[Takatora's fists tighten into the bedsheets. He doesn't want to look away, but at the same time it's such an obscene sight and he shouldn't take pleasure from that; it feels wrong to.
And yet the guilty twist in his stomach... That's something he's used to, something that almost always comes twinned with his desires. It only makes everything hotter and harder to deny. The temperature in the room seems to be rising.]
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And yet the guilty twist in his stomach... That's something he's used to, something that almost always comes twinned with his desires. It only makes everything hotter and harder to deny. The temperature in the room seems to be rising.]
Ah! Basco...