I know, baby boy. [ Nishitani does, because its the same with his scars. He gets them worked over, but they stay, all the same. With Izo's permission, Nishitani's hands ghost up from his wrists, to his bicep. His fingers keep away from the deep marks, but he leans up, pulls Izo's arm closer, and kisses the raised, dark lines deeply. His eyes close, his tongue wet, and with the show of trust, Nishitani is uncharacteristically gentle. ]
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