[ 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.
[ Sakamoto's words do, in fact, ease Katsura's flustered behavior. Ugh. How disgusting he was acting earlier but.. he feels satisfied and happy. Sakamoto seems to feel the same, so he shouldn't let something like that get in the way of his happiness. His muscles relax and his fingers slide off of his hot face that was still kissed with sweat, finally rolling his head to look over at Sakamoto. ]
Really..? Ah.. you enjoy seeing me like this? It isn't.. weak to you? [ Zura wore his heart on his sleeve, it's true, but that fighting spirit inside of him was clashed with his free spirited emotions sometimes. ]
Am I not too much for you? [ looks like he is airing out some insecurities, too. ]
[Tired as he might be, Sakamoto still finds the strength to smile. He presses his nose affectionate into Katsura's dark hair, laughing softly into it.]
I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
A—Ah, I know you don't care— forget I mentioned it. [ Katsura is concerned about it, though. He doesn't like to appear weak in any kind of regard. Hearing Sakamoto's jovial laugh, softer and not quite loud right next to him makes him smile warmly and even chuckle himself.
They both sound so happy.
At that notion, Katsura shifts so that he's looking down at Sakamoto, head dipping down to kiss him. He pulls back just slightly, his eyelashes still touching his lover's face. ]
I like being taken care of by you, Tatsuma— [ oh, there he goes again.. ]
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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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His muscles relax and his fingers slide off of his hot face that was still kissed with sweat, finally rolling his head to look over at Sakamoto. ]
Really..?
Ah.. you enjoy seeing me like this? It isn't.. weak to you?
[ Zura wore his heart on his sleeve, it's true, but that fighting spirit inside of him was clashed with his free spirited emotions sometimes. ]
Am I not too much for you?
[ looks like he is airing out some insecurities, too. ]
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I do.
D'ya think I care about that?
[Weakness, and strength.
Admittedly, he enjoys when his lovers are putty in his hands, soft to the touch.]
Nah. Yer alrght.
I like spoilin' ya.
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[ Katsura is concerned about it, though. He doesn't like to appear weak in any kind of regard. Hearing Sakamoto's jovial laugh, softer and not quite loud right next to him makes him smile warmly and even chuckle himself.
They both sound so happy.
At that notion, Katsura shifts so that he's looking down at Sakamoto, head dipping down to kiss him. He pulls back just slightly, his eyelashes still touching his lover's face. ]
I like being taken care of by you, Tatsuma—
[ oh, there he goes again.. ]