[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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.]
[ 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..
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[Heartbreak doesn't feel quite like this, does it?
No, but it's close. Sakamoto isn't surprised by the drumming of his heart, the dull ache that seeps into his brain and his body. He's aware that it's all imaginary, that he gets far too wrapped up in the pain of other people, as he can't bear to watch them suffer in any way, shape, or form.
Perhaps this is why, despite the uselessness he felt after losing his ability to fight, he has never once regretted his decision to help those poor men on that one fateful day. Here too is a poor man, a poor man in need of his help, help that he can give without any need to swing a sword.]
Not for me.
[Sakamoto starts slowly, as he doesn't want to scare his friend, so he simply presses a kiss there first, before nibbling at whatever bits of sensitive skin he can reach with his teeth.]
[ Not for me, he says. How long will that last is what Katsura wonders.
He doesn't know what to expect or what it might feel like, but with Sakamoto, he's open to try new things, he supposes. Sakamoto has proven to be trustworthy, sacrificial and loyal to him— so he trusts his judgement. He likes being touched here, so he can only imagine that it feels pretty nice when somebody uses their mouth. There's a hitch in his breath when Sakamoto uses his teeth, and it lights him up for a second— but he isn't sure if he likes that part or not.
Though, Sakamoto may notice him more tensed now, fingers coiling into the sheets. In a murmur, he gives him some direction, even though he has never had this done to him before: ]
—I like your tongue and lips better. [ And many other things about you, but you should probably take his hint here. ]
[Immediately, he realizes that he's made some kind of mistake. It's almost instinctual to be dirty or rough with his partners, as that seems to be their usual preference- To keep from getting too personal or romantic.
This is romance, it must be gentle and kind- For Zura, at least.]
Ah, sorry.
[It seems as though every time they do something like this, Sakamoto is caught off-guard, and feels like he doesn't know what he's doing. Perhaps it's because he's never really slept with someone who is so... Minimal, more traditional in taste, but he's come to learn that Zura isn't boring by any means.
And so he gets back to work, licking his lips first so that they aren't quite as dry, sliding his tongue where he can, aware that Zura's body will reject him at first.
There's something on his mind, clearly, although he's working hard.]
[ Sakamoto is easily forgiven— they are still getting used to each other and their likes and dislikes, after all. Things like this will happen. But then, other things will happen, too. Such as pulses of pleasure surging through his body as Sakamoto pleases him with his mouth, swirling and sucking the rim of his entrance with his cheeks parts by his partner's rough hands. He's noisier, this go around, lifting the bottom part of his body off of the mattress to give himself some air, but also allow himself to be touched in the front too if Tatsuma really wants to help him feel nicer.
It honestly doesn't take Katsura long to reach his peak this way, and all of the muffled sounds he made in the pillows have been replaced with pants of hot air. He eases himself down into the mess he's made as he tries to catch his breath, body still feeling sticky and warm.
Stray hair sticks to his flushed face, but he rolls on his back and reaches out to his partner with both of his arms.
Yeah, come cuddle— or clean up first then cuddle. Zura doesn't really care either way when he feels the way he does right now. ]
[Sakamoto wipes spit from his mouth with an elbow, as his good hand is still sticky.]
Wooow~! That was fast!
[He laughs, surprised and out of breath, though it's clear from the color in his cheeks and the lines around his eyes that he really is happy. As much as he wants to hold the other man, he takes pause, because Zura usually is a neat freak.]
[ Katsura is almost certain.. something got in his eye as Sakamoto carelessly waves his fingers around and it causes him to grimace. Oh, right. That part— the cleaning up part.
Katsura rubs one of his eyes, his voice sounding firm (and slightly hoarse.) ]
Brush your teeth and clean up. [ brownie points if you clean him up too.. like before.. are you beginning to see a pattern. ]
[ don't do that.. don't look at him like that...!? It's too cute, he can't handle it— so his face just rolls into the pillow again. Weakly, he responds: ]
[He tips his head upwards, practically yelling at the ceiling as he gets up.]
I'll happily take the blame.
I'm a real bad man, don'tcha know? A liar! A con! But I ain't lyin-
[Sakamoto can't help but look terribly smug, even when washing his hands and after rinsing his mouth out in the sink. Wetting one of the many towels from the bathroom, he returns and plops down on the bed, nudging Zura with his knee.]
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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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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. ]
Ah..
[ he can bare it no longer. ]
What are you doing..?
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[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?
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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. ]
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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]
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[ 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. ]
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[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.
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W—Well..
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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No, but it's close. Sakamoto isn't surprised by the drumming of his heart, the dull ache that seeps into his brain and his body. He's aware that it's all imaginary, that he gets far too wrapped up in the pain of other people, as he can't bear to watch them suffer in any way, shape, or form.
Perhaps this is why, despite the uselessness he felt after losing his ability to fight, he has never once regretted his decision to help those poor men on that one fateful day. Here too is a poor man, a poor man in need of his help, help that he can give without any need to swing a sword.]
Not for me.
[Sakamoto starts slowly, as he doesn't want to scare his friend, so he simply presses a kiss there first, before nibbling at whatever bits of sensitive skin he can reach with his teeth.]
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He doesn't know what to expect or what it might feel like, but with Sakamoto, he's open to try new things, he supposes. Sakamoto has proven to be trustworthy, sacrificial and loyal to him— so he trusts his judgement. He likes being touched here, so he can only imagine that it feels pretty nice when somebody uses their mouth.
There's a hitch in his breath when Sakamoto uses his teeth, and it lights him up for a second— but he isn't sure if he likes that part or not.
Though, Sakamoto may notice him more tensed now, fingers coiling into the sheets. In a murmur, he gives him some direction, even though he has never had this done to him before: ]
—I like your tongue and lips better.
[ And many other things about you, but you should probably take his hint here. ]
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This is romance, it must be gentle and kind- For Zura, at least.]
Ah, sorry.
[It seems as though every time they do something like this, Sakamoto is caught off-guard, and feels like he doesn't know what he's doing. Perhaps it's because he's never really slept with someone who is so... Minimal, more traditional in taste, but he's come to learn that Zura isn't boring by any means.
And so he gets back to work, licking his lips first so that they aren't quite as dry, sliding his tongue where he can, aware that Zura's body will reject him at first.
There's something on his mind, clearly, although he's working hard.]
I'll work hard to make ya happy. I promise.
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But then, other things will happen, too. Such as pulses of pleasure surging through his body as Sakamoto pleases him with his mouth, swirling and sucking the rim of his entrance with his cheeks parts by his partner's rough hands. He's noisier, this go around, lifting the bottom part of his body off of the mattress to give himself some air, but also allow himself to be touched in the front too if Tatsuma really wants to help him feel nicer.
It honestly doesn't take Katsura long to reach his peak this way, and all of the muffled sounds he made in the pillows have been replaced with pants of hot air. He eases himself down into the mess he's made as he tries to catch his breath, body still feeling sticky and warm.
Stray hair sticks to his flushed face, but he rolls on his back and reaches out to his partner with both of his arms.
Yeah, come cuddle— or clean up first then cuddle. Zura doesn't really care either way when he feels the way he does right now. ]
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Wooow~! That was fast!
[He laughs, surprised and out of breath, though it's clear from the color in his cheeks and the lines around his eyes that he really is happy. As much as he wants to hold the other man, he takes pause, because Zura usually is a neat freak.]
Eh? You're sure? I'm all-
[DON'T WAVE UR STICKY FINGERS AROUND!!!!]
Ahaha! Messy.
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Katsura rubs one of his eyes, his voice sounding firm (and slightly hoarse.) ]
Brush your teeth and clean up.
[ brownie points if you clean him up too.. like before..
are you beginning to see a pattern. ]
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It's your mess. ♥
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It's too cute, he can't handle it— so his face just rolls into the pillow again.
Weakly, he responds: ]
It's your fault it's my mess.
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[He tips his head upwards, practically yelling at the ceiling as he gets up.]
I'll happily take the blame.
I'm a real bad man, don'tcha know? A liar! A con! But I ain't lyin-
[Sakamoto can't help but look terribly smug, even when washing his hands and after rinsing his mouth out in the sink. Wetting one of the many towels from the bathroom, he returns and plops down on the bed, nudging Zura with his knee.]
When I say that you're just extraordinary. ♥
Roll over! Yer filthy.
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