[Lips brush skin - incidental - grazing the surface as a subtle oral fixation works itself out. Takasugi doesn't notice how his bottom lip curls, or how he tilts his head just-so to settle further into the curve of the man's structure.
He's simply comfortable, the honesty in return a sweet overture.
Not one he knows how to carry on, but it ensures the warmth between them remains pleasant, instead of stifling.
His scalp prickling from the gentle touch, a rare sensation, Takasugi arches his back to not so gently headbutt his accuser. Shut up and go back to petting him.] I wouldn't ever try to make something up to you.
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He's simply comfortable, the honesty in return a sweet overture.
Not one he knows how to carry on, but it ensures the warmth between them remains pleasant, instead of stifling.
His scalp prickling from the gentle touch, a rare sensation, Takasugi arches his back to not so gently headbutt his accuser. Shut up and go back to petting him.] I wouldn't ever try to make something up to you.
[Cooed, like some sort of lover's affirmation.]