[ He's so chipper and happy sounding. Whether he fakes it or not, it's something Katsura envies. A few more tears are scrubbed from his face before he flutters his lashes a few times and shuts his eyes.
The war was very different- While he always loved the art of a sale, being a part of something that ultimate wrought chaos and destruction was what burdened him most. This ship is his livelihood, he is living the dream that he's had since he was a child- Bringing planets and people together, all while sailing amongst the stars.
He just gets tired, sometimes, but it is the job of a leader to be ever-present in major negotiations. And that too, while the members of the Kaientai have learned a lot, they were not born into the business that is selling one's soul, so he must carefully preside over the things that happen too.
Mutsu is good at her job, amazing, but there are things even she has yet to learn. Sakamoto has always been a little better with people. That being said, when he needs love, when he needs a break...
That is when he begins to break.]
Mmmm~
[Sakamoto leans in to press kisses to Zura's eyelids first, laughing at the tingling sensation of dark lashes against his lips. He then proceeds to kiss the other's nose and each cheeks before lingering as he finally lands on Zura's mouth.]
[ It's embarrassing. Everything Sakamoto is doing is so embarrassing. Katsura feels so hot in the face when their lips mesh together; he even chases after Sakamoto's mouth with his own before he speaks in a hushed tone "goodnight."
He's a disaster right now and it reads perfectly on his face— the way red etched over his cheeks and spread to his ears; the way his entire body warmed and how fast his heart was beating. Tatsuma has done it— he's wiggled himself into an even more special place in his heart by his actions an behavior as of late.
Instantly his hands go to his face to hide himself. Everything about this moment is so much; he is overjoyed, though. Sakamoto might even catch him smiling before he burrows into Sakamoto further, tugging the blanket closer and tighter around them both as his head finds a comfy place at the edge of his jaw and into his neck.
He loves this man. He always has, but his love for him is growing into something deeper and intimate.
Zura purses his lips to kiss against his neck. ]
Goodnight. [ He whispers. ]
im like 3 days too late i hate myself for loving themes
Sakamoto shifts around slightly so that he can be comfortable while bearing the weight of his friend's body. Heavy as it is, it's magnificent. Stupid people have trusted this notorious con-man with many things, but never has anyone entrusted him with their heart.
A heart is a tender and fragile thing, and maybe his hands are too clumsy to hold one without dropping it. But this time he won't hesitate to take it, he has been afraid to before in the past. Intimacy of this nature is something he has both dreaded and craved, searched for and never found beneath the sheets of cold strangers.
Wouldn't it be nice to go out on a normal date? To not have to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol to keep from noticing the scowl on the face of whoever he's with, so that he can ignore the insincerity of their voices or the disgust written so clearly all over their faces.
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A few more tears are scrubbed from his face before he flutters his lashes a few times and shuts his eyes.
His lips perk up, too. ]
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The war was very different- While he always loved the art of a sale, being a part of something that ultimate wrought chaos and destruction was what burdened him most. This ship is his livelihood, he is living the dream that he's had since he was a child- Bringing planets and people together, all while sailing amongst the stars.
He just gets tired, sometimes, but it is the job of a leader to be ever-present in major negotiations. And that too, while the members of the Kaientai have learned a lot, they were not born into the business that is selling one's soul, so he must carefully preside over the things that happen too.
Mutsu is good at her job, amazing, but there are things even she has yet to learn. Sakamoto has always been a little better with people. That being said, when he needs love, when he needs a break...
That is when he begins to break.]
Mmmm~
[Sakamoto leans in to press kisses to Zura's eyelids first, laughing at the tingling sensation of dark lashes against his lips. He then proceeds to kiss the other's nose and each cheeks before lingering as he finally lands on Zura's mouth.]
Goodnight.
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He's a disaster right now and it reads perfectly on his face— the way red etched over his cheeks and spread to his ears; the way his entire body warmed and how fast his heart was beating. Tatsuma has done it— he's wiggled himself into an even more special place in his heart by his actions an behavior as of late.
Instantly his hands go to his face to hide himself. Everything about this moment is so much; he is overjoyed, though. Sakamoto might even catch him smiling before he burrows into Sakamoto further, tugging the blanket closer and tighter around them both as his head finds a comfy place at the edge of his jaw and into his neck.
He loves this man. He always has, but his love for him is growing into something deeper and intimate.
Zura purses his lips to kiss against his neck. ]
Goodnight.
[ He whispers. ]
im like 3 days too late i hate myself for loving themes
Sakamoto shifts around slightly so that he can be comfortable while bearing the weight of his friend's body. Heavy as it is, it's magnificent. Stupid people have trusted this notorious con-man with many things, but never has anyone entrusted him with their heart.
A heart is a tender and fragile thing, and maybe his hands are too clumsy to hold one without dropping it. But this time he won't hesitate to take it, he has been afraid to before in the past. Intimacy of this nature is something he has both dreaded and craved, searched for and never found beneath the sheets of cold strangers.
Wouldn't it be nice to go out on a normal date? To not have to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol to keep from noticing the scowl on the face of whoever he's with, so that he can ignore the insincerity of their voices or the disgust written so clearly all over their faces.
Will Zura be disgusted with him, one day?
Maybe.]