[Sakamoto feels utterly distraught. This is not going as he planned, and it shows in just how pale he's getting. In fact, his palms are sweating too. What!!! Love hotels are cheaper than big fancy ones! Sure, he loves Zura and all, but he's not about to max out the company credit card!]
[ Oh.. did he come across as cold? He didn't mean to come across as cold! That's just how he miscommunications sometimes with his serious demeanor. ]
A—Ah. [ His gaze follows Sakamoto as he brushes past him, but he quickly jogs after him, instantly hanging onto his arm and coaxing him to halt. ]
That isn't a bad thing, Sakamoto! I didn't explain myself, I'm sorry.. it's just.. [ He gives the open door to their room a glance. His other hand reaches over to grab Sakamoto's shoulder to pull him to face him entirely. ]
There isn't anything wrong with it. In fact, it's very romantic— I do like it.
[ He takes a breath, tilting his head slightly as he looks up at Sakamoto. ] I just.. had never expected anybody to take me to a place like this before. It's overwhelming me— it surprised me! But..
[ Both of his hands slide to each of his shoulders now. ]
You don't have to take me to a place like this to make me desire you. [ He stands on his tiptoes and speaks quietly, as if he is telling a big secret: ]
[Sakamoto's shoulders tense, they tense and then relax, but only slightly.
Those are words that should fill him with joy, but they've hurt him so many times in ways he could never care to admit. Maybe it's just karma- Hasn't he done the same? Smiled politely and said things he didn't mean, with a flourish and and a hearty laugh!
Ah, but it's different, so different when he's heard that exact phrase uttered by countless different women, each one paid in full. He used to think that booze would be enough to cloud his judgment, and in fact, he thought he had it down to a science- One bottle of sake, three glasses of beer.
But nothing was ever enough to hide the disgust in their eyes.
He reaches out to take hold of one of the hands on his shoulders.]
You don't have to butter me up.
You're not sellin' me anything.
[He will come inside, soon, he's just been reminded of something unpleasant.]
Selling you anything? [ Obviously, he's hit some kind of nerve, but he doesn't really know what. His hand is removed and drops to the side, so he drops his other hand to the side too, falling quiet for just a moment as his eyes trace over his expression. Then, his hands lift, and wrap around his waist, pulling him close to that they fit completely flush to one another. In a hushed tone, he continues to talk: ]
I don't understand. But what I do understand is this is very thoughtful of you.
[ He bumps his head forward right under Sakamoto's chin. ]
And I'm thankful for you, and what you mean to me. I do not need a fancy place to express it, but.. it also makes me happy to be here in this kind of place with you where we can be close without interruption. [ He peers up at him. ]
And you would go through the thought and trouble of doing something like this. You were thinking of me, weren't you?
[Sakamoto's body moves forward like that of a limp rag doll, with zero resistance whatsoever. He's very bad at resisting passes like this, although he can't quite say he's ever experienced one so sincere.
Zura's words do comfort him somewhat, a good deal, but what's broken can't be fixed in a matter of minutes, even if they can be held together by shitty tape in the time being.
Still, Sakamoto does reciprocate, as he can never really refuse a good cuddle. The merchant leans forward slightly, so that his chin is resting fondly in Zura's dark hair.]
Yeah.
[And he does, all the time- Think about you.
Especially at work. It's getting to be a real problem.]
Mm, good. I can't waste time with people who don't think of me. [ As an egotist, he loves to hear stuff like this. Katsura also thinks a lot about Sakamoto, but doesn't tell him that. Not yet. His words, though, brings a proud smile to his face as his arms detach from Sakamoto's waist and opt for wrapping around his neck, wrapping around snugly so he can murmur against his cheek. ]
Think of me some more and take me back in there, then. [ He means physically. Pick him up and carry him. Brownie points if you get what he is insinuating. ]
[What clears the air and all the clouds in his heart is the sound of Zura's voice, washing over him like warm water, exciting every nerve with just a spark of pleasant electricity.
That's why hoists Zura up with very little warning, crushing their lips together hard for a moment and then pulling back, laughing as he does but not with his usual fervor. Sakamoto is breathing heavily, there's a tinge of something sad in those very blue eyes of his, as if he's savoring a moment he'd never thought he'd have.
The next kiss is quiet, uncertain, but it doesn't go on without a little bit of mischief from Sakamoto. Gently, he teases Katsura's lower lip with his teeth before setting the other down on the bed.]
Zura...
[Chocolate curls hide his eyes all of a sudden, and he's propping himself up on his hands as he leans over his friend.]
Do ya ever feel mad at me?
For bringin' you to a place you never wanted ta go.
[ Katsura seems more than happy to be picked up and kissed, nearly squealing with delight, but he doesn't actually make the sound. Zura does hum as he feels his lip teased, fingers gripping at Tatsuma's back before he is placed on the bed and takes a moment to stretch and arch his back to get comfortable, arms reaching above his hand and brushing into his hair that frames his head. He settles for keeping his wrists above his head for now. A very small smile is on his face, but his gaze is warm.. up until Sakamoto asks that question, and his expression relaxes to something pensive.
It's a hard question to answer. Katsura would actually much rather be dead than up in space, forbidden to go back home. Something about dying loyally on a country he was so devoted to brought him peace, and that's what he wanted.. was peace. Though, he didn't want to die alone in a cell, either. He felt so old, but he knew he was young, and there were many other things he wanted to accomplish that didn't actually revolve around changing Japan.
Like being in love.
As he thinks of something to say, he's just staring at Sakamoto before his gaze flicks up to the ceiling. ]
I am not ready for death, Sakamoto. I felt like I was as I was in that dirty cell, but I was just miserable. Until I am ready for death to claim me, I will travel the stars with you. [ Which is true. He isn't ready for death. And for that reason, maybe that prevents him from being mad at Sakamoto. He reaches up slowly and brushes his knuckles against Sakamoto's cheek. ]
I have no reason not to. I've pledged my loyalty to you; isn't that enough to let you understand I am not mad with you?
Where you go, I can find happiness. And not anger.
[Sakamoto didn't think that love, in the traditional sense, was even an option for him.
The only woman he's ever really held a torch for doesn't understand what the word means. She is learning, slowly, but she will never be able to return affection with the fervor of a man who is compassionate enough to risk his life for men he had never even spoken a word to.
He watches the way Zura moves, taking note of how comfortable he looks, and how his fingers and his touch aren't held back by the tug of restraint. In fact, he's only realizing now that before he'd never seen Zura so relaxed, as the man was constantly waiting to throw a bomb at so much as the nearest rustle of leaves.]
I wanna tell ya somethin'.
[He kisses the top of Zura's forehead.]
This whole time, you've been goin' on and on about savin' Japan... But every time I'd see ya, and hell! I know it wasn't often...
You looked so sad.
[Sakamoto leans forward so that he is supported by his elbows, and so that he can take hold of Zura's face with both his hands.]
Ahhhhh, I know! It's because you were missin' me.
[There's that laugh again, because he's only joking, because he knows it's more complex than that.]
[ Zura doesn't even realize how relaxed he looks; he doesn't even feel the smile that appears on his face from getting such delicate treatment. It's something he isn't sure if he has ever felt in his entire life— the small kisses and the feeling of warm hands holding his face, honest eyes looking at him with lips murmuring whispers to him.
Though, Sakamoto's next sentence gets him to pause, staring at him with slightly widened eyes. Did he always look so sad? He hoped he hadn't; he just wanted to look strong and focused, especially as a leader. ]
I..
[ —was just trying to make sensei proud. ]
—I did miss you, though. [ It's not a lie and Katsura hardly gets that it is a joke, but he is being honest. Sakamoto's absence wasn't the cause of his sadness, but having Sakamoto by his side would have made him happier. He was always excited to see him when he would stop by Earth. ]
There's a part of him that wants more than just that. Not to be the only one who is missed, necessarily, but to be the one who is missed the most.]
I missed you too.
[His hands are sure this time.
Sakamoto lets out a growl as his nose dips further down, two fingers hastily untying the knot of Zura's haori. The kisses he presses to Zura's neck this time are more possessive than sweet, with more teeth and tongue than ever before.
One of his knees moves to make contact with whatever he can feel between Zura's legs, and it circles gently but not without a little pressure.]
[ The words Sakamoto gives him are more refreshing than he probably realizes and it causes Zura to blush. It's an odd tone of voice and an odd expression Sakamoto makes— Zura isn't sure if he's ever seen that look on Tatsuma's face and he isn't sure what to expect.. but it wasn't that. It happens so quickly, a few very brief straining sounds passing through his lips as he tries to figure out what to say. The unexpected pressure to his groin makes him recoil— nobody has ever been so forceful with him besides.. somebody else that they both know. It's not exactly something bad; in fact, it's very flattering and it's precisely what Katsura wants.. to be desired like this. However, he is particular, as always.
His hand instantly goes to Sakamoto's shoulder, squeezing and pushing slightly as his voice stammers out: ]
O—One moment! What do you plan on doing? Do we have everything we need?
[Very soon after, however, he bursts into a fit of laughter.
Once he recovers, he smiles back:]
Yes, Yes! In the drawers, within reach-
[Sakamoto props one open to demonstrate. Lube, condoms, vibrators, a few ball-gags... Everything's there. Everything and then mo- Is that a chainsaw? Yikes.]
Or, wouldja like another pillow, darlin'~?
[That last word is obviously being used in a facetious manner.]
[ Katsura rolls his head over and relief seems to flood over his face at the thought. He's especially fussy about preparation with, honestly, everything. Sometimes it didn't even make sense. The man carried so many items with him being a fugitive, he had to be ready for everything and it followed into his daily activities too.
The offer may have been facetious, but Katsura is taking it seriously. ]
Yes, please. ♡
[ He swallows, lifting his fingers to trail against some lingering spit on his neck. His fingers twist and roll over his skin before landing on a specific spot right at the base of his neck near his clavicle. ]
Here is good. Ah. [ He wants to say something else and it's obvious it seems that way, but it takes him a moment to get it out. ] What, exactly, are we doing..?
[Sakamoto rolls his eyes and presses a button on a machine that lies on the bedside table, right near the lamp. Like most of the decor in this room, it is red, and...
Phallic. (yes it's shaped like a dick)]
If you want another pillow, it seems like yer gonna hafta wait. They're sendin' one over.
[ok yes he's gonna kiss that slimy spot on zura's neck now disgusting]
[ Sakamoto doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to this, does he? Katsura knew (and kind of hoped) this was going to happen, so he mutters under his breath when he feels Tatsuma kiss him again, rolling his head to the side to allow more room for his partner. ]
Good. [ about the pillow or getting fucked? it's a mystery. His arms loosely hang around Sakamoto's neck, shifting his legs from underneath him to wrap them around his hips.
Muttering against Sakamoto's hair, he speaks: ]
You may leave marks, but only places that I can see. [ wow such permission. ]
[ Katsura doesn't make any sound when he feels such wonderful pressure against that sensitive part of his skin, but it's very obvious he likes it by the way his eyes fan shut and his fingers curl against the back of Sakamoto's shoulders and back.
When Sakamoto lets go, he peeps one eye open, looking at him quietly as he eases out a steady breath. Is Sakamoto joking or being serious? Zura isn't sure, but— as always— he treats it seriously. ]
.. You may. As long as one is along my thigh. [ —oh. Well, then. ]
[Hastily, he tugs at thin fabric of his own kimono, pulling it up and over his shoulders and head. While Sakamoto's arms and abdomen are surprisingly sculpted, his body is far from perfect. There are old scars, freckles, an embarrassing tan line... But none of it stops him from essentially presenting himself to the other man, before leaning over and taking the other's chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting it upwards.]
You think it's gonna be that easy? Gettin' what ya want? Fat chance!
I'm a merchant, y'know! It's all about give 'n take with me. I gotta be paid in full!
So, if you want a bite... You'll have to bite me, too. ♥
[ Don't say it like that? It's not.. that naughty. ..Is it? He blinks owlishly at Sakamoto when he holds his chin. With defiance in his voice, though his tone is still soft: ]
Yes. I am going to get what I want.
[ He doesn't say anything about biting Sakamoto as well, but he does reach up and remove Sakamoto's hand from his chin, turning his palm around to press a few kisses along his fingers.
Zura takes this moment to shrug his own shoulders and try to wiggle out of his own kimono that Sakamoto loosened earlier. ]
[His mouth feels dry all of a sudden, when Zura kisses his fingers like that. Those lips are centimeters away from an ugly scar, and Sakamoto's lashes flutter as he wonders if the noble samurai really will grace him with a gesture as kind as that.]
Let me help ya.
[With his free hand, Sakamoto does his best to aid the other as he shrugs off that kimono, though when he finally sees some skin, his hands wander. Sakamoto's thumb grazes over a particularly nasty mark on the other's body, that is, before he leans over to kiss it too.]
I wanna do somethin' special tonight. For you.
I'm gonna give it a shot! If it's not your style... You can shove me off. But I'm gonna try.
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F-fine.
I'll go.
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Goodbye, Zura.
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A—Ah.
[ His gaze follows Sakamoto as he brushes past him, but he quickly jogs after him, instantly hanging onto his arm and coaxing him to halt. ]
That isn't a bad thing, Sakamoto! I didn't explain myself, I'm sorry.. it's just..
[ He gives the open door to their room a glance. His other hand reaches over to grab Sakamoto's shoulder to pull him to face him entirely. ]
There isn't anything wrong with it. In fact, it's very romantic— I do like it.
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I just.. had never expected anybody to take me to a place like this before. It's overwhelming me— it surprised me! But..
[ Both of his hands slide to each of his shoulders now. ]
You don't have to take me to a place like this to make me desire you.
[ He stands on his tiptoes and speaks quietly, as if he is telling a big secret: ]
I already do.
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Those are words that should fill him with joy, but they've hurt him so many times in ways he could never care to admit. Maybe it's just karma- Hasn't he done the same? Smiled politely and said things he didn't mean, with a flourish and and a hearty laugh!
Ah, but it's different, so different when he's heard that exact phrase uttered by countless different women, each one paid in full. He used to think that booze would be enough to cloud his judgment, and in fact, he thought he had it down to a science- One bottle of sake, three glasses of beer.
But nothing was ever enough to hide the disgust in their eyes.
He reaches out to take hold of one of the hands on his shoulders.]
You don't have to butter me up.
You're not sellin' me anything.
[He will come inside, soon, he's just been reminded of something unpleasant.]
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[ Obviously, he's hit some kind of nerve, but he doesn't really know what. His hand is removed and drops to the side, so he drops his other hand to the side too, falling quiet for just a moment as his eyes trace over his expression.
Then, his hands lift, and wrap around his waist, pulling him close to that they fit completely flush to one another. In a hushed tone, he continues to talk: ]
I don't understand.
But what I do understand is this is very thoughtful of you.
[ He bumps his head forward right under Sakamoto's chin. ]
And I'm thankful for you, and what you mean to me.
I do not need a fancy place to express it, but.. it also makes me happy to be here in this kind of place with you where we can be close without interruption.
[ He peers up at him. ]
And you would go through the thought and trouble of doing something like this.
You were thinking of me, weren't you?
[ He's not used to that. ]
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Zura's words do comfort him somewhat, a good deal, but what's broken can't be fixed in a matter of minutes, even if they can be held together by shitty tape in the time being.
Still, Sakamoto does reciprocate, as he can never really refuse a good cuddle. The merchant leans forward slightly, so that his chin is resting fondly in Zura's dark hair.]
Yeah.
[And he does, all the time- Think about you.
Especially at work. It's getting to be a real problem.]
I think about you a lot.
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[ As an egotist, he loves to hear stuff like this. Katsura also thinks a lot about Sakamoto, but doesn't tell him that. Not yet.
His words, though, brings a proud smile to his face as his arms detach from Sakamoto's waist and opt for wrapping around his neck, wrapping around snugly so he can murmur against his cheek. ]
Think of me some more and take me back in there, then.
[ He means physically. Pick him up and carry him. Brownie points if you get what he is insinuating. ]
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That's why hoists Zura up with very little warning, crushing their lips together hard for a moment and then pulling back, laughing as he does but not with his usual fervor. Sakamoto is breathing heavily, there's a tinge of something sad in those very blue eyes of his, as if he's savoring a moment he'd never thought he'd have.
The next kiss is quiet, uncertain, but it doesn't go on without a little bit of mischief from Sakamoto. Gently, he teases Katsura's lower lip with his teeth before setting the other down on the bed.]
Zura...
[Chocolate curls hide his eyes all of a sudden, and he's propping himself up on his hands as he leans over his friend.]
Do ya ever feel mad at me?
For bringin' you to a place you never wanted ta go.
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It's a hard question to answer.
Katsura would actually much rather be dead than up in space, forbidden to go back home. Something about dying loyally on a country he was so devoted to brought him peace, and that's what he wanted.. was peace.
Though, he didn't want to die alone in a cell, either. He felt so old, but he knew he was young, and there were many other things he wanted to accomplish that didn't actually revolve around changing Japan.
Like being in love.
As he thinks of something to say, he's just staring at Sakamoto before his gaze flicks up to the ceiling. ]
I am not ready for death, Sakamoto. I felt like I was as I was in that dirty cell, but I was just miserable.
Until I am ready for death to claim me, I will travel the stars with you.
[ Which is true. He isn't ready for death. And for that reason, maybe that prevents him from being mad at Sakamoto.
He reaches up slowly and brushes his knuckles against Sakamoto's cheek. ]
I have no reason not to.
I've pledged my loyalty to you; isn't that enough to let you understand I am not mad with you?
Where you go, I can find happiness.
And not anger.
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The only woman he's ever really held a torch for doesn't understand what the word means. She is learning, slowly, but she will never be able to return affection with the fervor of a man who is compassionate enough to risk his life for men he had never even spoken a word to.
He watches the way Zura moves, taking note of how comfortable he looks, and how his fingers and his touch aren't held back by the tug of restraint. In fact, he's only realizing now that before he'd never seen Zura so relaxed, as the man was constantly waiting to throw a bomb at so much as the nearest rustle of leaves.]
I wanna tell ya somethin'.
[He kisses the top of Zura's forehead.]
This whole time, you've been goin' on and on about savin' Japan... But every time I'd see ya, and hell! I know it wasn't often...
You looked so sad.
[Sakamoto leans forward so that he is supported by his elbows, and so that he can take hold of Zura's face with both his hands.]
Ahhhhh, I know! It's because you were missin' me.
[There's that laugh again, because he's only joking, because he knows it's more complex than that.]
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Though, Sakamoto's next sentence gets him to pause, staring at him with slightly widened eyes. Did he always look so sad? He hoped he hadn't; he just wanted to look strong and focused, especially as a leader. ]
I..
[ —was just trying to make sensei proud. ]
—I did miss you, though.
[ It's not a lie and Katsura hardly gets that it is a joke, but he is being honest. Sakamoto's absence wasn't the cause of his sadness, but having Sakamoto by his side would have made him happier. He was always excited to see him when he would stop by Earth. ]
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He shouldn't be surprised, and yet-]
Did you?
[Sakamoto is happy, but only for a second.
There's a part of him that wants more than just that. Not to be the only one who is missed, necessarily, but to be the one who is missed the most.]
I missed you too.
[His hands are sure this time.
Sakamoto lets out a growl as his nose dips further down, two fingers hastily untying the knot of Zura's haori. The kisses he presses to Zura's neck this time are more possessive than sweet, with more teeth and tongue than ever before.
One of his knees moves to make contact with whatever he can feel between Zura's legs, and it circles gently but not without a little pressure.]
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It's an odd tone of voice and an odd expression Sakamoto makes— Zura isn't sure if he's ever seen that look on Tatsuma's face and he isn't sure what to expect.. but it wasn't that. It happens so quickly, a few very brief straining sounds passing through his lips as he tries to figure out what to say. The unexpected pressure to his groin makes him recoil— nobody has ever been so forceful with him besides.. somebody else that they both know. It's not exactly something bad; in fact, it's very flattering and it's precisely what Katsura wants.. to be desired like this. However, he is particular, as always.
His hand instantly goes to Sakamoto's shoulder, squeezing and pushing slightly as his voice stammers out: ]
O—One moment!
What do you plan on doing? Do we have everything we need?
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Once he recovers, he smiles back:]
Yes, Yes! In the drawers, within reach-
[Sakamoto props one open to demonstrate. Lube, condoms, vibrators, a few ball-gags... Everything's there. Everything and then mo- Is that a chainsaw? Yikes.]
Or, wouldja like another pillow, darlin'~?
[That last word is obviously being used in a facetious manner.]
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The offer may have been facetious, but Katsura is taking it seriously. ]
Yes, please. ♡
[ He swallows, lifting his fingers to trail against some lingering spit on his neck. His fingers twist and roll over his skin before landing on a specific spot right at the base of his neck near his clavicle. ]
Here is good.
Ah.
[ He wants to say something else and it's obvious it seems that way, but it takes him a moment to get it out. ]
What, exactly, are we doing..?
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But I was gonna do you. ♥
[Sakamoto rolls his eyes and presses a button on a machine that lies on the bedside table, right near the lamp. Like most of the decor in this room, it is red, and...
Phallic. (yes it's shaped like a dick)]
If you want another pillow, it seems like yer gonna hafta wait. They're sendin' one over.
[ok yes he's gonna kiss that slimy spot on zura's neck now disgusting]
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Katsura knew (and kind of hoped) this was going to happen, so he mutters under his breath when he feels Tatsuma kiss him again, rolling his head to the side to allow more room for his partner. ]
Good.
[ about the pillow or getting fucked? it's a mystery.
His arms loosely hang around Sakamoto's neck, shifting his legs from underneath him to wrap them around his hips.
Muttering against Sakamoto's hair, he speaks: ]
You may leave marks, but only places that I can see.
[ wow such permission. ]
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I thought pain wasn't your thing.
[One finger brushes a strand of black hair behind an ear.
Oh dear. If they're paying this close attention to each other, they're going to miss the man at the door.]
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Not too many! You can leave ...!
[ pause. ]
Four of them!
That isn't so bad..! That is the rule.
[ oh we have rules now.. ]
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Naughty? That's one of his favorite words.]
Only four?
[He does sink his teeth into the skin right where Zura's neck meets his shoulder, but releases before he can leave any permanent damage.]
What about four and a half?
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When Sakamoto lets go, he peeps one eye open, looking at him quietly as he eases out a steady breath. Is Sakamoto joking or being serious? Zura isn't sure, but— as always— he treats it seriously. ]
.. You may.
As long as one is along my thigh.
[ —oh.
Well, then. ]
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That's so naughty.
[Hastily, he tugs at thin fabric of his own kimono, pulling it up and over his shoulders and head. While Sakamoto's arms and abdomen are surprisingly sculpted, his body is far from perfect. There are old scars, freckles, an embarrassing tan line... But none of it stops him from essentially presenting himself to the other man, before leaning over and taking the other's chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting it upwards.]
You think it's gonna be that easy? Gettin' what ya want? Fat chance!
I'm a merchant, y'know! It's all about give 'n take with me. I gotta be paid in full!
So, if you want a bite... You'll have to bite me, too. ♥
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..Is it?
He blinks owlishly at Sakamoto when he holds his chin. With defiance in his voice, though his tone is still soft: ]
Yes.
I am going to get what I want.
[ He doesn't say anything about biting Sakamoto as well, but he does reach up and remove Sakamoto's hand from his chin, turning his palm around to press a few kisses along his fingers.
Zura takes this moment to shrug his own shoulders and try to wiggle out of his own kimono that Sakamoto loosened earlier. ]
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[His mouth feels dry all of a sudden, when Zura kisses his fingers like that. Those lips are centimeters away from an ugly scar, and Sakamoto's lashes flutter as he wonders if the noble samurai really will grace him with a gesture as kind as that.]
Let me help ya.
[With his free hand, Sakamoto does his best to aid the other as he shrugs off that kimono, though when he finally sees some skin, his hands wander. Sakamoto's thumb grazes over a particularly nasty mark on the other's body, that is, before he leans over to kiss it too.]
I wanna do somethin' special tonight. For you.
I'm gonna give it a shot! If it's not your style... You can shove me off. But I'm gonna try.
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