【CLOSED/NSFW】☆ two idiots, one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[bakudanma]

 
▶ CATCH-ALL SAKAZURA SINS WITH kaihentai 

or something ...

Comments

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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..?

[kaihentai]

Well! I don't know what you were thinkin'...

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]

[bakudanma]

_{[ 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.
<sub>[ 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: ]</sub>

You may leave marks, but only places that I can see.
_{[ wow such permission. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto feels excited (in more ways than one) when he hears Zura grant him permission, though there is something that gives him pause.]

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.]

[bakudanma]

_{[ Flustered like he's been caught about something naughty, there is hesitance in his voice: ]}

Not too many! You can leave ...!
_{[ pause. ]}

Four of them!
That isn't so bad..! That is the rule.
_{[ oh we have rules now.. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto grins from ear to ear.

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?

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

.. You may.
As long as one is along my thigh.
_{[ —oh.
Well, then. ]}

[kaihentai]

Oh, Zura.

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. ♥

[bakudanma]

_{[ 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.

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

[kaihentai]

Oh.

[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.

[bakudanma]

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. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Something special.

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.]

[bakudanma]

_{[ 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. ]}

[kaihentai]

[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.]

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ 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: ]</sub>

Do I need to move for you or help you with anything?

[kaihentai]

[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.]

You trust me, don'tcha?

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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. ]}

[kaihentai]

[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.]

Turn over.

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Turn over? That's not he was expecting to hear from Sakamoto. His hand drops from his chin and he only feels himself get redder in the face. If he wasn't going to suck his dick, then what else was he going to—

Oh. Could it be.. that? He's never had something like that done to him before.
It's weird.. revealing his back and butt to somebody, but Katsura complies and turns over on his stomach, making a slight grunt from the back of his throat which he quickly tries to disguise and swallow up from behind his lips. Have some control, Kotarou.

Sakamoto may understand how big of a deal this is, but maybe not. Katsura never turns his back on people; being somebody who was constantly on the run made it hard for him to so easily trust people— he enjoyed being able to see them even if he knew them well and knew they were harmless. It was ridiculous, but also his instinct.

He tucks some hair behind his ear as he looks straight down at the pillow. ]</sub>

Ah..
_{[ he can bare it no longer. ]}

What are you doing..?

[kaihentai]

Me? Oh!

[And, in the calmest, most unwavering tone possible-]

Eating your ***. Why?

[There is a pause before the next few words.]

Did you forget to clean it today?

[bakudanma]

_{[ THIS IS JUST ... 1000 TIMES EMBARRASSING..!! Sakamoto!
and the way Sakamoto just says it so casually.. even more embarrassing! He wants to suddenly hide his butt now... please don't look.. ]}

N—No! It's fine! _{[ he knew he was going on a date of some sort with you.. trust me.. he cleaned everything.... ]}

Don't just say it like that, though! I—
_{[ Something in his voice makes him sound nervous. His voice lowers, simmering down. ]}

I've never had anybody.. want to do something like this..! Are you certain?
_{[ oh, and there's that little bit when Katsura doesn't feel confident in his himself either. ]}

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto on the other hand, looks surprised.

Ah! So that's why you clean it so often!

[It's as if a metaphorical light bulb has gone off in his head.]

You've been waiting for this moment your whole life.

[NOOOOOOOOO]

[bakudanma]

I...
_{[ not.. this specifically.. but you know.. ]}

I have.
_{[ ???
Zura, you might want to specify you mean somebody giving you sincere, loving attention and not something so crass like wanting to have your butt eaten but whatever. ]}

[kaihentai]

H'ohhh. Why?

[Softly, gently.

While in every other context, every other situation he's done this for someone, it has been crass, nothing more than some kind of power play... A way for him to show off what he can do with his mouth, to overcompensate for other things, this is different.]

You're not a hard person ta love.

[bakudanma]

_{[ Katsura's shoulders shrug slightly, covered in silky black hair that spills down his back like a waterfall. His face is completely hidden, thank goodness, otherwise Sakamoto might have seen the slight glint of sadness that sparks in his eyes for just a moment. It's short lived, thankfully. Zura was good at keeping his composure and remaining strong and stoic for the most part, but often times he did slip up and wear his emotions on his sleeve. ]}

W—Well..

<sub>[ Whatever happened with Takasugi wasn't love. Katsura thought maybe it was something about him or something he did to not completely win Takasugi's favor in a way that was genuine.

Those words— though an awkward time to hear them— were very relieving for him to acknowledge. ]</sub>

I was under the impression I was..
_{[ Because of how he was treated in the past— how Gintoki could never look at him the way he looked at Gintoki.
It's true, though. Katsura can be demanding in bed and it's something he was aware of. ]}