[ Pot, kettle. You were so distracting before with your icyhot mouth on his throat he can't recall even now what they had been talking about. Not that he's complaining, mind you.

But that question makes Allen smile, a small little quirk of one that curves his mouth. He brushes some of Shouto's hair back and out of his face; expression softens at feeling the numb sort of chill tingle where he'd kissed him before. ]

That's what I've been trying to say. [ It's a softer, a low whisper. Just watching him as he continues to comb his fingers through his hair lovingly while laying against him in such a content manner. It bares the bloodstone cuff on his ear in the process, and runs his finger lightly along it as his eyes rest on the starburst pattern there.

Even putting aside what he had been embarrassed about before... ]

Maybe especially because I like being able to feel even closer to you because of it, too.