[ Fair enough, it had been awhile since Sakamoto and Zura had done the deed. Tonight was a particularly restless night for Zura, his mind filled with all sorts of thoughts, but primarily the way Sakamoto's voice sounded so hoarse when he was turned on, or the feeling of his warm body.. you know.. it just was really bad all of the thoughts that Zura was thinking about.
He kind of turned himself on by lingering on the thought in such dirty detail.
And, he knew that Sakamoto was asleep, but he still couldn't bring himself to touch himself and keep it secret, so he tried to ignore it.. and count sheep. Which just didn't do any good— even with their dramatic endings. Somehow, counting sheep made him hotter. Somehow.
What do you do when something like this happens? Zura thinks he probably would rather wake Sakamoto and get it on other than jerk off and risk Sakamoto catching him in the act. Surely rousing him from his sleep for something like this would be a ... treat for him?
Zura thinks so. Everyone should want to fuck him. (His logic.)
So, he shifts very slowly, scooting up right against Sakamoto back, meshing against him in a perfect spoon. One arm drapes over his broad shoulder, fingertips wandering and wandering until they find his pectoral, squeezing it gingerly. His head buries into Sakamoto's neck from embarrassment, but it doesn't take him long to bestow several kisses there.
If that doesn't wake him up, he'll continue to allow his fingers to explore. ]
[He does smile a little in response, as Sakamoto often does when his body is shown any ounce of affection, but other than that it seems as though Zura's advances aren't doing enough to stir him from sleep. Instinctively, his body shifts backwards and presses against his beloved's, desperate for the heat that kind of interaction generates.
Zura's hands do venture farther and farther down, until they grab hold of one very sensitive thing in particular. This does appear to wake him up, and in a hoarse, tired voice, he utters:]
[ That rumbly noise is music to his ears and he realizes he wants more and more of that. Zura doesn't let go, fingers curved around his partner's length, the pad of his thumb skirting up and down the shaft to the tip, rolling over this part with some tantalizing pressure.
At Sakamoto's words, Katsura can only say: ]
I am [ pump ] just trying to [ pump ] turn it on.
[ turn what on .... the television or your boyfriend.. ]
His lips part from surprise at first. Sakamoto knows that despite Zura's disciplinary manner, he is far from sexless, although he has considerably more restraint than the merchant himself. This is a source of worry for Sakamoto, because he knows that his bedtime manner is a little uncouth, and that he enjoys a wider variety of intimate acts than his friend might. There's a spark but he wants a fire, even though sometimes his attempts to feed the flames aren't that successful.
He opens his mouth again, this time to say something, but can't get any words out. Instead, he manages something between a cry and whine, timid but eager. Awkwardly, his elbow juts backwards because he doesn't know what to do with his hands just yet, though he'll figure it out soon enough.]
Turn what on?
[Groggy, groggy, he's still groggy...
Until he feels whats pressed against his backside. Is Zura hard? Was Zura having impolite thoughts about him?
That and the motion of wanton hands against his own slowly hardening cock makes him feel a feverish sort of nervousness. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows, and the words that follow are whispered:]
[ if that is what you want, is what he almost says but he resists. Katsura was pretty dirty minded like the rest of them, but had magnificent restraint. It's probably because he's more comfortable and trusting of Sakamoto now he's showing his signs of boldness...
and horny-ness, I guess. ]
Hah. I guess this remote must be out of batteries. I cannot sleep, I suppose I will have to do something else instead of watch television.. [ Katsura, please stop hiding behind that miscommunication. Sakamoto knows what you're doing by now!! ]
Oh, but you can't sleep either? [ NOT WITH YOUR HAND TOUCHING HIM LIKE THAT. But before Sakamoto can answer, he mutters against his ear, sounding eager: ]
Shall we partake in a recreational activity to put us to sleep? Ah.. exercise together?
[ To top it all off, he kisses Sakamoto's ear, idly holding it between his lips afterwards. ]
[What Sakamoto appreciates about this is something that Zura may not understand, but it shows in the way his laugh is quiet and breathy, more a bout of restrained moans than anything else. There's something to be said about being wanted and needed for this sort of thing.
Zura's breath is hot against the skin of his ear, reminding him that there is a baser element to their intimacy. Sakamoto does want to be an essential part of Zura's life, to the point where he's craved as much as food or water.]
You wanna do it?
[Zura may be using euphemisms, but Sakamoto is straight to the point.
Reluctantly, he talks hold of the hand stroking him from base to tip and pushes it away, rolling over to meet Zura face to face. They lock eyes for a moment, and it looks as though Sakamoto is searching for something in the other's gaze.]
[ Just like that, Katsura is pushed away and his hand recoils slightly, eyes growing when Sakamoto turns over on his other side to face him. His cheeks burn, heat rising and flooding over his skin for a moment. It's embarrassing— like he's been caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar or a deer looking at oncoming lights. He doesn't like being called out on things like this since he was taught to be modest.
Though, his mouth is dry and all he can do is flick his gaze down to Sakamoto lips as they move. ]
It's not crazy, it's Zura. [ Oh. ]
Ah, Katsura. [ What Sakamoto may find in Zura's gaze is something hungry and desperate. He's actually the one to make the move mext, his palm cradling the slope of Sakamoto's neck to the round of his shoulder where he pushes him on his back against the mattress and crawls on top of him, straddling him snug with his legs on either side of Sakamoto's rib cage.
He moves gently, leaning down to kiss him and breathe slowly through his nostrils. ]
There probably isn't anything good on television anyway. [ why are you bringing this up again we all know you want to bang him.... ]
[Sakamoto revels in any display of shyness from his friend, although it doesn't show in his face just yet. Even the way Zura's voice breaks is satisfying, how he forgets to say the right thing when he should.
The feeling of Zura's sweaty palms against his neck ignites something inside of him, moreso than for any average person, as touch means something different for a man who is limited to starving himself with politeness. He can only take what he wants when there are bills to pay, although there's a debt of sorts here too.
Although he lets the other kiss him once, the next time the dark-haired samurai bends over, he'll feel a calloused finger on his lips. Any other night, any time before, he would have played along.
"Yeah, it's real late. They're probably just playin' dirty stuff anyway."
But there's something he wants, and he will have it.]
Why're ya beatin' around the bush like that? I don't like it.
[Bullshit. He loves being pushed around.]
If ya want me, tell it to me straight.
I'm not gonna settle fer sloppy seconds with you.
[He grabs Zura's shoulder and tugs him, this time more roughly than he ever has before, because that's the way he enjoys it. In a firm voice, he whispers in the other's ear.]
[ The interruption throws him off guard for a moment, all to eager to bestow of a barrage of open mouthed kisses on his lover, but then he's talking. Isn't Zura usually the more chatty one in bed because he's fussing about everything?
He doesn't seem to mind the roughness as he doesn't scold Tatsuma for it. He takes in his words, listening carefully before slowly pulling his posture back up where he's sitting straight up.
His eyelids fall halfway open, looking unimpressed. ]
[He bursts into a fit of laughter, propping himself up on his elbows before pressing his forehead against whatever part of Zura's body he touches. That might tickle, actually, because he moves his head this way and that as he attempts to compose himself, nuzzling the other in the process.
Sakamoto inhales sharply before speaking, although he's smiling now.]
So you wanna **** me?
[He toys with a Zura's obi and tugs it undone, letting his lips press against what he can feel of the most prominent scar on Zura's body.]
**** is straight forward. Isn't that what you want? [ He sounds fussed, now. No, he doesn't really like using that word in a setting like this, but Sakamoto is the one who isn't liking him "beating around the bush" so to say. It's characteristic for him for him to be rebellious when pushed and encouraged to— so he's going to be crass about it.
Though, now he is just embarrassed again, because Sakamoto is calling him out on something else again. Katsura huffs, turning his head away as he allows Sakamoto to kiss along his torso, fingers gripping in hair.
He mumbles, sounding defeated: ]
I'm allowed to use whatever words I please. [ He thought if he said this any other way he'd get teased for it. You know, "ah, I'd like to engage in intercourse with you / I'd like to be intimate with you / I would like to sleep with you." ]
[His voice goes quiet and soft here, as he sheepishly worms his way closer to the others torso, hiding his face because he feels a little ashamed of himself, surprisingly.
What should he have expected? Something like-]
I thought you'd say somethin' different.
[Apologetically, he pushes the fabric of Zura's yukata to the side, because he's curious to see the evidence of what he felt pressed against his back earlier.]
I was bein' silly, I guess~! I'm sorry. How do you-
["How do you want it?"
His voice is still gentle, even though it breaks.]
[ Look, he's flustered, Sakamoto. He doesn't regularly (or ever?) ask for something like this. He doesn't know how to exactly go about it! It's awkward for him to be open about but it's too much for him to just ignore it.
Zura allows the fabric to be pushed back and he puffs some air through his nostrils, tipping his head down to burrow it in the crook of Sakamoto's neck. His wandering hands press over Sakamoto's body before he speaks hotly against his lover's skin: ]
[As he feels Zura's lips on his skin, spelling out the words as they're being spoken, Sakamoto winces as the dull ache in the pit of his stomach only worsens. Maybe it's unhealthy to want someone this much, but he'll keep that aspect of it to himself.
He wants very badly for this to become a regular thing.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto's fingers cradle the back of Zura's head with utmost care, drifting through the locks as though he's handling something very delicate. The merchant wonders, briefly, if the things he can't voice in words are easier to show with his body.]
I wanna be with you too.
[He wraps an arm around the other, pulling him into an intense embrace, as if Sakamoto is afraid he'll lose him.]
[ Zura makes a slight sound when he is embraced so tightly (honestly, it's just putting more pressure on his erection) but it did startle him slightly. He very much appreciates the positive attention put on his hair, however. His hands fall close together right in the center of Sakamoto's chest, feeling his heartbeat just slightly to the side of his fingertips.
Sakamoto's words are sweet, but Katsura gives him a less sweet response: ]
You're good to let me rest and admire my cuteness. [ apparently this can only happen when Zura wants it? What a princess. ]
[Sakamoto keeps his hold on Zura while rolling over so that they are both on their sides, chuckling because he knows that most men don't react well to being described with such silly adjectives, though they both appreciate it.
The other hand slides down the rip in the center of Zura's midline, before toying with the fabric of old-fashioned undergarments. He cups what he can feel of the other's balls before tickling them through the cloth, then slipping fingers underneath to touch hot skin.
Sakamoto needs to do this, to ensure that this is real and not a silly fantasy, not something he'll be disappointed about when he wakes up.]
If you're ever feelin' up to this kinda thing, again...
Wake me up. I'd rather you use me than just yer hands.
[ Down, down he goes, falling with Sakamoto and wrapping his arms around him while doing so. His breath hitches at being touched and— feeling the tickling sensation.. he actually enjoys it. It's a soft enough touch to cause him to twitch, though a small bit of laughter erupts in his throat too.
As much as he does like light, teasing touches such as this, he's got something else entirely in mind. Zura's hand shifts down, fingers curving around his wrist carefully before he brings that very hand to his lips.
He wants that hand other places. Very quietly, since it's embarrassing, he says this: ]
—I'd rather have you than anything else to satisfy me. You don't need to worry. [ He kisses those very fingers, though his mouth linger over Sakamoto's knuckles, not showing any signs of moving them anytime soon. ]
[Sakamoto waits for the kissing to stop and arches his wrist so that his thumb grazes over Zura's lower lip, teasing it open as the gears of his tired mind turn slowly.
Zura's never had anyone to sate his selfish desires this way, has he?
Even if there are other people he's wanted this kind of treatment from.]
I don't know what kinda competition I've got~!
[He teases, sounding excited and even though he's speaking at a volume far lower than his usual.]
[ A treasure. He's never been a treasure for anyone before; he never thought he could be anything like that after being pushed aside— the sentence is enough to get his heart to stop for a brief moment. Sakamoto can probably tell by the way he merely gawks at Sakamoto he's in a bit of disbelief at those words.
He wants to cry as his heart flips. But can't muster any tears right now.
Not when Sakamoto is prying his lips open and all he wants to do is feel those fingers inside of him. That's all he's been wanting from the start, but these tender words just make his chest twist, a sensation flooding through his body and settling between his legs.
He peppers more kisses along Sakamoto's hand with more vigor and excitement— opened mouth kisses that cover his entire hand; his knuckles and his fingers. Before Katsura knows it, he's kissing the inside of his palm, the edge of his tongue flicking between his fingers.
Katsura hesitates for a moment before slipping his lips around two of Sakamoto's digits wordlessly.
[There's tenderness in the way Sakamoto looks at the other man, affectionate and gentle. To be fair, he's stared at Zura this way even years before, but it's always been when the noble samurai's back was turned. Sakamoto didn't need to hide his feelings for the others, not with the way they barely ever noticed, too swept up in their own daily squabbles.
He's reminded of the way Zura's lips took him sweetly and carefully before, and he can feel the thing between his legs stick to the sheets, an inconvenient and unpleasant thing. Slowly, he leans in to whisper in Zura's ear as he relishes the wetness around his fingers, voice indulgent and quiet.]
You're into shitty guys, aren't ya?
I guess I'm no different.
[Sakamoto kisses Zura's cheek, still loving, but there's an ounce of pity in the way he does it too.]
I'm shit, but I'll pay attention to ya. I say a lotta dumb things.
[ Why? Why does he want to talk right now? It's distracting! Especially when Katsura is trying to do something he doesn't normally do. His tongue leaves the very end of Sakamoto's fingers as he catches himself a breath. With a hot pant against Sakamoto's hand in annoyance, Katsura's brows pin together and he uses his other hand to completely cover Sakamoto's mouth. His hand squeezes slightly over Sakamoto's lips, dark eyes looking tense. ]
Hush. You're doing it now— saying dumb things. I don't want to hear that now— I want to hear something else, like your rapid breath. Talk to me sweetly another time.
[ He'll simmer, cautiously removing his hand. If Sakamoto makes another peep, though, the hand is going right back over those lips. ]
[Sakamoto likes to talk, and the bedroom is no exception.
He knows it should be different, however.
He knows he shouldn't need words. And so immediately, as soon as Zura pulls his hand away, Sakamoto leans in to take something that shouldn't have been his but is anyway, stealing a kiss that is tender but more desperate than gentle. He tears away as roughly as he began, unsure of why Zura's words have had this kind of effect on him.]
I dunno if you'll like me.
[Uttered honestly.]
When I'm not sweet.
[He's had the urge to be a little more adventurous, but Zura trusts him, and isn't into anything too out of the ordinary (save for a few marks, here and there). While the noble samurai favors being ready, Sakamoto is all about being undone. There's something invigorating about the unknown, and perhaps that's why Sakamoto's dedicated his life to exploring it.]
[ The kiss is appreciated, a delighted hum vibrating behind his teeth as his fingers grasp tightly behind Sakamoto's hair. It happens far too quick for Katsura's liking, and he chases after Sakamoto's lips as he pulls back away from Zura. Since he's leaning in so close, he practically collapses right against Sakamoto's chest, looking up at him with eyes that appeared starved, a steady blush etched over his face. He feels so hot— so warm— against his partner's body, and Sakamoto probably notices it right away. ]
I always like you.
[ There may be times he disagrees with Sakamoto; there may be times Sakamoto drives him crazy, but he doesn't dislike Sakamoto. He never has. He always had admiration for him; he always treasured their friendship.
His breath is hushed, just above a whisper: ]
Tatsuma.. — [ Katsura starts, planting kisses with his tongue along Sakamoto's collarbone. ]
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He kind of turned himself on by lingering on the thought in such dirty detail.
And, he knew that Sakamoto was asleep, but he still couldn't bring himself to touch himself and keep it secret, so he tried to ignore it.. and count sheep.
Which just didn't do any good— even with their dramatic endings. Somehow, counting sheep made him hotter. Somehow.
What do you do when something like this happens? Zura thinks he probably would rather wake Sakamoto and get it on other than jerk off and risk Sakamoto catching him in the act. Surely rousing him from his sleep for something like this would be a ... treat for him?
Zura thinks so. Everyone should want to fuck him. (His logic.)
So, he shifts very slowly, scooting up right against Sakamoto back, meshing against him in a perfect spoon. One arm drapes over his broad shoulder, fingertips wandering and wandering until they find his pectoral, squeezing it gingerly. His head buries into Sakamoto's neck from embarrassment, but it doesn't take him long to bestow several kisses there.
If that doesn't wake him up, he'll continue to allow his fingers to explore. ]
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Zura's hands do venture farther and farther down, until they grab hold of one very sensitive thing in particular. This does appear to wake him up, and in a hoarse, tired voice, he utters:]
Z-zura!
That's not the remote.
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At Sakamoto's words, Katsura can only say: ]
I am [ pump ] just trying to [ pump ] turn it on.
[ turn what on .... the television or your boyfriend.. ]
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[Oh.
His lips part from surprise at first. Sakamoto knows that despite Zura's disciplinary manner, he is far from sexless, although he has considerably more restraint than the merchant himself. This is a source of worry for Sakamoto, because he knows that his bedtime manner is a little uncouth, and that he enjoys a wider variety of intimate acts than his friend might. There's a spark but he wants a fire, even though sometimes his attempts to feed the flames aren't that successful.
He opens his mouth again, this time to say something, but can't get any words out. Instead, he manages something between a cry and whine, timid but eager. Awkwardly, his elbow juts backwards because he doesn't know what to do with his hands just yet, though he'll figure it out soon enough.]
Turn what on?
[Groggy, groggy, he's still groggy...
Until he feels whats pressed against his backside. Is Zura hard? Was Zura having impolite thoughts about him?
That and the motion of wanton hands against his own slowly hardening cock makes him feel a feverish sort of nervousness. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows, and the words that follow are whispered:]
Me?
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and horny-ness, I guess. ]
Hah. I guess this remote must be out of batteries. I cannot sleep, I suppose I will have to do something else instead of watch television..
[ Katsura, please stop hiding behind that miscommunication. Sakamoto knows what you're doing by now!! ]
Oh, but you can't sleep either?
[ NOT WITH YOUR HAND TOUCHING HIM LIKE THAT.
But before Sakamoto can answer, he mutters against his ear, sounding eager: ]
Shall we partake in a recreational activity to put us to sleep? Ah.. exercise together?
[ To top it all off, he kisses Sakamoto's ear, idly holding it between his lips afterwards. ]
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Zura's breath is hot against the skin of his ear, reminding him that there is a baser element to their intimacy. Sakamoto does want to be an essential part of Zura's life, to the point where he's craved as much as food or water.]
You wanna do it?
[Zura may be using euphemisms, but Sakamoto is straight to the point.
Reluctantly, he talks hold of the hand stroking him from base to tip and pushes it away, rolling over to meet Zura face to face. They lock eyes for a moment, and it looks as though Sakamoto is searching for something in the other's gaze.]
Yer crazy.
[Not said in refusal, just disbelief.]
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Though, his mouth is dry and all he can do is flick his gaze down to Sakamoto lips as they move. ]
It's not crazy, it's Zura.
[ Oh. ]
Ah, Katsura.
[ What Sakamoto may find in Zura's gaze is something hungry and desperate. He's actually the one to make the move mext, his palm cradling the slope of Sakamoto's neck to the round of his shoulder where he pushes him on his back against the mattress and crawls on top of him, straddling him snug with his legs on either side of Sakamoto's rib cage.
He moves gently, leaning down to kiss him and breathe slowly through his nostrils. ]
There probably isn't anything good on television anyway.
[ why are you bringing this up again we all know you want to bang him.... ]
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The feeling of Zura's sweaty palms against his neck ignites something inside of him, moreso than for any average person, as touch means something different for a man who is limited to starving himself with politeness. He can only take what he wants when there are bills to pay, although there's a debt of sorts here too.
Although he lets the other kiss him once, the next time the dark-haired samurai bends over, he'll feel a calloused finger on his lips. Any other night, any time before, he would have played along.
"Yeah, it's real late. They're probably just playin' dirty stuff anyway."
But there's something he wants, and he will have it.]
Why're ya beatin' around the bush like that? I don't like it.
[Bullshit. He loves being pushed around.]
If ya want me, tell it to me straight.
I'm not gonna settle fer sloppy seconds with you.
[He grabs Zura's shoulder and tugs him, this time more roughly than he ever has before, because that's the way he enjoys it. In a firm voice, he whispers in the other's ear.]
I'm gunnin' for first place.
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He doesn't seem to mind the roughness as he doesn't scold Tatsuma for it.
He takes in his words, listening carefully before slowly pulling his posture back up where he's sitting straight up.
His eyelids fall halfway open, looking unimpressed. ]
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1/2
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Sakamoto inhales sharply before speaking, although he's smiling now.]
So you wanna **** me?
[He toys with a Zura's obi and tugs it undone, letting his lips press against what he can feel of the most prominent scar on Zura's body.]
I didn't think you'd use words like that.
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[ He sounds fussed, now.
No, he doesn't really like using that word in a setting like this, but Sakamoto is the one who isn't liking him "beating around the bush" so to say. It's characteristic for him for him to be rebellious when pushed and encouraged to— so he's going to be crass about it.
Though, now he is just embarrassed again, because Sakamoto is calling him out on something else again. Katsura huffs, turning his head away as he allows Sakamoto to kiss along his torso, fingers gripping in hair.
He mumbles, sounding defeated: ]
I'm allowed to use whatever words I please.
[ He thought if he said this any other way he'd get teased for it. You know, "ah, I'd like to engage in intercourse with you / I'd like to be intimate with you / I would like to sleep with you." ]
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[His voice goes quiet and soft here, as he sheepishly worms his way closer to the others torso, hiding his face because he feels a little ashamed of himself, surprisingly.
What should he have expected? Something like-]
I thought you'd say somethin' different.
[Apologetically, he pushes the fabric of Zura's yukata to the side, because he's curious to see the evidence of what he felt pressed against his back earlier.]
I was bein' silly, I guess~! I'm sorry. How do you-
["How do you want it?"
His voice is still gentle, even though it breaks.]
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Zura allows the fabric to be pushed back and he puffs some air through his nostrils, tipping his head down to burrow it in the crook of Sakamoto's neck. His wandering hands press over Sakamoto's body before he speaks hotly against his lover's skin: ]
I want you inside of me.
[ That's how he wants it. ]
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He wants very badly for this to become a regular thing.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto's fingers cradle the back of Zura's head with utmost care, drifting through the locks as though he's handling something very delicate. The merchant wonders, briefly, if the things he can't voice in words are easier to show with his body.]
I wanna be with you too.
[He wraps an arm around the other, pulling him into an intense embrace, as if Sakamoto is afraid he'll lose him.]
This happens a lot to me too, Zura. I just-
[A brief laugh.]
I just think you look real cute when you sleep.
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[ Zura makes a slight sound when he is embraced so tightly (honestly, it's just putting more pressure on his erection) but it did startle him slightly. He very much appreciates the positive attention put on his hair, however. His hands fall close together right in the center of Sakamoto's chest, feeling his heartbeat just slightly to the side of his fingertips.
Sakamoto's words are sweet, but Katsura gives him a less sweet response: ]
You're good to let me rest and admire my cuteness.
[ apparently this can only happen when Zura wants it?
What a princess. ]
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The other hand slides down the rip in the center of Zura's midline, before toying with the fabric of old-fashioned undergarments. He cups what he can feel of the other's balls before tickling them through the cloth, then slipping fingers underneath to touch hot skin.
Sakamoto needs to do this, to ensure that this is real and not a silly fantasy, not something he'll be disappointed about when he wakes up.]
If you're ever feelin' up to this kinda thing, again...
Wake me up. I'd rather you use me than just yer hands.
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As much as he does like light, teasing touches such as this, he's got something else entirely in mind.
Zura's hand shifts down, fingers curving around his wrist carefully before he brings that very hand to his lips.
He wants that hand other places.
Very quietly, since it's embarrassing, he says this: ]
—I'd rather have you than anything else to satisfy me.
You don't need to worry.
[ He kisses those very fingers, though his mouth linger over Sakamoto's knuckles, not showing any signs of moving them anytime soon. ]
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[Sakamoto waits for the kissing to stop and arches his wrist so that his thumb grazes over Zura's lower lip, teasing it open as the gears of his tired mind turn slowly.
Zura's never had anyone to sate his selfish desires this way, has he?
Even if there are other people he's wanted this kind of treatment from.]
I don't know what kinda competition I've got~!
[He teases, sounding excited and even though he's speaking at a volume far lower than his usual.]
All I know is that I treasure you, Zura.
You're my treasure.
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He wants to cry as his heart flips.
But can't muster any tears right now.
Not when Sakamoto is prying his lips open and all he wants to do is feel those fingers inside of him. That's all he's been wanting from the start, but these tender words just make his chest twist, a sensation flooding through his body and settling between his legs.
He peppers more kisses along Sakamoto's hand with more vigor and excitement— opened mouth kisses that cover his entire hand; his knuckles and his fingers.
Before Katsura knows it, he's kissing the inside of his palm, the edge of his tongue flicking between his fingers.
Katsura hesitates for a moment before slipping his lips around two of Sakamoto's digits wordlessly.
He'll get back to you on that treasure part. ]
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He's reminded of the way Zura's lips took him sweetly and carefully before, and he can feel the thing between his legs stick to the sheets, an inconvenient and unpleasant thing. Slowly, he leans in to whisper in Zura's ear as he relishes the wetness around his fingers, voice indulgent and quiet.]
You're into shitty guys, aren't ya?
I guess I'm no different.
[Sakamoto kisses Zura's cheek, still loving, but there's an ounce of pity in the way he does it too.]
I'm shit, but I'll pay attention to ya. I say a lotta dumb things.
[He laughs, concealing whatever disgusting sound he'd utter otherwise-]
But I mean it when I say you're special, y'know?
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With a hot pant against Sakamoto's hand in annoyance, Katsura's brows pin together and he uses his other hand to completely cover Sakamoto's mouth. His hand squeezes slightly over Sakamoto's lips, dark eyes looking tense. ]
Hush. You're doing it now— saying dumb things.
I don't want to hear that now— I want to hear something else, like your rapid breath.
Talk to me sweetly another time.
[ He'll simmer, cautiously removing his hand.
If Sakamoto makes another peep, though, the hand is going right back over those lips. ]
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He knows it should be different, however.
He knows he shouldn't need words. And so immediately, as soon as Zura pulls his hand away, Sakamoto leans in to take something that shouldn't have been his but is anyway, stealing a kiss that is tender but more desperate than gentle. He tears away as roughly as he began, unsure of why Zura's words have had this kind of effect on him.]
I dunno if you'll like me.
[Uttered honestly.]
When I'm not sweet.
[He's had the urge to be a little more adventurous, but Zura trusts him, and isn't into anything too out of the ordinary (save for a few marks, here and there). While the noble samurai favors being ready, Sakamoto is all about being undone. There's something invigorating about the unknown, and perhaps that's why Sakamoto's dedicated his life to exploring it.]
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He feels so hot— so warm— against his partner's body, and Sakamoto probably notices it right away. ]
I always like you.
[ There may be times he disagrees with Sakamoto; there may be times Sakamoto drives him crazy, but he doesn't dislike Sakamoto. He never has. He always had admiration for him; he always treasured their friendship.
His breath is hushed, just above a whisper: ]
Tatsuma.. —
[ Katsura starts, planting kisses with his tongue along Sakamoto's collarbone. ]
I need your body and I want your soul.
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