[ 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.]
[ Katsura feels himself practically suffocating in the pillow at this point, fingers clenching into them— he almost forgets that he isn't even really breathing at this point as Sakamoto runs the sink and talks.
Sakamoto's weight on the bed makes him shift, but what actually makes him look up at Sakamoto is the compliment that he gives him. He's extraordinary? On any day, Katsura would look at himself and feel prideful and confident of who he is, but without validation, there was doubt in his heart maybe he wasn't that great of a person.
But here, Tatsuma is making it very clear of what he thinks.
His expression softens as he complies, turning over and lifting his hands to cover up part of his face— possibly to hide a smile that is trying to tug on his usually tight lips. He doesn't give Tatsuma his catch phrase, though he thinks about it for a moment before deciding to not. His voice is very soft, almost a whisper. ]
...—Thank you. [ A pause. ] So are you.. I feel .. [ relaxed, warm, happy ] wonderful.
Sakamoto's eyes soften only slightly, and although Zura's very subtle acknowledgement of the merchant's own capabilities are a relief, he takes a moment to smile at Zura's words.
This is the thing that makes Sakamoto truly happy- The happiness of others.]
Aah aah aah~!
[He takes hold of one of the hands covering Zura's face.]
Somethin' got in yer eye, didn't it? Let me get it for ya.
[that's right he's gonna gently dab ur eye with a cloth. what a gentleman
[ Katsura pulls his hands away and shuts his eyes, though his fingers fumble around until they find Sakamoto's arm and wrist, wanting to hold him steady right here as he offers his blushing face to him, even leaning in a little closer to his partner. At this point, he really cannot contain the smile anymore and decides to let it show, the very edges of his eyes creasing. He keeps his lips together, though, not showing his teeth but obviously appearing very happy.
When his face is all cleaned up, his eyes open, but they look like they're misty. Huh. He opts for just flinging his arms around Sakamoto and clinging onto him, nuzzling into his neck.
sorry he can't wait to be cleaned up he wants to hug. ]
[In a matter of seconds, however, it's as though every bit of air in his lungs leaves his body. Breathing becomes hard for a moment or two, and he gasps once or twice, as if he's about to cry.
There's something warm and vaguely unfamiliar about the way Zura clings to him, and he feels joy but sadness too, because it's something he's never felt before and for the first time he finds himself wondering if he's been missing out.
Love. What did Sakamoto Tatsuma know of love? Sure, if you'd have asked him before, he would have admitted to being happy! Clueless. Spouting silly things about how he had more love than he probably deserved.
If that was the case, is this too much? Is this being selfish?
Sakamoto's free arm curves around the other man, firm in hold, but desperate.]
[ Katsura doesn't stop there— it might surprise Sakamoto how affectionate he can be for somebody who seems strict and serious all the time (he doesn't even realize when he's being too serious it was actually funny), but it's really always there within Katsura.. he just tries his hardest to appear strong and independent when he really isn't. Not at all.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to cup Sakamoto's cheek with one hand and kiss his other cheek with his lips. His arms slide more around Sakamoto's neck, allowing his forehead to rest against Sakamoto's without a word.
In the midst of this silence, he even tips his chin up and allows their noses to touch, giving him a little eskimo kiss.
Had he also been missing out on something? ]
.. Does anybody ever tell you that you're handsome? [ He is complimenting, too, but the sound in his voice sounds more inquisitive than anything else. Though, it's probably a question coming from Katsura because it's something he likes to hear. So, he figures Sakamoto might like it too. ]
—On the outside and on the inside. If not, that is alright.. maybe it just takes them awhile to really see it.
So this is what he's been yearning when he finds himself in bed with another beautiful stranger, after his pesky feet have dragged him all across town. He closes his eyes all too quickly when Zura comes close, when he feels the other hit a sensitive spot on his neck, and there's something innocent about it. Like he's been deprived of something important, that this is all new to him.
How sad.
Sakamoto has fallen prey to those kinds of compliments before, and not because he didn't know any better- He knew exactly how false those words were, even if he very badly wanted them to be true just once. After throwing both hands around Zura, it's now Sakamoto's turn to hide his face.]
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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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Sakamoto's weight on the bed makes him shift, but what actually makes him look up at Sakamoto is the compliment that he gives him. He's extraordinary?
On any day, Katsura would look at himself and feel prideful and confident of who he is, but without validation, there was doubt in his heart maybe he wasn't that great of a person.
But here, Tatsuma is making it very clear of what he thinks.
His expression softens as he complies, turning over and lifting his hands to cover up part of his face— possibly to hide a smile that is trying to tug on his usually tight lips. He doesn't give Tatsuma his catch phrase, though he thinks about it for a moment before deciding to not.
His voice is very soft, almost a whisper. ]
...—Thank you.
[ A pause. ]
So are you..
I feel .. [ relaxed, warm, happy ] wonderful.
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Sakamoto's eyes soften only slightly, and although Zura's very subtle acknowledgement of the merchant's own capabilities are a relief, he takes a moment to smile at Zura's words.
This is the thing that makes Sakamoto truly happy- The happiness of others.]
Aah aah aah~!
[He takes hold of one of the hands covering Zura's face.]
Somethin' got in yer eye, didn't it? Let me get it for ya.
[that's right he's gonna gently dab ur eye with a cloth. what a gentleman
suck his dick]
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When his face is all cleaned up, his eyes open, but they look like they're misty.
Huh.
He opts for just flinging his arms around Sakamoto and clinging onto him, nuzzling into his neck.
sorry he can't wait to be cleaned up he wants to hug. ]
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To be fair, he's never received it.]
Zura?
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There's something warm and vaguely unfamiliar about the way Zura clings to him, and he feels joy but sadness too, because it's something he's never felt before and for the first time he finds himself wondering if he's been missing out.
Love. What did Sakamoto Tatsuma know of love? Sure, if you'd have asked him before, he would have admitted to being happy! Clueless. Spouting silly things about how he had more love than he probably deserved.
If that was the case, is this too much? Is this being selfish?
Sakamoto's free arm curves around the other man, firm in hold, but desperate.]
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He pulls back slightly, just enough to cup Sakamoto's cheek with one hand and kiss his other cheek with his lips. His arms slide more around Sakamoto's neck, allowing his forehead to rest against Sakamoto's without a word.
In the midst of this silence, he even tips his chin up and allows their noses to touch, giving him a little eskimo kiss.
Had he also been missing out on something? ]
.. Does anybody ever tell you that you're handsome?
[ He is complimenting, too, but the sound in his voice sounds more inquisitive than anything else. Though, it's probably a question coming from Katsura because it's something he likes to hear.
So, he figures Sakamoto might like it too. ]
—On the outside and on the inside. If not, that is alright.. maybe it just takes them awhile to really see it.
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So this is what he's been yearning when he finds himself in bed with another beautiful stranger, after his pesky feet have dragged him all across town. He closes his eyes all too quickly when Zura comes close, when he feels the other hit a sensitive spot on his neck, and there's something innocent about it. Like he's been deprived of something important, that this is all new to him.
How sad.
Sakamoto has fallen prey to those kinds of compliments before, and not because he didn't know any better- He knew exactly how false those words were, even if he very badly wanted them to be true just once. After throwing both hands around Zura, it's now Sakamoto's turn to hide his face.]
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