[Sakamoto isn't sure why he feels surprised. Perhaps it's because usually, whenever he receives a bout of sweetness from the noble samurai, it's gone in an instant, concealed by some persnickety remark.
He lifts the towel, checking to see if anything is left on Zura's body, then using his own fingers to quietly inspect the other's stomach for any sticky residue. When he's finished, he finally takes his place in bed next to the other and kisses Katsura on the side of his face that's exposed.]
Ah, thinkin' about what could have been...
What's the point? You're happy right now! That's what's important.
[Sakamoto haphazardly tosses the towel over the side of the bed into an empty bin, and takes this time to unbutton his pants and slide out of them.
[ Being kissed on the face certainly gets his attention and he turns to face Sakamoto. Once his partner settles, he might be surprised to find how quickly Katsura has attached himself to Sakamoto, both arms snaking around his waist and head cuddling up to his shoulder. He looks up at him, admiration filling into his eyes. ]
It just further reminds me how much you have made me happy.. and how unhappy I would have been without you. [ he suddenly clears his throat, burying his face into his shoulder to hide it from embarrassment. ]
Ambition is a cruel thing, because for all it gives it takes away, enough to knock a man right off his feet. In a way, Sakamoto and Zura's goals were not all that different: Both impossible, supposedly. Although the merchant from Tosa is often mistaken for a fool, he is far from foolish when it comes to these matters- He is an idealist, but a realistic one.
Even so, it's easy to lose oneself when chasing a fantasy. It sounds as though Zura had been lost before, and to be fair, he had looked a little lost too.]
Say, Zura...
Why do ya keep hidin' yer face?
[He lets one hand idly sift through the other's dark hair.]
There's no shame in being happy.
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[ There may not be, but he feels.. shy when it comes to this matter. They all teased Sakamoto— probably too much than what he deserved— and now Katsura is saying things that are indicating his true feelings. It's not that they are negative or he regrets it.. he just never thought he would say things like this to Sakamoto.
Clearly, he's missed out.
He shifts enough to rest his forehead against Sakamoto's temple— his partner probably able to feel the warmth radiating off of his face. ]
I'm sorry I thought I had forgotten how to be happy, is all.
The words almost pour from his eyes as he feels a sudden burst of emotion, powerful in nature, although he manages to hold it in. It's not as though he has forgotten how to be happy, he's been happy for a while, but he's never had this kind of happiness.
It's never once been said in so many words, but for a great deal of time Sakamoto understood that his lifestyle was ill-suited for any sort of permanent, romantic relationship like marriage or traditional courtship. He had even convinced himself that he was not made for it, as a man who felt sick staying on one planet for more than a few weeks on end. Now he knows, for sure, that he had been missing something.
And so he readjusts his posture, angling his arms around the other man just the way one would when holding something very expensive, trying to ensure that whatever nook of his body Zura is resting on is comfortable enough to sleep on.]
[ Katsura also shifts when Sakamoto moves to get them both more comfortable, his face close to his partner's and their noses nearly touching. He's cuddled up against his shoulder, dark eyes appearing sleepy but still full of curiosity. If Sakamoto looks closely, he might even see the happiness in his eyes. He can't remember happiness. There's the passive feeling of gladness over a warm bowl of soba or the feel of little pawpads on animals— the smell of sunlight in the summer or the sight of cherry blossoms in spring. Passing gladness— they are really simple things to Katsura, but they don't last.
But the strong emotion of happiness he probably last felt so many years ago when his mentor held him by the hand. It's been that long.
There's a pause and Katsura parts his lips to kiss Sakamoto again, one hand lifting to rake some dark curls back behind his ear. It's a slow, savoring kiss, and once he is finished he speaks: ]
You already have. [ It's true. Zura is just not the best at showing it sometimes. ]
[And if Sakamoto knew (though to be fair, he has a hunch that Zura's fondest memories are of Shoyou), he'd be filled with an unquenchable thirst, an insatiable desire to ensure that his friend felt the same kind of joy when they were holding hands with each other.
He pulls the satin sheets back over their bodies, giving Zura once last glance before smiling and closing his eyes. There's that sound again, that deep rumble in his throat, like a hum and a growl, but not quite as menacing.]
Oh yeah!
I don't think...
[He has to let out a very soft laugh before continuing.]
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He lifts the towel, checking to see if anything is left on Zura's body, then using his own fingers to quietly inspect the other's stomach for any sticky residue. When he's finished, he finally takes his place in bed next to the other and kisses Katsura on the side of his face that's exposed.]
Ah, thinkin' about what could have been...
What's the point? You're happy right now! That's what's important.
[Sakamoto haphazardly tosses the towel over the side of the bed into an empty bin, and takes this time to unbutton his pants and slide out of them.
He doesn't really care if the sheets are dirty.]
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Once his partner settles, he might be surprised to find how quickly Katsura has attached himself to Sakamoto, both arms snaking around his waist and head cuddling up to his shoulder. He looks up at him, admiration filling into his eyes. ]
It just further reminds me how much you have made me happy.. and how unhappy I would have been without you.
[ he suddenly clears his throat, burying his face into his shoulder to hide it from embarrassment. ]
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Ambition is a cruel thing, because for all it gives it takes away, enough to knock a man right off his feet. In a way, Sakamoto and Zura's goals were not all that different: Both impossible, supposedly. Although the merchant from Tosa is often mistaken for a fool, he is far from foolish when it comes to these matters- He is an idealist, but a realistic one.
Even so, it's easy to lose oneself when chasing a fantasy. It sounds as though Zura had been lost before, and to be fair, he had looked a little lost too.]
Say, Zura...
Why do ya keep hidin' yer face?
[He lets one hand idly sift through the other's dark hair.]
There's no shame in being happy.
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Clearly, he's missed out.
He shifts enough to rest his forehead against Sakamoto's temple— his partner probably able to feel the warmth radiating off of his face. ]
I'm sorry
I thought I had forgotten how to be happy, is all.
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The words almost pour from his eyes as he feels a sudden burst of emotion, powerful in nature, although he manages to hold it in. It's not as though he has forgotten how to be happy, he's been happy for a while, but he's never had this kind of happiness.
It's never once been said in so many words, but for a great deal of time Sakamoto understood that his lifestyle was ill-suited for any sort of permanent, romantic relationship like marriage or traditional courtship. He had even convinced himself that he was not made for it, as a man who felt sick staying on one planet for more than a few weeks on end. Now he knows, for sure, that he had been missing something.
And so he readjusts his posture, angling his arms around the other man just the way one would when holding something very expensive, trying to ensure that whatever nook of his body Zura is resting on is comfortable enough to sleep on.]
I'm gonna make you very happy.
[He sounds so sure of himself.]
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He can't remember happiness. There's the passive feeling of gladness over a warm bowl of soba or the feel of little pawpads on animals— the smell of sunlight in the summer or the sight of cherry blossoms in spring. Passing gladness— they are really simple things to Katsura, but they don't last.
But the strong emotion of happiness he probably last felt so many years ago when his mentor held him by the hand.
It's been that long.
There's a pause and Katsura parts his lips to kiss Sakamoto again, one hand lifting to rake some dark curls back behind his ear. It's a slow, savoring kiss, and once he is finished he speaks: ]
You already have.
[ It's true. Zura is just not the best at showing it sometimes. ]
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He pulls the satin sheets back over their bodies, giving Zura once last glance before smiling and closing his eyes. There's that sound again, that deep rumble in his throat, like a hum and a growl, but not quite as menacing.]
Oh yeah!
I don't think...
[He has to let out a very soft laugh before continuing.]
I've ever seen ya so damn happy.