by Makishef


Duo's favorite thing about Heero is not his rare, rich laugh or the flash of his blue eyes or his lean, tanned torso or the scars that litter it and label Heero imperfect and therefore human; rather, he finds himself enamored with the space between Heero's brows and the way it wrinkles when Heero is either thinking deeply or just about to climax.

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