[ 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.
Special...? [ His response is similar, heat pooling into his cheeks almost instantly when he feels Sakamoto kiss against one of his marks: ]
Oh. [ There is a bit of reluctance, almost bashfulness as he allows Sakamoto to do what he pleases, and he gives it a thought, wondering possibly what Sakamoto could be talking back or referring to. Before Sakamoto can get too far into whatever it is he is talking about, Katsura curves his palm against Sakamoto's neck, trying carefully about the words he says next. ]
... I'll do something special for you too. [ Sakamoto just said he can't give something for nothing, anyway, and Zura's voice is meek when he says this. ]
What he wants is to be something special. Something more than a friend, but Sakamoto doesn't quite understand that just yet. What on Earth could me more important than a friend?
He is confused because he has never had anything more, and is just now realizing how starved he is for that kind of affection, something personal and intimate and perhaps even a little bit selfish. His loving heart grows wearier by the day because he wears it out, but he drowns the pain in other ways, in liquor and in his laughter.
And so he sinks his teeth into the other man's skin, right where Zura's neck meets his shoulder, because he wants a taste of that desire.
The one he has always felt, but never been the object of.]
[ Katsura's reaction to this kind of attention is positive, a visible shiver crawling up his spine as his arms only cloak around Sakamoto further. A slight ah sound passes his lips. It stings, but the warmth from his partner's mouth soothes over where his teeth scraped, his skin already changing its color from under Tatsuma's tongue. ]
I like this.
[ He says, running the edges of his fingers through Sakamoto's curls before adding. ]
I like it when you're this close to me. [ He's never had anyone be close like this to him. It's a different kind of closeness, but he's realizing slowly it is his absolute favorite. ]
[It's becoming increasingly clear to him that he's missed out on something, despite acting so shameless about something as base as a rubbing of the flesh. Sakamoto has screwed many a woman in beds like this, but each and every time he's felt alone, unlike tonight.
Pulling back, he notices just how dark that mark on Zura's neck looks, and feels a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and to lesser extent, guilt. For this reason, he blesses the mark with a kiss, then continuing down Zura's midline. His fingers tug at the fabric of the bottom half of Zura's uniform, running over the shorter man's well-defined hips.]
[ For a moment, he wants to question what Sakamoto is about to do— being a natural worrier and also somebody who is wanting to be prepared— mentally and physically for anything. His lips part as the question comes to mind, but he closes it. Why should he worry? At this point, he trusts whatever Sakamoto will do will be nice.. making it a surprise seems a little more exciting too.
And like he said, if it isn't, he'll tell him to stop. Zura's hands shift down to assist, wiggling his hips in attempt to slide out of the clothing. He drops his hands to the side on the bed before asking, voice soft: ]
Do I need to move for you or help you with anything?
[Sakamoto can do just fine from this angle, probably, although it will be a little more difficult.]
Ahhhh~! That depends.
[Zura's not-so-slowly hardening erection is doing wonders for Sakamoto's confidence at the moment, and so he bends down to kiss whatever he can feel of it through the other man's fundoshi.]
[ Sakamoto is getting personal, here, and Katsura covers his lips with the edges of his fingers when he feels his hot breath seep through the cloth of his under garments. Surely Sakamoto wasn't going to do that, right? His partner never had an easy time keeping his lunch down; his gag reflex was too sensitive, but ..that's instantly what Zura thinks, though, and it's a pretty exciting thought that he lingers on for a moment. It's enough of a dirty thought to cause warmth to spread over his cheeks and turn his blood warm as it pumps through his veins.
He squirms. ]
Take it off. [ not the answer that Sakamoto was expecting, probably, but it should imply that he trusts him... and also imply that he doesn't have a lot of patience. ]
[Sakamoto simply quirks a brow at that- He is, indeed, surprised.
After letting out a puff of air:]
Okay. Okay!
[The eagerness on his partner's face is something he can't quite resist, so he does what he's told, and fidgets with the knots that hold the old-fashioned undergarment together.]
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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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[ His response is similar, heat pooling into his cheeks almost instantly when he feels Sakamoto kiss against one of his marks: ]
Oh.
[ There is a bit of reluctance, almost bashfulness as he allows Sakamoto to do what he pleases, and he gives it a thought, wondering possibly what Sakamoto could be talking back or referring to.
Before Sakamoto can get too far into whatever it is he is talking about, Katsura curves his palm against Sakamoto's neck, trying carefully about the words he says next. ]
... I'll do something special for you too.
[ Sakamoto just said he can't give something for nothing, anyway, and Zura's voice is meek when he says this. ]
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What he wants is to be something special. Something more than a friend, but Sakamoto doesn't quite understand that just yet. What on Earth could me more important than a friend?
He is confused because he has never had anything more, and is just now realizing how starved he is for that kind of affection, something personal and intimate and perhaps even a little bit selfish. His loving heart grows wearier by the day because he wears it out, but he drowns the pain in other ways, in liquor and in his laughter.
And so he sinks his teeth into the other man's skin, right where Zura's neck meets his shoulder, because he wants a taste of that desire.
The one he has always felt, but never been the object of.]
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I like this.
[ He says, running the edges of his fingers through Sakamoto's curls before adding. ]
I like it when you're this close to me.
[ He's never had anyone be close like this to him. It's a different kind of closeness, but he's realizing slowly it is his absolute favorite. ]
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Pulling back, he notices just how dark that mark on Zura's neck looks, and feels a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and to lesser extent, guilt. For this reason, he blesses the mark with a kiss, then continuing down Zura's midline. His fingers tug at the fabric of the bottom half of Zura's uniform, running over the shorter man's well-defined hips.]
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And like he said, if it isn't, he'll tell him to stop.
Zura's hands shift down to assist, wiggling his hips in attempt to slide out of the clothing. He drops his hands to the side on the bed before asking, voice soft: ]
Do I need to move for you or help you with anything?
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Ahhhh~! That depends.
[Zura's not-so-slowly hardening erection is doing wonders for Sakamoto's confidence at the moment, and so he bends down to kiss whatever he can feel of it through the other man's fundoshi.]
You trust me, don'tcha?
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He squirms. ]
Take it off.
[ not the answer that Sakamoto was expecting, probably, but it should imply that he trusts him... and also imply that he doesn't have a lot of patience. ]
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After letting out a puff of air:]
Okay. Okay!
[The eagerness on his partner's face is something he can't quite resist, so he does what he's told, and fidgets with the knots that hold the old-fashioned undergarment together.]
Turn over.
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