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Katsura's hands were soft and supple, like the petals of a cherry blossom lying on face.
Gintoki's hands were rough and calloused, like the bark of the cherry blossom tree.
The wind was salty and warm, the earth, soft and wet, and katsura’s lips were cold and rigid.
Gintoki moved his hands delicately, feeling every inch of Katsura.
His skin felt just how it looked, velvet smooth, like a rose petal between his fingers.
He felt him shiver and tightened his hold, wrapping his arms around his twaist.
The great samurai was always sure of himself, he was always prepared and knew exactly what to do then Katsura comes by and makes him feel like a teenager again.
Like a bum with no job that he is.
It's just one of these things that came naturally to the childhood best friend of his heart.
He gently pulled him closer and leaned in for a kiss.
His lips were salty and warm, but he made his head spin like wine.
He handed him the keys to his emotions and he swam through them like it’s nothing.
He gripped his shoulders as he stroked his tongue.
Katsura's hands were digging deeper into his robe, making him gasp every time he pulls the long haired samurai even closer.
Katsura shivered in his arms, feeling how his hands clutched at him and how they worked on his belt.
His hair was soft on his shoulder, tickling the skin on his neck.
When Katsura laughed, Gintoki tensed.
He feared that the only thing between his heart and Katsura's lips are the tools of war.
Gintoki heard Katsura's body hit the ground.
He heard him gasp, then sigh, then his eyes slowly and gently closed.
The moon shined bright in the sky, the stars twinkled.
Gintoki knew that his heart was silent, like death, it also made no sound.
"You're very beautiful." Katsura whispered into Gintoki's ear
Gintoki nodded, his eyes clouded with tears.
He curled his fingers around Katsura's, and they found themselves holding hands.
"You're very beautiful too." Gintoki whispered back.