[ He takes that invitation, burying his face against the curve of Basch's throat. The beads click together softly in his hair, the braids shifting with his movement. It feels strange, but he likes it. If only because it was something from Basch. A visible reminder.
Arms wrapping around his lover, he just presses close, soaking up that solid warmth and smiling against his throat. The panic is gone as quickly as it had come, the briefest flicker, easily banished. Far easier than it ever had been before. Basch seemed to have that effect. ]
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Arms wrapping around his lover, he just presses close, soaking up that solid warmth and smiling against his throat. The panic is gone as quickly as it had come, the briefest flicker, easily banished. Far easier than it ever had been before. Basch seemed to have that effect. ]
You make it easier to feel brave.