[Kazuya give small hum of acknowledgement to his words, letting his warmth seep into him, and enjoying the closeness himself in turn.]
You might come to enjoy carrying them, you know.
[It's a big ask, but it also doesn't stop him from trailing a hand around to Basil's stomach, where his brood lay ever so safely nestled inside him. Just a small touch, a gentle reminder.]
I promise you won't be hurt by it.
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