[THEY SURE ARE. At least when it's someone else's hands on his already flushed skin. Especially Yukimura's. They both get to learn this at the same time as Masamune takes a sharp breath and makes a small, strained sound in the back of his throat. Like he's embarrassed by the possibility of hearing himself. It would be even more embarrassing if a waiter heard it or finally decided to show up, but somehow that thought doesn't deter him at all.
One hand settles atop the one over his shirt (holding Sanada Yukimura's hand! Not at all like he pictured it! ...N-not that he has pictured it or anything!!) while the other darts down to fumble with his pants and try to finish what Yukimura started. With less destruction, maybe. He manages to get half his ass exposed, at least. ]
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One hand settles atop the one over his shirt
(holding Sanada Yukimura's hand! Not at all like he pictured it! ...N-not that he has pictured it or anything!!)
while the other darts down to fumble with his pants and try to finish what Yukimura started. With less destruction, maybe. He manages to get half his ass exposed, at least. ]