[ The trail of slow kisses has his heart palpitating, working overtime to mix two extremes running rampant inside him. It's a challenge to catch his breath. He finds himself clenching and unclenching his fingers without imparting a spike of heat or ice.
He stays in control.
Draws back enough to let his fingers, skim across his cheek, and tilts his head back enough to peer down at Allen to confirm his answer with his own eyes. The awareness of handling someone precious within his grasp grounds him enough to even out his temperature.
Yes.
A simple nod is all the confirmation he gives him. Hyperaware of his actions, he leans down at a slow and even pace, capturing his mouth. Softly at first, in a familiar and cordial manner before pressing closer, deepening the kiss. The heat and chill have yet to dissipate from his mouth and as he licks his bottom lip the extremes of his quirk are ever present, not enough to hurt him but enough to give anyone a second thought. ]
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He stays in control.
Draws back enough to let his fingers, skim across his cheek, and tilts his head back enough to peer down at Allen to confirm his answer with his own eyes. The awareness of handling someone precious within his grasp grounds him enough to even out his temperature.
Yes.
A simple nod is all the confirmation he gives him. Hyperaware of his actions, he leans down at a slow and even pace, capturing his mouth. Softly at first, in a familiar and cordial manner before pressing closer, deepening the kiss. The heat and chill have yet to dissipate from his mouth and as he licks his bottom lip the extremes of his quirk are ever present, not enough to hurt him but enough to give anyone a second thought. ]