[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. ]
[He's never seen himself through someone else's eyes before, not like this.
Sakamoto finally feels as though he's something worth looking at, and the thought makes his lashes flutter and his cheeks light up, especially with the help of Zura's wanton tongue making its way over a very sensitive part of his body.
He gazes helplessly onward. It's as though a hand has forced its way through his chest, merciless as grubby fingers clutch a still beating heart and squeeze with every ounce of force they've got. Breathing is difficult- And he loves it.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto's hand travels further down, grabbing a cheek and giving it a firm slap, feeling his way around in the dark.]
You're one greedy bastard.
[As he's talking, he presses one a still wet finger inside, pushing to a certain depth and curling against whatever flesh he can touch.]
Those things are real precious, y'know? And since you're stealin' 'em from me-
[ Katsura practically squeaks when he feels himself popped on the butt— and usually such a bold move might make him react different then it does right now. Instead, a slight whine is heard behind his teeth as he peers up at Sakamoto. Any sort of attention right there was good right now (but maybe not all of the time— the fussy little shit.) He's holding onto him tightly, right at his hipbones, as if he were nervous he was going to lose him.
His lips part to retort, but finally he feels that single digit slip through his entrance and he responds by shifting his hips, trying to feel Sakamoto some more. He starts panting against Sakamoto's body, burying his face along the crook of his neck. Some kisses are placed here, but he's manly scraping his teeth along his partner's skin. ]
[He watches the other like a teenage boy would a dirty video, eager and curious, but also afraid.
Sakamoto has done similar things with women before, different hole same idea, but no matter how beautiful their eyelashes were or how closely he watched their lips move, he could never be sure that any of it was real. This is real and very warm, but painful all the same.
Somewhere deep down, the starry-eyed space traveler knows he's never been wanted like this.]
Two, and then what? Three?
[He does as he's told, proceeding slowly and gently, entering and gasping himself when he feels the warmth of Zura's erection on his bare skin. Being told what to do is for the best, he thinks.
Otherwise he'd be stuck again. Softly, and without judgment:]
Sounds like you've got this all figured out.
[Is this a fantasy Zura has, when he pleases himself on his own time?
[ It hurts, hurts hurts for a moment, especially since Sakamoto is just using saliva for lubricant, but his fingers are pressing into areas he was wanting for awhile now and... yes, that. That's good. You just keep doing that for a little while more, Sakamoto. Katsura really doesn't mean to, but his teeth are clasped right in between Sakamoto's shoulder and neck, noisily whining while doing so. It's definitely a side of Zura that had never really been seen before from anyone, really.
When Katsura pulls back slightly to get a gander at his lover, small, beady tears prick the edges of his eyes. ]
T—Three— hah- .. yes. Then I want you. Please, it needs to be more wet.
[ There's a beat then he remarks, as if offended: ] Of course I have it figured— hn— out. Don't be a fool.
[His lips part but he holds his tongue because he's never heard a sound quite like that from the noble warrior before. It suddenly occurs to him that what's going on between them is very private. What a strange sensation, as if his nerves have all been rubbed raw but he still yearns to scratch at them, knowing full well that it will hurt later.
Sakamoto's eyes are wet too, but for a different reason entirely. There's so many peculiar feelings welled up inside of him, mostly good, though overwhelming. He's an optimist, goddamnit, he's believed in so many impossible things for so long...
He has to believe in this too.
That it will work out.]
Sorry, I'm sorry-
[He presses several kisses to Zura's head, at the same time struggling to open his dresser drawer and fish out the lube container.]
I don't wanna hurt ya.
[Sakamoto inhales sharply.
It's real, it's real, it's real, this is fine.
He's happy, so happy! But that's the problem. That's why this is all so hard.]
[ Sakamoto may be going on a big emotional trip as Katsura seems to be unraveling before him. He had no sense of tact or guard, where as he always tried to appear noble and reserved. He didn't care about that right now— he just wanted to be satisfied. His body was warm, lit up like a fire, and he couldn't even bother to keep all of his gasps and breaths suppressed. He didn't care.
Katsura follows after Sakamoto as his partner leans backwards and away slightly to get the lubricant out, making a slight.. whine? A pitiful sound just because Sakamoto moved away a few inches. What a needy little brat.
He's thinking ahead, though. ]
You're going to sit and I'm going to make love with you once I'm ready. [ The tone of his voice makes it sound like Sakamoto doesn't have a choice. He really doesn't at this rate, in all honesty. ]
Sakamoto is trying very hard to concentrate, despite the lumps in his throat. He dips three fingers into the jelly-like substance while sniffling again and again, doing his best to compose himself before they get close again. This should all be very sexy, an extreme turn-on, the way that Zura is practically mad with a desire to be spoiled in the most intimate of ways, but there's something else that's getting in the way.
The notion that this isn't real, somehow. He's had many dreams like this before, with different people doing the same thing, being coy and needy in his lap when in reality he's the one pining.]
Okay.
[How pathetic.
He turns back to the other, wrapping one arm around him and drawing the man right into his lap, so close that there's hardly any room to move but this is just how Sakamoto likes it. Seizing another kiss is something he wants to do, but his cheeks are wet and there's nothing attractive about feeling that right about now.
Sakamoto watches, nervously, as he presses three fingers inside the other, not pushing too hard for fear that he'll break or ruin something.]
[ Zura is aware of Sakamoto's emotions, but brings no attention to it. It's not because he isn't interested, it's just he really wants him right now. Zura also can relate— he has a feeling his response would be similar if Sakamoto ever acted like this towards him— overwhelmed with emotion.
He appreciates Sakamoto being careful, but it takes Katsura no time to press his ass backwards, choking on a loud gasp. His heart is pounding wildly, and all he can think about is feeling Sakamoto inside of him, warm and hot and satisfying him.
It almost feels like a dream for him, too. They've had sex before, but Katsura is certain he's never felt this powerful feeling of desire for anybody. In a dry voice, he purrs against Sakamoto's cheek and ear: ]
Tatsuma, please— there is nothing— hah— to worry about. Just make me feel good. [ He pulls back, giving Sakamoto a slight smile. Comforting. ]
[He feels it again, that distinct gravitational pull, the same one from their first night together that inevitably led to their mouths and legs and bodies crashing together. Sakamoto can partake, guiltlessly, in Zura's shameless display of want, and even though there's pain in his chest the other's noises and enthusiasm quiet his worries to a mere whisper.
As he strokes himself with lubricant, the merchant turns a deeper shade of red, realizing how much more stiff he's gotten in the past few minutes alone, knowing somewhere deep down that Zura has probably never had anyone lavish him with such undivided attention.
Pressing his nose against the other's hair and ear, he feigns confidence.]
I know.
[It's practically a growl, followed by laughter that remains in his throat. He'd just move forward right now if he wasn't one to be cautious and considerate, but he has to clarify, just to keep the other from feeling dirtied:]
I wanna really feel you, tonight.
[Sakamoto knows that, personally, he prefers not to cover to up.]
[ At first, Katsura makes a very slight face, his nose wrinkling slightly. Not because of what Sakamoto was asking, actually, but mainly the thought that Sakamoto was willing enough to ask. Honestly, what a fussy thing.
He's having a difficult time communicating with Sakamoto because his fingers keep brushing against a sensitive area inside of him that is causing him to do nothing more but gasp for air— forget even try to speak. Zura shifts himself up on his knees to remove himself from Sakamoto's touch, feeling his fingers ease out of the ring of muscles around his entrance. His hands hold onto Sakamoto's shoulder and his hair as he pants, beginning to position himself over Sakamoto's prick. ]
—It's fine. I just want you.
[ Just you. He manages to say, reaching down to grab a hold of his partner's cock and ease himself down on Sakamoto carefully. ]
For the first time they really connected- Skin to skin. Not the smartest or the best of ideas, but since when has that ever stopped Sakamoto from doing something stupid, from falling head first into something that just feels right?
He lies across from the other now, smiling, though everything hurts. Hard, he tried too hard, and he will pay for it- But it was wonderful.]
[ Katsura usually would care, but he's just happy that he feels completely satisfied. A few moments of pleasure still pulsate through his body, his eyes still rolled back behind his lids. He's catching his breath, trying his hardest not to just pant even if it's difficult.
He covers his face with both of his hands to hide his expression when Sakamoto puts attention on him. It's a rare feeling for him to not to want attention on him, but right now, he's certain Sakamoto probably saw him glowing. He probably paid attention to him being so aroused a few minutes ago, too— oh man, he was probably really noisy as well and it's just— ah, it's too much. A warrior shouldn't act this way.
Flustered, he burrows his face into Sakamoto's shoulder, unable to speak. ]
Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
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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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Sakamoto finally feels as though he's something worth looking at, and the thought makes his lashes flutter and his cheeks light up, especially with the help of Zura's wanton tongue making its way over a very sensitive part of his body.
He gazes helplessly onward. It's as though a hand has forced its way through his chest, merciless as grubby fingers clutch a still beating heart and squeeze with every ounce of force they've got. Breathing is difficult- And he loves it.]
Yeah?
[Sakamoto's hand travels further down, grabbing a cheek and giving it a firm slap, feeling his way around in the dark.]
You're one greedy bastard.
[As he's talking, he presses one a still wet finger inside, pushing to a certain depth and curling against whatever flesh he can touch.]
Those things are real precious, y'know? And since you're stealin' 'em from me-
[He goes deeper.]
Ya better make it worth my while.
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He's holding onto him tightly, right at his hipbones, as if he were nervous he was going to lose him.
His lips part to retort, but finally he feels that single digit slip through his entrance and he responds by shifting his hips, trying to feel Sakamoto some more. He starts panting against Sakamoto's body, burying his face along the crook of his neck. Some kisses are placed here, but he's manly scraping his teeth along his partner's skin. ]
T—Two.. you can use two..
[ oh well okay then.. ]
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Sakamoto has done similar things with women before, different hole same idea, but no matter how beautiful their eyelashes were or how closely he watched their lips move, he could never be sure that any of it was real. This is real and very warm, but painful all the same.
Somewhere deep down, the starry-eyed space traveler knows he's never been wanted like this.]
Two, and then what? Three?
[He does as he's told, proceeding slowly and gently, entering and gasping himself when he feels the warmth of Zura's erection on his bare skin. Being told what to do is for the best, he thinks.
Otherwise he'd be stuck again. Softly, and without judgment:]
Sounds like you've got this all figured out.
[Is this a fantasy Zura has, when he pleases himself on his own time?
Maybe he shouldn't get his hopes up.]
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Katsura really doesn't mean to, but his teeth are clasped right in between Sakamoto's shoulder and neck, noisily whining while doing so. It's definitely a side of Zura that had never really been seen before from anyone, really.
When Katsura pulls back slightly to get a gander at his lover, small, beady tears prick the edges of his eyes. ]
T—Three— hah- .. yes. Then I want you.
Please, it needs to be more wet.
[ There's a beat then he remarks, as if offended: ]
Of course I have it figured— hn— out. Don't be a fool.
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Sakamoto's eyes are wet too, but for a different reason entirely. There's so many peculiar feelings welled up inside of him, mostly good, though overwhelming. He's an optimist, goddamnit, he's believed in so many impossible things for so long...
He has to believe in this too.
That it will work out.]
Sorry, I'm sorry-
[He presses several kisses to Zura's head, at the same time struggling to open his dresser drawer and fish out the lube container.]
I don't wanna hurt ya.
[Sakamoto inhales sharply.
It's real, it's real, it's real, this is fine.
He's happy, so happy! But that's the problem. That's why this is all so hard.]
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Katsura follows after Sakamoto as his partner leans backwards and away slightly to get the lubricant out, making a slight.. whine? A pitiful sound just because Sakamoto moved away a few inches. What a needy little brat.
He's thinking ahead, though. ]
You're going to sit and I'm going to make love with you once I'm ready.
[ The tone of his voice makes it sound like Sakamoto doesn't have a choice.
He really doesn't at this rate, in all honesty. ]
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Sakamoto is trying very hard to concentrate, despite the lumps in his throat. He dips three fingers into the jelly-like substance while sniffling again and again, doing his best to compose himself before they get close again. This should all be very sexy, an extreme turn-on, the way that Zura is practically mad with a desire to be spoiled in the most intimate of ways, but there's something else that's getting in the way.
The notion that this isn't real, somehow. He's had many dreams like this before, with different people doing the same thing, being coy and needy in his lap when in reality he's the one pining.]
Okay.
[How pathetic.
He turns back to the other, wrapping one arm around him and drawing the man right into his lap, so close that there's hardly any room to move but this is just how Sakamoto likes it. Seizing another kiss is something he wants to do, but his cheeks are wet and there's nothing attractive about feeling that right about now.
Sakamoto watches, nervously, as he presses three fingers inside the other, not pushing too hard for fear that he'll break or ruin something.]
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He appreciates Sakamoto being careful, but it takes Katsura no time to press his ass backwards, choking on a loud gasp. His heart is pounding wildly, and all he can think about is feeling Sakamoto inside of him, warm and hot and satisfying him.
It almost feels like a dream for him, too. They've had sex before, but Katsura is certain he's never felt this powerful feeling of desire for anybody. In a dry voice, he purrs against Sakamoto's cheek and ear: ]
Tatsuma, please— there is nothing— hah— to worry about.
Just make me feel good.
[ He pulls back, giving Sakamoto a slight smile. Comforting. ]
I know you can.
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As he strokes himself with lubricant, the merchant turns a deeper shade of red, realizing how much more stiff he's gotten in the past few minutes alone, knowing somewhere deep down that Zura has probably never had anyone lavish him with such undivided attention.
Pressing his nose against the other's hair and ear, he feigns confidence.]
I know.
[It's practically a growl, followed by laughter that remains in his throat. He'd just move forward right now if he wasn't one to be cautious and considerate, but he has to clarify, just to keep the other from feeling dirtied:]
I wanna really feel you, tonight.
[Sakamoto knows that, personally, he prefers not to cover to up.]
Is that okay?
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He's having a difficult time communicating with Sakamoto because his fingers keep brushing against a sensitive area inside of him that is causing him to do nothing more but gasp for air— forget even try to speak. Zura shifts himself up on his knees to remove himself from Sakamoto's touch, feeling his fingers ease out of the ring of muscles around his entrance. His hands hold onto Sakamoto's shoulder and his hair as he pants, beginning to position himself over Sakamoto's prick. ]
—It's fine.
I just want you.
[ Just you.
He manages to say, reaching down to grab a hold of his partner's cock and ease himself down on Sakamoto carefully. ]
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Uttered honestly. Selfishly even, perhaps.
For the first time they really connected- Skin to skin. Not the smartest or the best of ideas, but since when has that ever stopped Sakamoto from doing something stupid, from falling head first into something that just feels right?
He lies across from the other now, smiling, though everything hurts. Hard, he tried too hard, and he will pay for it- But it was wonderful.]
Whoaaaaa~! Lookit you.
You're so cute. ♥
[Happy.
Happier than Sakamoto has ever seen him.
Does Katsura know? What it's like to be happy?
Sakamoto doesn't. Not like this.]
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He covers his face with both of his hands to hide his expression when Sakamoto puts attention on him. It's a rare feeling for him to not to want attention on him, but right now, he's certain Sakamoto probably saw him glowing. He probably paid attention to him being so aroused a few minutes ago, too— oh man, he was probably really noisy as well and it's just— ah, it's too much. A warrior shouldn't act this way.
Flustered, he burrows his face into Sakamoto's shoulder, unable to speak. ]
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Sakamoto is so tender at this moment, raw and vulnerable and soft, that any poking or prodding would pierce through the crumbling walls around his heart.]
There's nothin' ta be ashamed of.
[Doubt is a funny thing, poisonous, for a man this determined and this committed to moving forward. He quells whatever it is, that rising unpleasantness in his chest, or at least he tries to...
Although he fails. Is Katsura ashamed of being with him? Embarrassed? Stupid questions, all stupid and untrue.
Supposedly.]
It's not wrong, you know? To be! Ah.
[Sakamoto gestures vaguely with one hand.]
Like this.
[Not privately, at least.]
Nobody else can see ya. It's just me.
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