Summary: Tao invading Takeo's space because he felt like it wasn't anything new.
Contains Takeo/Tao
Set…I dunno, somewhere after season two
Touch
By Dark Ice Dragon
Tao invading Takeo's space because he felt like it wasn't anything new. Tao using him as a chair wasn't that new either, and Takeo just opened his arms, setting the book he'd been reading down on his bed, allowing Tao to lean back on him.
Sighing, Takeo wrapped his arms around Tao's torso, resting his hands on his stomach, burying his face into Tao's neck.
"Hm?" Tao said, tilting his head up, giving Takeo more access.
"Nothing," he murmured, soaking up the other man's warmth. "I just felt like doing this."
Tao chuckled, and Takeo could feel it rumbling in his own chest. "Hey, if you wanted more hugs, all you had to do was ask." Tao curled his fingers around Takeo's, intertwining them.
Takeo's lips curled up into a smile. "Mm, and if I wanted to hug you?"
"Well, that's okay too."
Sooo, I just…really felt like writing a gratuitous hugging/touching fic?