[Sakamoto catches Zura's wrist before he can move too far, and fingers rub him up and down, lingering where the merchant can feel a pulse. Strange, how a man can do something so inconsequential and make it feel as though he's touching something far more intimate, but that may be one of the many devices he uses to lure women into bed with him.
He knows they've both suffered losses, seen friends come and go, but he understands that Zura is hurting deepest, because two of the men he's lost have meant more to him than just that.
Sakamoto knows the way Zura's eyes get when he's in love, despite the other man's attempt to hide it.]
Yeah? What about me?
[He can't say what he really wants, he can't yell and scream and get Katsura to stop before he burns out and hurts himself in ways that will never truly heal, so he can offer this.
Something that he knows the other hungers for, an insatiable need.]
There's plenty of important things...
[He tugs at Zura's hand, just enough so he can expose the palm for what was meant to be a brief kiss, but turns into something different.
Sakamoto begins to run his tongue along one line atop the skin, grinning all the while.]
[ This is fine and dandy— Sakamoto draws Zura in and distracts him from at least not leaving, dead in his tracks. He's listening, dark eyes curious, but obviously focused with undivided attention, pink beginning to crawl back on his cheeks..
until... Sakamoto does something like that. There's a time and a place for that, and it throws Zura off guard. He isn't sure he'd want that kind of attention on his hands even if he was expecting it. So, he bristles, that very hand lifting to give Tatsuma a good smack across the cheek. It probably echoes in the room they're in.
Coldly, he turns away from him again. ]
I have no interest. [ He did. ]
Enjoy the sofa tonight for being foolish. [ Off he goes again, quick to move. ]
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He knows they've both suffered losses, seen friends come and go, but he understands that Zura is hurting deepest, because two of the men he's lost have meant more to him than just that.
Sakamoto knows the way Zura's eyes get when he's in love, despite the other man's attempt to hide it.]
Yeah? What about me?
[He can't say what he really wants, he can't yell and scream and get Katsura to stop before he burns out and hurts himself in ways that will never truly heal, so he can offer this.
Something that he knows the other hungers for, an insatiable need.]
There's plenty of important things...
[He tugs at Zura's hand, just enough so he can expose the palm for what was meant to be a brief kiss, but turns into something different.
Sakamoto begins to run his tongue along one line atop the skin, grinning all the while.]
You could be doin' with me.
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until...
Sakamoto does something like that.
There's a time and a place for that, and it throws Zura off guard. He isn't sure he'd want that kind of attention on his hands even if he was expecting it.
So, he bristles, that very hand lifting to give Tatsuma a good smack across the cheek. It probably echoes in the room they're in.
Coldly, he turns away from him again. ]
I have no interest.
[ He did. ]
Enjoy the sofa tonight for being foolish.
[ Off he goes again, quick to move. ]