[ The sweet attention to each part of him makes his throat tighten with emotion at first, always so chronically starved for affection that he has been his entire life that it hits so hard sometimes to receive it, and he tips his face to lean ever so slightly up into it when he feels Shouto kiss his eyes and nose. Like a flower following the sun. Appreciating the gentle and delicate sentiment and the lulling warmth coming off him.
He exhales quietly (a little shakily) when his mouth skims down along his jaw though. And he runs his other hand up his back to slowly trace along his spine when he kisses his neck, instinctively leaning back to give him more room. Nuzzling lightly at his ear as he does so to speak into it, voice too low and soft to really be a complaint. ]
Not that mu— [ ! ] O-oh...
[ It's a soft and breathy sound that escapes unbidden when he finds his collar, breath hitching, and he grips tighter at his clothes for a moment. Presses closer though. ]
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He exhales quietly (a little shakily) when his mouth skims down along his jaw though. And he runs his other hand up his back to slowly trace along his spine when he kisses his neck, instinctively leaning back to give him more room. Nuzzling lightly at his ear as he does so to speak into it, voice too low and soft to really be a complaint. ]
Not that mu— [ ! ] O-oh...
[ It's a soft and breathy sound that escapes unbidden when he finds his collar, breath hitching, and he grips tighter at his clothes for a moment. Presses closer though. ]