[ --did? Did he just, a soft little nip like that, the curve of lips pressed against his own that feels like a smile... was that playfulness?
His heart squeezes in his chest with such a crushing sort of joy at that it leaves Allen more breathless than the kiss. Makes the corners of his eyes dampen even while closed with a prick of tears, too overwhelmed by emotion, and he wraps his arms around him so tight like he outright needs to. Pours it back into the kiss, with the band of bloodstone on his ear humming with a swell of warmth he doesn't even notice.
It takes him a moment to get his breath when finally they pull back, and a few more to let his blood start to cool. ]
Haha.. [ The comment on the state of his hair, also loosened from its ponytail and mussed now, gets a small laugh from Allen. He smiles more softly when Shouto kisses his cheek, eyes warm, and exhales quietly with a harder to read but accepting expression as he traces his scar up. He cranes his head to lean into it ever so slightly, fingers tightening into his shirt.
In response he his hands drop to settle at his hips where the apron is tied, and his heels leave the floor as he leans up to kiss first just to the side of his eye, then the edge of his brow. Heart still thumping in his chest harder than it should, but his movements are gentle and loving as he lingers. ]
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His heart squeezes in his chest with such a crushing sort of joy at that it leaves Allen more breathless than the kiss. Makes the corners of his eyes dampen even while closed with a prick of tears, too overwhelmed by emotion, and he wraps his arms around him so tight like he outright needs to. Pours it back into the kiss, with the band of bloodstone on his ear humming with a swell of warmth he doesn't even notice.
It takes him a moment to get his breath when finally they pull back, and a few more to let his blood start to cool. ]
Haha.. [ The comment on the state of his hair, also loosened from its ponytail and mussed now, gets a small laugh from Allen. He smiles more softly when Shouto kisses his cheek, eyes warm, and exhales quietly with a harder to read but accepting expression as he traces his scar up. He cranes his head to lean into it ever so slightly, fingers tightening into his shirt.
In response he his hands drop to settle at his hips where the apron is tied, and his heels leave the floor as he leans up to kiss first just to the side of his eye, then the edge of his brow. Heart still thumping in his chest harder than it should, but his movements are gentle and loving as he lingers. ]
So do you now I think. [ It was on his hands. ]