[ Hot and cold, hot and cold. Allen hesitates and almost stops with a final kiss to his throat because of how Shouto's temperature had fluctuated before and he seemed overwhelmed, but blinks has his breath catch when he says that. More.
I want that with you.
Oh. ]
Shouto...
[ It isn't what Allen had meant, he doesn't think? But that doesn't matter and he says it in a sudden shaky exhale, breath warm against his skin, as he drops his hands and wraps his arms around Shouto tight instead. So desperately, like he needs to. Drops his head to kiss to his shoulder where it meets his neck too, fingers splayed along shoulder blades. Waiting for a long moment and holding that kiss sweetly as he lets his own racing heart and sudden spike of nervousness down, and becoming very aware of their surroundings. The forgotten breakfast-lunch he isn't even hungry for somehow, the thin and slightly cool winter air even inside-- and Shouto. Solid and fluctuating hot and cold. Grounding and the only part that feels real.
He shudders lightly, even if he isn't cold, and buries his face against his neck then. Floured apron pressed up against his still somewhat eggy one. ]
Do... [ He tries to keep from fidgeting, or his thoughts to skip around too much, and nuzzles against his neck a little instead. Preses a small kiss at the hollow along his collarbone that's barely visible. ] ...you want me to keep kissing you?
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I want that with you.
Oh. ]
Shouto...
[ It isn't what Allen had meant, he doesn't think? But that doesn't matter and he says it in a sudden shaky exhale, breath warm against his skin, as he drops his hands and wraps his arms around Shouto tight instead. So desperately, like he needs to. Drops his head to kiss to his shoulder where it meets his neck too, fingers splayed along shoulder blades. Waiting for a long moment and holding that kiss sweetly as he lets his own racing heart and sudden spike of nervousness down, and becoming very aware of their surroundings. The forgotten breakfast-lunch he isn't even hungry for somehow, the thin and slightly cool winter air even inside-- and Shouto. Solid and fluctuating hot and cold. Grounding and the only part that feels real.
He shudders lightly, even if he isn't cold, and buries his face against his neck then. Floured apron pressed up against his still somewhat eggy one. ]
Do... [ He tries to keep from fidgeting, or his thoughts to skip around too much, and nuzzles against his neck a little instead. Preses a small kiss at the hollow along his collarbone that's barely visible. ] ...you want me to keep kissing you?