[Even if this isn't the first time Yukimura's seen the scar, Masamune is no less impressed and mystified by his lack of revulsion even when such a sight is sprung on him without warning. If Yukimura's heart can truly hold the love to make up for every soul who won't accept this wretched weakness, this humanity hidden beneath dragon scales, then his capacity for it must be without limit.
The kiss is so gentle on his flesh but powerful enough to send a tremor down his spine, enough to make him feel like he's falling, or perhaps flying. Tonight he really has laid himself completely bare for Yukimura; from his scar to his honest words to the very blood that runs through him. What a concept. He wonders if he somehow had a few more cups of sake without even realizing it.
But he doesn't regret this. Never will. He tightens his hold around Yukimura's shoulders and assaults his cheek and chin and lips with a flurry of kisses, and then tumbles backwards to pull him down with him. Fuck, he's in love. He loves his rival so damn much he could run to the balcony's edge and scream it to the whole town.
-But he doesn't, because that would ruin his image.
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The kiss is so gentle on his flesh but powerful enough to send a tremor down his spine, enough to make him feel like he's falling, or perhaps flying. Tonight he really has laid himself completely bare for Yukimura; from his scar to his honest words to the very blood that runs through him. What a concept. He wonders if he somehow had a few more cups of sake without even realizing it.
But he doesn't regret this. Never will. He tightens his hold around Yukimura's shoulders and assaults his cheek and chin and lips with a flurry of kisses, and then tumbles backwards to pull him down with him. Fuck, he's in love. He loves his rival so damn much he could run to the balcony's edge and scream it to the whole town.
-But he doesn't, because that would ruin his image.
This cute side is all for Yukimura.]