[His body offers no signs of resistance, although he doesn't get up all too readily either. Sakamoto rubs his eyes like a child being roused from sleep and leans half-heartedly on one elbow, cocking his head to the side.]
What's the big idea, huh?
[He does his best to smile, even though the other is glaring at him.]
I do. And my planning is the best kind of planning. [ Katsura says with his arms crossed. Though, they unfold when he sees that Sakamoto isn't going anywhere, and he bends over, scooping his arms to carry him bridal style. With a grunt, his posture adjusts, and he turns to take Sakamoto to the rest room..
do you hear that.. the sound of the water... ]
Sakamoto. You're heavier than I thought. Do you eat properly? [ rude. He glances down at Sakamoto when he says that, walking carefully. ]
[ What a big baby. Zura stops in his tracks to tighten his hold on Sakamoto to prevent him from tumbling out of his arms, but something about Sakamoto's despair makes Zura laugh. He's laughing. Unlike Sakamoto, Zura's laughter is more hushed and breathy. ]
Fuhaha.. Don't worry, Sakamoto.
[ He sets him down on his feet by the bathtub and puts his hand gently on his chest, giving it a few affectionate pats. ]
I know your muscles. [ implying that he looks at them a lot. ]
[ What a fuss, what a fuss. Katsura is going to hopefully hush that noise by dipping his hand down and, rubbing his little tummy. There there, Sakamoto. He didn't mean it, he's just concerned about your diet! He's smiling still, though, appreciating the feel of his body hair under his fingertips.
[Sakamoto raises a furry brow and looks over his shoulder, although there's still some semblance of a smile there, as his shoulders fall and he relaxes a little bit.]
Does that mean I get to let'cha touch me all over? Man~!
[He lazes against the back of the tub, catching Zura's hand in his own.]
Hush. You have a set of hands, hah? You can bathe all of those places. [ He says, pulling his hand away from Sakamoto and going straight to the shampoo, squirting a good amount in his palms.
He leans over, beginning to work the suds into Sakamoto's curly, thick hair, taking great care in making sure that no soap ends up in his pretty blue eyes. He mutters, voice carrying a slight hum. ]
—Though, if you behave, I can get those places for you too. [ look at him trying to talk dirty. it was a piss poor, prudish attempt. how cute. ]
[A poor attempt, sure, but the way Zura's fingers move against his scalp are enough to make him feel dirty, and so his muscles relax as he allows himself to be washed clean. Zura will notice the way Sakamoto's breath and laughter hitches, how his shoulders roll back and his lashes flutter.
He's not used to anyone treating his hair this kindly and frankly, he loves when it's being played with.]
You love to make the rules, don'tcha?
[How easy it would be.
To just say "I love you."]
I feel like I'm on top o' the world, right about now.
My rules and leadership are the best way. [ He says this firmly and confidently, allowing the edges of his nails scrape into his lover's scalp. Once he thinks he's got his hair nice and clean, he leans over to scoop up some water with his fingers. ]
Please close your precious eyes. [ Not long after that warning, he dumps the water over Sakamoto's head. His hands work and tease in his hair some more, fingers wringing the curls to get some soap out. There are still some suds, so he repeats the rinsing process. ]
This, drinking plenty of tea and fluids and rest will heal you sooner. Then you may fuss over your work once more.
[ His knuckles brush some shampoo off of Sakamoto's cheek, fingers curving around to tilt his head upward at the jaw so he can look at him. In a soft voice, he says: ]
[As Sakamoto's head turns to face upwards, Zura will see the other man's ears and cheeks getting noticeably pinker in color. So many years have passed since he's been treated like this, by a woman he loved dearly and one he'd always remember, although he doesn't ruminate on that nostalgic but painful emotion for very long.
That is what he wants, that is what he has always wanted- To push forward without being shackled by silly things like illness, selfishness... Sakamoto wants to live to see a day where humans and Amanto can go about their ways in harmony.
Hatred, however, runs deep. It's going to take a lot of money to wash that all out- Money he doesn't have, although it's money he hopes to gain.
Maybe he never will.]
Yeah, it is.
What about you?
[Zura's goals have to have changed, since he can no longer step foot in his home country.]
[ Katsura goes for the bar of soap next once Sakamoto's hair is clean. His sleeves are rolled up even more and he starts with Sakamoto's back as his partner speaks, smiling fondly. Katsura was an arrogant, selfish bastard at times, but he had a big heart and a lot of love to give when the opportunity was presented to him.
There are many things he wants— he wants to go back home, he wants to go back to his mission of changing Japan, he wants peace, but without the Amanto in his country. He wants the corruption clean, children fed, and schools for young samurai to flourish once more.
He knows he can't have that anymore.
He pauses, dipping his head down to press his forehead against Sakamoto's temple. ]
There are many things I want. But what I need is right here.
[ Katsura emphasizes by poking Sakamoto in the heart, keeping his head against Tatsuma's temple and cheek.
[Those words hit him hard, harder than they should, but perhaps its because he's never heard them before.
Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
[ Sakamoto is so cute. So, so cute. These were mannerisms were things Katsura had never seen until they started dating, and honestly, he feels like he's missed something wonderful all of these years. His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest. [ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]
[Still blushing, Sakamoto shyly lets his hand be tugged by Zura's, looking bashful all the while. What a strange thing, seeing someone usually so bold act so timid. He lowers his shoulders in a pitiful attempt to bare his chest, smile turning crooked, leaning sideways.
This must all look very funny, a grown man with broad shoulders and well-defined pectorals grinning idiotically like a schoolboy, despite his body seeming mature.]
[ Katsura laughs lightly. It's a very genuine and soft laugh— kind of odd for him. Usually he was pretty loud when he laughed and something almost seemed.. sinister about his kind of laugh. But this is warm and sweet.
He adores him. Especially when he is like this— looking so happy and pleasant. Seeing him smile only made Katsura smile without even realizing it.
He suds up his hand and washes up Sakamoto's chest, appreciating the feeling of fuzz beneath his fingers again. His hand travels downwards until it's completely underwater and he rubs Tatsuma's tummy once more partially to make sure it's clean and partially just because he wanted to. His hand lifts up to gently wash off his chest, then Zura goes to Sakamoto's arms.
Sakamoto will probably feel him apply a little more pressure here. He likes your arms a lot. ]
Ah, are you feeling better now? [ He'll ask as he finishes up his arms by rinsing. ]
As the impurities of a person's skin are washed away— that is the future I saw back home. [ But he guesses it'll never actually be that way. A little sad to be reminded you can't return to your dream. ]
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What's the big idea, huh?
[He does his best to smile, even though the other is glaring at him.]
You got plans for me?
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[ Katsura says with his arms crossed. Though, they unfold when he sees that Sakamoto isn't going anywhere, and he bends over, scooping his arms to carry him bridal style. With a grunt, his posture adjusts, and he turns to take Sakamoto to the rest room..
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Sakamoto.
You're heavier than I thought. Do you eat properly?
[ rude.
He glances down at Sakamoto when he says that, walking carefully. ]
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Sakamoto fidgets, flailing his arms like a cat that didn't want to be picked up.]
Muscle. It's all muscle!!!
[he's the biggest joui ofc he's gonna weigh the most]
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Zura stops in his tracks to tighten his hold on Sakamoto to prevent him from tumbling out of his arms, but something about Sakamoto's despair makes Zura laugh. He's laughing. Unlike Sakamoto, Zura's laughter is more hushed and breathy. ]
Fuhaha..
Don't worry, Sakamoto.
[ He sets him down on his feet by the bathtub and puts his hand gently on his chest, giving it a few affectionate pats. ]
I know your muscles.
[ implying that he looks at them a lot. ]
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I'm not fat...!
I'm just gettin' older.
[Sakamoto thinks he's in quite good shape, thank you very much.
That and he's trying not to blush at Zura's last comment, although he's not doing a very good job at that either.]
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He's smiling still, though, appreciating the feel of his body hair under his fingertips.
Fondly, he speaks: ]
Take your bath.
Allow me to assist.
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[Sakamoto raises a furry brow and looks over his shoulder, although there's still some semblance of a smile there, as his shoulders fall and he relaxes a little bit.]
Does that mean I get to let'cha touch me all over? Man~!
[He lazes against the back of the tub, catching Zura's hand in his own.]
What a treat. ♥
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[ He says, pulling his hand away from Sakamoto and going straight to the shampoo, squirting a good amount in his palms.
He leans over, beginning to work the suds into Sakamoto's curly, thick hair, taking great care in making sure that no soap ends up in his pretty blue eyes.
He mutters, voice carrying a slight hum. ]
—Though, if you behave, I can get those places for you too.
[ look at him trying to talk dirty.
it was a piss poor, prudish attempt.
how cute. ]
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He's not used to anyone treating his hair this kindly and frankly, he loves when it's being played with.]
You love to make the rules, don'tcha?
[How easy it would be.
To just say "I love you."]
I feel like I'm on top o' the world, right about now.
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[ He says this firmly and confidently, allowing the edges of his nails scrape into his lover's scalp. Once he thinks he's got his hair nice and clean, he leans over to scoop up some water with his fingers. ]
Please close your precious eyes.
[ Not long after that warning, he dumps the water over Sakamoto's head. His hands work and tease in his hair some more, fingers wringing the curls to get some soap out.
There are still some suds, so he repeats the rinsing process. ]
This, drinking plenty of tea and fluids and rest will heal you sooner.
Then you may fuss over your work once more.
[ His knuckles brush some shampoo off of Sakamoto's cheek, fingers curving around to tilt his head upward at the jaw so he can look at him. In a soft voice, he says: ]
That is what you want, isn't it?
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That is what he wants, that is what he has always wanted- To push forward without being shackled by silly things like illness, selfishness... Sakamoto wants to live to see a day where humans and Amanto can go about their ways in harmony.
Hatred, however, runs deep. It's going to take a lot of money to wash that all out- Money he doesn't have, although it's money he hopes to gain.
Maybe he never will.]
Yeah, it is.
What about you?
[Zura's goals have to have changed, since he can no longer step foot in his home country.]
Is there somethin' you want?
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There are many things he wants— he wants to go back home, he wants to go back to his mission of changing Japan, he wants peace, but without the Amanto in his country. He wants the corruption clean, children fed, and schools for young samurai to flourish once more.
He knows he can't have that anymore.
He pauses, dipping his head down to press his forehead against Sakamoto's temple. ]
There are many things I want.
But what I need is right here.
[ Katsura emphasizes by poking Sakamoto in the heart, keeping his head against Tatsuma's temple and cheek.
Companionship and love.
He needs that. ]
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Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥]
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His smile only grows as he feels his face bury into his own rough knuckles as he stands there in silence, taking in how hot his skin feels against his own.
Something occurs to him, like he cannot believe somebody this kind is somebody he calls his own.
In a soft voice, he breaks the silence: ]
Come, now. Let me get your chest.
[ He'll attempt to pull his hand away. ]
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This must all look very funny, a grown man with broad shoulders and well-defined pectorals grinning idiotically like a schoolboy, despite his body seeming mature.]
Okay. Okay!
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But this is warm and sweet.
He adores him. Especially when he is like this— looking so happy and pleasant. Seeing him smile only made Katsura smile without even realizing it.
He suds up his hand and washes up Sakamoto's chest, appreciating the feeling of fuzz beneath his fingers again. His hand travels downwards until it's completely underwater and he rubs Tatsuma's tummy once more partially to make sure it's clean and partially just because he wanted to.
His hand lifts up to gently wash off his chest, then Zura goes to Sakamoto's arms.
Sakamoto will probably feel him apply a little more pressure here.
He likes your arms a lot. ]
Ah, are you feeling better now?
[ He'll ask as he finishes up his arms by rinsing. ]
As the impurities of a person's skin are washed away— that is the future I saw back home.
[ But he guesses it'll never actually be that way. A little sad to be reminded you can't return to your dream. ]
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BUT I LOVE MY MOTHER!!!!!"]
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Does that mean- If Zura and I have ****ed-"]
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Motherfucker.
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—I'm sorry?
[ say that again... go for it.. ]
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You-
[Why, just now, does he feel so sad?
He should be happy, and he is, but there's a mix of something else.]
You remind me of somebody. That's it! That's all.
[Longing and sadness.
He doesn't have a right, to be so miserable, to feel so blue. Not when someone is treating him kindly like this.]
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[ Katsura pulls back and cups his chin. ]
Ah, so somebody who is trying to copy and over-lap me...
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Is it Colonel S*nders?
[ why.... ]
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1.2 here's mine
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