[Oh, this is why Takatora is doomed, and why he keeps letting Basco back into his home and into his bed, he remembers now.
That face, eyes closed, looking peaceful and blissful and beautiful. Takatora is weak to that. To a beautiful boy, or man, relaxed and content beneath his touch, knowing they're adored.
Takatora lets the pads of his thumbs slide down over Basco's cheeks to allow him his sight back if he wishes, following the contour of his nose briefly before reaching Basco's lips and tracing the rise and fall of those, too.]
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That face, eyes closed, looking peaceful and blissful and beautiful. Takatora is weak to that. To a beautiful boy, or man, relaxed and content beneath his touch, knowing they're adored.
Takatora lets the pads of his thumbs slide down over Basco's cheeks to allow him his sight back if he wishes, following the contour of his nose briefly before reaching Basco's lips and tracing the rise and fall of those, too.]