[ The first time anyone offered that to Allen, too. Lenalee saying she hoped and believed the Order was like a home to them all was different; dear that it was, it's not the same thing. Mana had no home to offer but the offer to stay by his side was "home" enough for Allen, "home" in all the senses that mattered, but... "Allen" was not the Allen that Mana saw, and he only went with him, only decided to continue living for that reason, out of sense of obligation to give what little happiness he could to the man he had broken in order to make amends.
Shouto's always been different.
So he lifts his head to oblige him, his breath catching the moment his lips seal against his throat. Allen's fingers tighten slightly into mixed strands of red and white at that, encouraging, as he exhales a little shakily. Oh. He might like it even better like this. ]
With lemon? [ It's a soft murmur, a small and breathless request as he shifts slightly around him. ]
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Shouto's always been different.
So he lifts his head to oblige him, his breath catching the moment his lips seal against his throat. Allen's fingers tighten slightly into mixed strands of red and white at that, encouraging, as he exhales a little shakily. Oh. He might like it even better like this. ]
With lemon? [ It's a soft murmur, a small and breathless request as he shifts slightly around him. ]