[ There's no jacket, he removes his long uniform coat along with his gloves and boots first thing when he gets home. His waistcoat and formal but sleeveless shirt are both button-up however, and as Shouto works methodically to undo his waistcoat and Allen wonders if he should help him or not, if he should help him out of his own jacket as well but finding the angle not good for it (except perhaps to remove his backplate if he hadn't yet? which Allen would softly chastise him for keeping on during dinner if that's something he does), his expression flickers suddenly in watching him. A pang of recognition hitting him.
Quietly undressing him, a heavy but gentle kind of intimacy thick between them-- It's like when he first brought him home with him almost exactly a year ago, helping him remove his clothes to bathe when his legs wouldn't work after dying. It's a different kind of intimate feeling now, but one that still hammers the memory home vividly and stirs butterflies in his stomach again. One button, two, three--
(Bringing him home...)
He leans in to kiss the crown of Shouto's head as it's bowed in focus, holding it for a poignant and sweet moment, before doing it again -- and then again. A gentle cascade of kisses wherever he can reach along his head and shoulders in the same methodic, calm tempo that he's unbuttoning his clothes with that are followed by light, appreciative touches.
There's no good angle at Shouto's jacket without making him stop, and right now what Allen wants is to encourage him so that will have to wait. He'll just continue to hold and kiss him in the meantime. ]
Chest? [ Soft and breathy by his ear, it sounds half guess and half request. A little anticipatory. ]
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Quietly undressing him, a heavy but gentle kind of intimacy thick between them-- It's like when he first brought him home with him almost exactly a year ago, helping him remove his clothes to bathe when his legs wouldn't work after dying. It's a different kind of intimate feeling now, but one that still hammers the memory home vividly and stirs butterflies in his stomach again. One button, two, three--
(Bringing him home...)
He leans in to kiss the crown of Shouto's head as it's bowed in focus, holding it for a poignant and sweet moment, before doing it again -- and then again. A gentle cascade of kisses wherever he can reach along his head and shoulders in the same methodic, calm tempo that he's unbuttoning his clothes with that are followed by light, appreciative touches.
There's no good angle at Shouto's jacket without making him stop, and right now what Allen wants is to encourage him so that will have to wait. He'll just continue to hold and kiss him in the meantime. ]
Chest? [ Soft and breathy by his ear, it sounds half guess and half request. A little anticipatory. ]