That's actually all this was. A plea for more attention.
He flicks his wrist up and hands the cloth over before placing his hands on the edge of the sink. ]
[Sakamoto's hands are surprisingly thorough when they're at work, especially considering the task. There's no way to get Zura hard after they've just done the terrible deed, but this is a sneaky way of getting his friend to think about him. He resists the urge to play with his friends soggy sausage, instead opting to clean carefully, hoping to find some very special place in Zura's imagination later.]
[ It's kind of weird, but it's something he considers a very intimate gesture, so he doesn't precisely mind— but a part of him wonders if Tatsuma is taking into consideration how much something like this means to him. Though, if Sakamoto's lucky, he will find some place in his imagination when he's feeling particularly lonely, but no need to let him know that could happen right now.
There's some excess slickness from the lubricant around his butt and inner thighs, so he actually turns around to expose his backside to Sakamoto. This is especially embarrassing, for some reason, as he cooperates being cleaned up. Yeah, wipe his butt, I guess.
The tips of his ears are red. He mutters under his breath. ]
Clean yourself up too once you're finished. [ Nobody has ever done this with him, and it just feels very.. close.
It's because he's given his trust to him.
Zura is a complicated creature, though. These odd things mean so much to him even if it's a bit strange. ]
[Sakamoto is strange as well. He too feels an odd sort closeness as Zura present's his naked body, taking great care to wipe gently and make sure that no mess is left over. Perhaps it's because, though he knows he's leaving in a few days, there is a part of him that hopes for something more even though it seems impossible.
He doesn't think about how it will hurt to leave, and despite his love for the stars it always hurts to watch the Earth grow smaller and smaller from the window of his room. This is because while he loves his job, his comfortable existence comes with a heavy price (as all things do, nothing in life is free, something a merchant knows very well): There is always a chance he will never return.
Zura doesn't need to know that.]
I'm gonna shower, actually~!
[Sakamoto says this after washing Zura's rear and inner thighs thoroughly, then throwing the dirty towel in the bin for... Well. Dirty towels.]
I'll join ya later. That alright? It's only gonna take a few minutes! I'll be out in a lil' bit.
[Before he steps into the shower, Sakamoto catches a glimpse of himself and Katsura in the mirror, visible from the waist up. He's distracted by the feeling that worms its way into his gut, so he leans on his friend's shoulder with his elbow and whistles.]
[ Katsura's gaze follows Sakamoto as he shifts, feeling his hand slide to his other arm and gripping there idly, appearing rather shy for a moment. His blush dies down, slowly draining out of his cheeks as a more natural color takes place. Sakamoto makes a comment about looking good together and it only brought that weird feeling of uncertainty to spread over his stomach and then flood into his heart.
What did this make them?
He doesn't say anything and just watches Sakamoto as he goes to the shower. He wants to bathe too, but it's too late; he's so tired. Once his friend is preoccupied with the shower, he goes ahead and steadily makes his way out of the bathroom, bringing his hand to his mouth and nipping on one of his knuckles.
This happened with Takasugi, and nothing happened.
Takasugi, though, seemed to be absent from most kind of emotions— it was hard to know what all such a damaged soul could feel anymore. Sakamoto, though, was fragile in some ways— and bursting with emotion. Some he showed the world and some he concealed from the world.
Katsura crawled into bed. This was dangerous. It could be dangerous.
The second he feels Sakamoto's weight shifting into the bed, he lets a little pause occur before he throws his hands up and rolls onto his side, snuggling in close and hiding his face directly into the crook of his neck. His arms engulf his friend, holding tightly.
Goodness, Zura. Let the poor man get settled first. ]
[Steam exudes from the bathroom, there's the sound of a shower curtain being pushed aside, but harshly. Sakamoto wraps a towel around his shoulders, unaware that the door peeks open.
He looks at himself in the mirror as he dries himself off, expressionless.
The dates have been pushed up, the Kairinmaru is leaving in two days.
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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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He halfway peers up from the towel, keeping part of his face hidden as dark eyes just stare at his companion, feeling the surface of his cheek begin to flourish with red.
Ugh. He hated how that happened so easily whenever anybody gave him positive attention to his hair. ]
—Am not.
[ His fingers curl into the towel before he pulls it away from his face and runs it under the sink again. ]
I don't wear thin. I'm very durable.
[ ??? what a weird thing to say about yourself. ]
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You've endured a lot.
[Sakamoto fiddles with another lock of hair, curling it around his finger gently before bowing down and pressing a kiss to Zura's cheek. He then weasels his other arm around the noble samurai's shoulders, tapping on the hand that holds the washcloth.]
So let me take somethin' off yer hands for once! C'mon. I'll do it for ya!
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[ ???? That was extremely easy. He just yearned for more attention, really, and Sakamoto was providing it with delicate touches and kisses; how could he resist any further anyway?.
That's actually all this was. A plea for more attention.
He flicks his wrist up and hands the cloth over before placing his hands on the edge of the sink. ]
Don't miss a spot.
[ DEMANDING.. ]
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No need to be so nasty.
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[ It's kind of weird, but it's something he considers a very intimate gesture, so he doesn't precisely mind— but a part of him wonders if Tatsuma is taking into consideration how much something like this means to him.
Though, if Sakamoto's lucky, he will find some place in his imagination when he's feeling particularly lonely, but no need to let him know that could happen right now.
There's some excess slickness from the lubricant around his butt and inner thighs, so he actually turns around to expose his backside to Sakamoto. This is especially embarrassing, for some reason, as he cooperates being cleaned up. Yeah, wipe his butt, I guess.
The tips of his ears are red.
He mutters under his breath. ]
Clean yourself up too once you're finished.
[ Nobody has ever done this with him, and it just feels very.. close.
It's because he's given his trust to him.
Zura is a complicated creature, though. These odd things mean so much to him even if it's a bit strange. ]
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He doesn't think about how it will hurt to leave, and despite his love for the stars it always hurts to watch the Earth grow smaller and smaller from the window of his room. This is because while he loves his job, his comfortable existence comes with a heavy price (as all things do, nothing in life is free, something a merchant knows very well): There is always a chance he will never return.
Zura doesn't need to know that.]
I'm gonna shower, actually~!
[Sakamoto says this after washing Zura's rear and inner thighs thoroughly, then throwing the dirty towel in the bin for... Well. Dirty towels.]
I'll join ya later. That alright? It's only gonna take a few minutes! I'll be out in a lil' bit.
[Before he steps into the shower, Sakamoto catches a glimpse of himself and Katsura in the mirror, visible from the waist up. He's distracted by the feeling that worms its way into his gut, so he leans on his friend's shoulder with his elbow and whistles.]
Ahhhhh! We look good together.
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What did this make them?
He doesn't say anything and just watches Sakamoto as he goes to the shower. He wants to bathe too, but it's too late; he's so tired. Once his friend is preoccupied with the shower, he goes ahead and steadily makes his way out of the bathroom, bringing his hand to his mouth and nipping on one of his knuckles.
This happened with Takasugi, and nothing happened.
Takasugi, though, seemed to be absent from most kind of emotions— it was hard to know what all such a damaged soul could feel anymore.
Sakamoto, though, was fragile in some ways— and bursting with emotion. Some he showed the world and some he concealed from the world.
Katsura crawled into bed.
This was dangerous. It could be dangerous.
The second he feels Sakamoto's weight shifting into the bed, he lets a little pause occur before he throws his hands up and rolls onto his side, snuggling in close and hiding his face directly into the crook of his neck. His arms engulf his friend, holding tightly.
Goodness, Zura. Let the poor man get settled first. ]
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He looks at himself in the mirror as he dries himself off, expressionless.
The dates have been pushed up, the Kairinmaru is leaving in two days.
What is he supposed to say?
All he knows is that he doesn't deserve this.]
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