[ And so, they fell asleep soundly. It was a pleasant sleep they both shared, because being in each other's presence brought a calming atmosphere. Katsura no longer had to worry about the police; Sakamoto didn't need to worry about a night of bad decisions.
Katsura is naturally an early riser, and evidently Sakamoto is too.. Well, at least a portion of him is, at least.
Zura was just going to maybe bathe after he pulled back the sheets, and he does just that, sitting up on the mattress and rubbing his eyes. He sleepily looks around the room, reminded that they never got their pillow they requested (and is now angry about it after the fact) but also takes a moment to look at Sakamoto as his fingers tangle through his bed hair.
Well, then. Katsura isn't too surprised to find his partner already stiff this morning, and, he could ignore it, but.. He had said he would do something special for Sakamoto, didn't he? He debates about it as he slips out of the bed and ties his fundoshi, glancing over his shoulders at his lover. Hmmm.
In a matter of moments, he's perched himself on top of Sakamoto's hips, grinding against the hardness underneath him to give his friend— boyfriend— a bit of a wake up call.
[All things considered, Sakamoto should have had a restful night. Maybe it was the strange alien dessert he had opted for before their business meeting, or that peculiar fruity liqueur he had a sip of upon landing, but it's clear from the sweat on his brow and the slight twitch of his upper lip that something is most definitely amiss.
The scenario that's playing out in his mind isn't all too far from things that have happened in his daily life. It starts out innocuously, a routine check-up as scheduled with his urologist, complete with the uncomfortable poking and prodding that typically occurs as a result of this kind of medical examination.
Seemingly out of nowhere, cold hands grab his ****s and an elderly voice utters, "It's coming off."
Whatever friction Zura was causing is enough to stir him from sleep, and he awakens in a cold sweat.]
[ Sakamoto is predictable to Katsura most of the time, but then sometimes, he really isn't. All of his movement stops when Sakamoto screams and he can only sit there, straddled over his lover's hips, cheeks slowly changing red. This wasn't the kind of response he was expecting or hoping for— he didn't mean to startle Sakamoto awake! Just.. arouse him to wake, he guesses.
Katsura's hands are placed on Tatsuma's lower abdomen, dark eyes wide as he directly at him, concerned, and a small pause occurs. ]
Ah. I didn't mean to make you have a bad dream, just a wet one.
[ He lifts a hand to brush away from sweat from Sakamoto's brow. ]
[Sakamoto's sweaty palms move upwards to grasp the hand on his forehead instinctively. Holding hands is like kissing, almost, but only when the hand you are holding is special enough.]
What?
[Said in disbelief, almost.]
Were you tryin' ta wake me up?
[He turns red, too, when he realizes what Zura means.
(not that the other hasn't been the star of this merchant's unseemly fantasies for a while now)]
[ Katsura blinks a few times, head tilting to the side slightly at Sakamoto's confusion before he just slow his head in a brief nod of agreement. He isn't sure why Sakamoto is confused; they might as well enjoy the atmosphere of this place one more time. ]
Yes. Like this.
[ ah yeah that's basically some more pressure he's grinding down on Tatsuma in a firm, churning motion for emphasis. He could pratically feel him right between his asscheeks at this rate. He stops. ]
[He back arches without him willing it to. Sakamoto winces as he utters a pathetic sound, something supposedly unbecoming for a man, though from the look on his face it doesn't seem as though he can help himself. It's not as if he hasn't been on the receiving end of this kind of pleasure before, as his romps across the universe have brought him in touch with skilled hands and supple bodies, although it's all been rather mindless and very animal.
Thankfully, Zura pauses, and he regains his ability to think.]
It's okay. It's okay!
Say...
[He must be very careful.
Zura is to be loved and not used for love, he is a man and not a vessel, not a plaything that can be bought with hard-earned money.]
Ah, yes. It is okay. [ He sounds almost demanding to get his way with this, and you'd think that after that kind of response he would be all about what Sakamoto is asking. ]
—No. [ It seems like a cold response, but thankfully he explains himself before Sakamoto can feel anything like rejection: ] You did plenty of that the other night. Why don't you relax and just think of me this morning instead..? [ Katsura also knows he'd like his own desires distract him from what he wants to do. ]
I appreciate you asking so nicely, however. [ His finger lifts and goes to Sakamoto's nose, where he prompts to poke him there— then attempt to push him backwards on the bed. ]
[And so he's thrust back onto the now crinkled, satin sheets, collar still hot and unsure of what to expect. Is it wrong for him to be so happy? From the looks of things, it sounds as though Zura is planning to spoil him, to start his morning off with a bang! This is all so exciting, as he's never been the object of anyone's affections before, so naturally he's curious as to what the other has in mind.
He shifts around quietly, averting his gaze before making bashful eye contact. Gah! He can feel the warmth spread from the center of his face to his ears, and is almost embarrassed by how bad it's getting.]
[ Down Sakamoto goes, and Katsura remains seated there, watching him turn red and grow embarrassed. It's cute, but it's also making Katsura a bit pink in the face too. He's so cute! He can't help it but shift closer up Sakamoto's body and dip down to kiss him right on the lips. It's firm and kinda sloppy, but quick before he's moving along Sakamoto's neck, nipping with the edge of his teeth a few time while doing so. They're small bites, but they probably sting pretty bad and leave small bruises— a trail of them along his neck, and after he does this he pulls back and looks at Sakamoto, concern on his expression again. ]
—Oh, um. Was that alright? [ MAYBE HE WAS BEING TOO EAGER. AND TOO ROUGH. but this is hardly rough in comparison to what Sakamoto is used to— Zura doesn't know that— but it's obvious he's concerned about what his partner might like this time. ]
I also wanted to ask something else, and I hope you are not offended... [ an odd question. ]
[On the contrary, all of Sakamoto's gasping and sighing should tip Zura off, as he lives for this rather unkind sort of attention. Giggling, almost, he quips back-]
Didn't I tell ya, Zura?
I like it rough. ♥
[Sakamoto doesn't dread the question, but perhaps he should.]
Ahhhh~? What is it? Are you gonna ask me to shave? Down there! I thought you liked yer fellas a little...
[ He sits back on Sakamoto's hips as his partner responds to him, feeling relieved that he wasn't too rough with him. Though, the response he is given is along the lines of what he was curious about, and now he cannot help but comment on it: ]
—It wouldn't hurt you to at least trim. [ THE TRUTH IS REVEALED. Katsura does like hair, but Sakamoto has an abundance of it down there. ] But that is not what I was going to ask.
I was going to ask if it would be alright if I used my mouth. [ why are you asking if it's okay to give him a blowjob the answer should be obvious and that seems to be what he is asking about, especially since he pauses, but then: ]
It isn't hazardous to my health— right? I will be alright, won't I? I won't perish from a deathly illness if I accidentally swallow some? [ DON'T TALK LIKE HIS DICK IS REALLY GROSS LIKE THAT. THAT IS RUDE. HIS SEMEN ISN'T TOXIC WASTE. Performing oral sex isn't his favorite thing to do, though. It's his least favorite, actually. It's disgusting to him, but he'll do it for another person if he cares a lot for them. ]
What a silly question! You're silly, Zura. Ahahaha~!
[Sakamoto, on the other hand, doesn't seem at all insulted. His shoulders shake as he laughs it off, smiling the entire time. To be completely honest, if he had known that Zura was even willing to use his mouth at all, he would've definitely made sure his nether regions looked at least a little more welcoming.
He may have been forbidden from touching, but that does not stop him from fondly brushing a few strands of hair from the other's face, beaming as the long-haired man frets about the consequences of what he may be about to do.]
No, you won't. It happens. It happens, sometimes!
[And then, with an added hint of sincerity:]
If you don't wanna do it, then don't! I'm not gonna be mad at you. I don't want to force ya inta anything.
It isn't silly! It's a major concern! [ DON'T LAUGH. HE'S EMBARRASSED NOW. In fact, he's even turning around to put his back to Sakamoto to hide that fact, and, in most cases, he likes to see his partner when doing something sexual, but.. He knows he's going to make unpleasant faces while doing something like this, and would much rather spare Sakamoto of that so he doesn't feel guilty about it later.
A bit flustered, he gives a snippy response: ]
Shut up. I am going to do what I want to do. It has nothing to do with what you want. [ I guess you'll get a butt view while he's doing this, cause he's wiggling further up Sakamoto's body to make it easier to lean over and put his cock in his mouth.
Katsura takes his time, though, fingers pinching the elastic of Sakamoto's waist band and pulling it up and over his prick. His fingers curve delicately around the base, nose already beginning to scrunch as just.. looks down at it.
It'll feel real nice to Sakamoto, though, and he has to mentally tell himself that again. That's what he wants! Sakamoto to feel nice since he did such a nice job last night. ]
[Sakamoto is definitely distracted by that very pleasant view, and the feeling of Zura's hands tending to him so carefully. As much as he may want this, it's more important to him that his partner is comfortable.]
Hey, hey! Seriously...
I don't wanna torture you.
[Last night was fine, fun even! Sakamoto enjoys giving pleasure even if he has to get a little down and dirty to do it.]
I care about you, y'know? A-and, that means! That means I want you to be happy too.
Hush. [ Katsura shooshes him— firmly but not exactly angry or annoyed. He takes a moment to release Sakamoto and shift on top of him to reach over near the end of the bed for one of his hair ties, holding it between his teeth and raking his fingers through his inky hair that spill over his shoulders and the muscles along his back. Once he has the majority of the hair, he pulls it up in a higher ponytail so it doesn't get in his way while he's doing this (and dirty, god forbid.) As he does this, he speaks: ]
Making you happy makes me happy. We both are happy this way.
[ He says quietly before moving once more time and leaning over, holding Sakamoto carefully once more and taking a steady breath before he tips his head to the side, gumming his smooth lips along the side of Sakamoto's length. ]
He should be comfortable, but somehow he feels as though he isn't doing enough, though he already has. Sakamoto is never quite satisfied with anything he ever does, because there is always more to be done- Limits are for amateurs. The sky's the limit? The sky is limitless.
He should know, he travels through it.]
I wanna do somethin'.
[Uttered calmly, but firmly.
He almost hesitates to let himself go when he feels the other's lips around the most useless bone in his body, but it's probably best if he makes a sound that's worth the other's while, right?]
I don't know how I feel... About just. Sittin' around.
[ Before Katsura can go any further, he pauses at Sakamoto's words, eyelids falling shut for a moment. ]
I want you to lie down and relax. You have done so much for me, I want to do something special that is just my own. You're just mine right now, and that's what I want you to be.
[ A pause, then he pinches Sakamoto's thigh as a warning— not too hard, but it will probably bruise it. His voice seems soft and sincere, even if the words seem harsh and strict. ]
Behave, Sakamoto. Let me do what I want to do to you.
[Those words do have a peculiar effect on him, as does the thought of "just" belonging to someone else.
This is better than before.
He's always been so happy that they included him, before, careful not to wish for anything more than he's received.
But he finds himself feeling greedy lately. This is something that he hates, because he has never been the jealous type. Has Zura ever once looked at him the way he looked at Gintoki? Sakamoto can't remember that far back.
[ Ugh. That's better. You hush and take it easy. Zura even waits a moment to make sure that Sakamoto is absolutely finished flapping his gums before his own lips part, running the flat of his tongue across the upper side of his erection, meeting at the top where his hot lips seal over the tip with a light slurp.
He speaks against Sakamoto's member, voice muttering: ]
You better give me a warning before you finish. [ He really doesn't want a mouth full of semen. It already is a unique taste that he discovers he doesn't really like. He holds him tighter at the base, pumping and squeezing a few times before engulfing the top half, sucking lightly and beginning to slide his lips up and down around the shaft. ]
[Shame is something he hardly ever experiences, though he feels it right about now.
There's something overwhelmingly intimate about feeling someone's words and hearing them too, it's all too distracting...
His eyes shut tight, as if somehow closing them will make it easier to come to terms with the fact that he's melting further and further into the sheets, and that he can imagine that the loud cry that just left him came from another person's body.]
Okay.
[He should enjoy this, he is enjoying this.
But there's something else on his mind too. Guilt?
Mmm. [ A hum of approval more than anything else (it certainly has nothing to do with the taste, but he does like the feel of Sakamoto in his mouth) as he sucks Sakamoto off, swirling his tongue tenderly over his slit a few times. By golly, this for sure wasn't his first blowjob he's given, but there is some shakiness in his arms and hands that gives away he isn't a pro with this either.
Katsura cocks his head to the side and his lips seal over a large vein that travels along Sakamoto's cock, sucking and applying plenty of pressure before his head meets the top again, taking him in again.
This time it's deep enough where he feels his partner hit the back of his throat and his bobs his head. ]
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Katsura is naturally an early riser, and evidently Sakamoto is too..
Well, at least a portion of him is, at least.
Zura was just going to maybe bathe after he pulled back the sheets, and he does just that, sitting up on the mattress and rubbing his eyes. He sleepily looks around the room, reminded that they never got their pillow they requested (and is now angry about it after the fact) but also takes a moment to look at Sakamoto as his fingers tangle through his bed hair.
Well, then. Katsura isn't too surprised to find his partner already stiff this morning, and, he could ignore it, but..
He had said he would do something special for Sakamoto, didn't he? He debates about it as he slips out of the bed and ties his fundoshi, glancing over his shoulders at his lover. Hmmm.
In a matter of moments, he's perched himself on top of Sakamoto's hips, grinding against the hardness underneath him to give his friend— boyfriend— a bit of a wake up call.
Yes, pay attention to him, please. ]
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The scenario that's playing out in his mind isn't all too far from things that have happened in his daily life. It starts out innocuously, a routine check-up as scheduled with his urologist, complete with the uncomfortable poking and prodding that typically occurs as a result of this kind of medical examination.
Seemingly out of nowhere, cold hands grab his ****s and an elderly voice utters, "It's coming off."
Whatever friction Zura was causing is enough to stir him from sleep, and he awakens in a cold sweat.]
It's coming off.
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IT'S COMING OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF-!!!!!!
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D-d-doctor...!!! If you're thinking of takin' away something so important, you better be givin' me somethin' in return.
Ahhhh, have you ever considered anything like, mmmm, a transplant, maybe? Perhaps of one in a bigger si-
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Oh.
Zura? What're you doin' here?
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Katsura's hands are placed on Tatsuma's lower abdomen, dark eyes wide as he directly at him, concerned, and a small pause occurs. ]
Ah.
I didn't mean to make you have a bad dream, just a wet one.
[ He lifts a hand to brush away from sweat from Sakamoto's brow. ]
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What?
[Said in disbelief, almost.]
Were you tryin' ta wake me up?
[He turns red, too, when he realizes what Zura means.
(not that the other hasn't been the star of this merchant's unseemly fantasies for a while now)]
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Yes. Like this.
[ ah yeah that's basically some more pressure he's grinding down on Tatsuma in a firm, churning motion for emphasis. He could pratically feel him right between his asscheeks at this rate. He stops. ]
That is allowed, is it not?
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Thankfully, Zura pauses, and he regains his ability to think.]
It's okay. It's okay!
Say...
[He must be very careful.
Zura is to be loved and not used for love, he is a man and not a vessel, not a plaything that can be bought with hard-earned money.]
Can I touch you?
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[ He sounds almost demanding to get his way with this, and you'd think that after that kind of response he would be all about what Sakamoto is asking. ]
—No.
[ It seems like a cold response, but thankfully he explains himself before Sakamoto can feel anything like rejection: ]
You did plenty of that the other night. Why don't you relax and just think of me this morning instead..?
[ Katsura also knows he'd like his own desires distract him from what he wants to do. ]
I appreciate you asking so nicely, however.
[ His finger lifts and goes to Sakamoto's nose, where he prompts to poke him there— then attempt to push him backwards on the bed. ]
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He shifts around quietly, averting his gaze before making bashful eye contact. Gah! He can feel the warmth spread from the center of his face to his ears, and is almost embarrassed by how bad it's getting.]
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—Oh, um. Was that alright?
[ MAYBE HE WAS BEING TOO EAGER. AND TOO ROUGH.
but this is hardly rough in comparison to what Sakamoto is used to— Zura doesn't know that— but it's obvious he's concerned about what his partner might like this time. ]
I also wanted to ask something else, and I hope you are not offended... [ an odd question. ]
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Didn't I tell ya, Zura?
I like it rough. ♥
[Sakamoto doesn't dread the question, but perhaps he should.]
Ahhhh~? What is it? Are you gonna ask me to shave? Down there! I thought you liked yer fellas a little...
[And he laughs that Sakamoto laugh, again.]
Masculine.
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—It wouldn't hurt you to at least trim.
[ THE TRUTH IS REVEALED. Katsura does like hair, but Sakamoto has an abundance of it down there. ]
But that is not what I was going to ask.
I was going to ask if it would be alright if I used my mouth.
[ why are you asking if it's okay to give him a blowjob the answer should be obvious and that seems to be what he is asking about, especially since he pauses, but then: ]
It isn't hazardous to my health— right? I will be alright, won't I? I won't perish from a deathly illness if I accidentally swallow some?
[ DON'T TALK LIKE HIS DICK IS REALLY GROSS LIKE THAT. THAT IS RUDE. HIS SEMEN ISN'T TOXIC WASTE. Performing oral sex isn't his favorite thing to do, though. It's his least favorite, actually. It's disgusting to him, but he'll do it for another person if he cares a lot for them. ]
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[Sakamoto, on the other hand, doesn't seem at all insulted. His shoulders shake as he laughs it off, smiling the entire time. To be completely honest, if he had known that Zura was even willing to use his mouth at all, he would've definitely made sure his nether regions looked at least a little more welcoming.
He may have been forbidden from touching, but that does not stop him from fondly brushing a few strands of hair from the other's face, beaming as the long-haired man frets about the consequences of what he may be about to do.]
No, you won't. It happens. It happens, sometimes!
[And then, with an added hint of sincerity:]
If you don't wanna do it, then don't! I'm not gonna be mad at you. I don't want to force ya inta anything.
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[ DON'T LAUGH. HE'S EMBARRASSED NOW. In fact, he's even turning around to put his back to Sakamoto to hide that fact, and, in most cases, he likes to see his partner when doing something sexual, but..
He knows he's going to make unpleasant faces while doing something like this, and would much rather spare Sakamoto of that so he doesn't feel guilty about it later.
A bit flustered, he gives a snippy response: ]
Shut up. I am going to do what I want to do. It has nothing to do with what you want.
[ I guess you'll get a butt view while he's doing this, cause he's wiggling further up Sakamoto's body to make it easier to lean over and put his cock in his mouth.
Katsura takes his time, though, fingers pinching the elastic of Sakamoto's waist band and pulling it up and over his prick. His fingers curve delicately around the base, nose already beginning to scrunch as just.. looks down at it.
It'll feel real nice to Sakamoto, though, and he has to mentally tell himself that again. That's what he wants! Sakamoto to feel nice since he did such a nice job last night. ]
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Hey, hey! Seriously...
I don't wanna torture you.
[Last night was fine, fun even! Sakamoto enjoys giving pleasure even if he has to get a little down and dirty to do it.]
I care about you, y'know? A-and, that means! That means I want you to be happy too.
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[ Katsura shooshes him— firmly but not exactly angry or annoyed. He takes a moment to release Sakamoto and shift on top of him to reach over near the end of the bed for one of his hair ties, holding it between his teeth and raking his fingers through his inky hair that spill over his shoulders and the muscles along his back. Once he has the majority of the hair, he pulls it up in a higher ponytail so it doesn't get in his way while he's doing this (and dirty, god forbid.)
As he does this, he speaks: ]
Making you happy makes me happy.
We both are happy this way.
[ He says quietly before moving once more time and leaning over, holding Sakamoto carefully once more and taking a steady breath before he tips his head to the side, gumming his smooth lips along the side of Sakamoto's length. ]
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He should be comfortable, but somehow he feels as though he isn't doing enough, though he already has. Sakamoto is never quite satisfied with anything he ever does, because there is always more to be done- Limits are for amateurs. The sky's the limit? The sky is limitless.
He should know, he travels through it.]
I wanna do somethin'.
[Uttered calmly, but firmly.
He almost hesitates to let himself go when he feels the other's lips around the most useless bone in his body, but it's probably best if he makes a sound that's worth the other's while, right?]
I don't know how I feel... About just. Sittin' around.
[Does Zura love him? It feels like it.
This feels like love.]
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I want you to lie down and relax.
You have done so much for me, I want to do something special that is just my own. You're just mine right now, and that's what I want you to be.
[ A pause, then he pinches Sakamoto's thigh as a warning— not too hard, but it will probably bruise it.
His voice seems soft and sincere, even if the words seem harsh and strict. ]
Behave, Sakamoto.
Let me do what I want to do to you.
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This is better than before.
He's always been so happy that they included him, before, careful not to wish for anything more than he's received.
But he finds himself feeling greedy lately. This is something that he hates, because he has never been the jealous type. Has Zura ever once looked at him the way he looked at Gintoki? Sakamoto can't remember that far back.
How pathetic, to envy a dead man.]
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He speaks against Sakamoto's member, voice muttering: ]
You better give me a warning before you finish.
[ He really doesn't want a mouth full of semen. It already is a unique taste that he discovers he doesn't really like.
He holds him tighter at the base, pumping and squeezing a few times before engulfing the top half, sucking lightly and beginning to slide his lips up and down around the shaft. ]
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There's something overwhelmingly intimate about feeling someone's words and hearing them too, it's all too distracting...
His eyes shut tight, as if somehow closing them will make it easier to come to terms with the fact that he's melting further and further into the sheets, and that he can imagine that the loud cry that just left him came from another person's body.]
Okay.
[He should enjoy this, he is enjoying this.
But there's something else on his mind too. Guilt?
Envy, still? He's not sure.]
I will.
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[ A hum of approval more than anything else (it certainly has nothing to do with the taste, but he does like the feel of Sakamoto in his mouth) as he sucks Sakamoto off, swirling his tongue tenderly over his slit a few times. By golly, this for sure wasn't his first blowjob he's given, but there is some shakiness in his arms and hands that gives away he isn't a pro with this either.
Katsura cocks his head to the side and his lips seal over a large vein that travels along Sakamoto's cock, sucking and applying plenty of pressure before his head meets the top again, taking him in again.
This time it's deep enough where he feels his partner hit the back of his throat and his bobs his head. ]
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