[ How naive and modern to think he dresses in anything that comes off as easily as just slipping over his head, Shouto-- he wears a waistcoat and a tie, so the shirt is formal white and a button-up too. Even if it is sleeveless... it's his own custom design for preferring formality but needing the use of his arms in a fight without risking ripping things. Don't look at him like that, ripping things is expensive.
If he tries to lift that over his head Allen will laugh softly, probably get stuck, and show him the buttons. There are only a handful at least and he helps, kissing the top of Shouto's head as he works and shrugging it off with his aid more easily than he had with the vest. Enjoying themselves in even such a simple thing that at first it doesn't even hit him that he's shirtless in his lap now, not until Shouto lays his hand on his shoulder.
He blinks then, expression becoming both gentle and a little transfixed, and watches as he starts to explore. Breath hitching lightly from time to time as he traces one of the spidering scars that bleed off from the cut through his torso, his stomach quivering when he reaches it as he jitters under the attention and sucks it in, but his attention is squarely on Shouto. On watching his face as he follows the line of the scar down, and being utterly enchanted by the small smile that graces it. It pulls him in entirely, finding it so baffling and so amazing. Making something intimate so utterly beautiful.
What are you thinking?
It isn't the first time he's looked down to see Shouto face to face with his scars, and it left a funny feeling in his stomach even then. There were the times he helped him undress after he had died as well. When Allen had clung to him, naked, after washing back ashore. But... the atmosphere was so heavy then, and there were so many other loaded things that had just happened. Scars and the baring of them, even one like this, barely registered. There's another angry-looking scar on his stomach as well, like someone had punched a hole through him and some sort of infection had spread across a large swath of his stomach from it, and it too goes straight through to his back.
It's also exactly where the feathers had been when they had been trapped in the dream reality of Allen's world, where Crown Clown had manifested from and attacked Shouto when it thought he was killing him.
Even if most of the nerves where he's scarred are still deadened, it's all he can do to hold himself in check though, to not jolt this time or shake at the sometimes ticklish route his hand takes, or the way he wants to squirm when he moves down his abdomen and towards his belt. He does a little--squirm with his breath stuttering in a slight pant, and his self-consciousness spikes when the other keeps looking down at his belt to the point where his nerves are almost frayed enough to interrupt--but Shouto speaking is like permission for Allen to move finally, and his hands are a little shaky as he brings them up to cup his face again. Touches his jaw and face lovingly in a series of amazed, featherlight touches as he looks at him like it's the first time, like he's absolutely beautiful and Allen's mesmerized, and his thumb runs over his lip. His voice is soft, but he almost stumbles over the words. ]
no subject
If he tries to lift that over his head Allen will laugh softly, probably get stuck, and show him the buttons. There are only a handful at least and he helps, kissing the top of Shouto's head as he works and shrugging it off with his aid more easily than he had with the vest. Enjoying themselves in even such a simple thing that at first it doesn't even hit him that he's shirtless in his lap now, not until Shouto lays his hand on his shoulder.
He blinks then, expression becoming both gentle and a little transfixed, and watches as he starts to explore. Breath hitching lightly from time to time as he traces one of the spidering scars that bleed off from the cut through his torso, his stomach quivering when he reaches it as he jitters under the attention and sucks it in, but his attention is squarely on Shouto. On watching his face as he follows the line of the scar down, and being utterly enchanted by the small smile that graces it. It pulls him in entirely, finding it so baffling and so amazing. Making something intimate so utterly beautiful.
What are you thinking?
It isn't the first time he's looked down to see Shouto face to face with his scars, and it left a funny feeling in his stomach even then. There were the times he helped him undress after he had died as well. When Allen had clung to him, naked, after washing back ashore. But... the atmosphere was so heavy then, and there were so many other loaded things that had just happened. Scars and the baring of them, even one like this, barely registered. There's another angry-looking scar on his stomach as well, like someone had punched a hole through him and some sort of infection had spread across a large swath of his stomach from it, and it too goes straight through to his back.
It's also exactly where the feathers had been when they had been trapped in the dream reality of Allen's world, where Crown Clown had manifested from and attacked Shouto when it thought he was killing him.
Even if most of the nerves where he's scarred are still deadened, it's all he can do to hold himself in check though, to not jolt this time or shake at the sometimes ticklish route his hand takes, or the way he wants to squirm when he moves down his abdomen and towards his belt. He does a little--squirm with his breath stuttering in a slight pant, and his self-consciousness spikes when the other keeps looking down at his belt to the point where his nerves are almost frayed enough to interrupt--but Shouto speaking is like permission for Allen to move finally, and his hands are a little shaky as he brings them up to cup his face again. Touches his jaw and face lovingly in a series of amazed, featherlight touches as he looks at him like it's the first time, like he's absolutely beautiful and Allen's mesmerized, and his thumb runs over his lip. His voice is soft, but he almost stumbles over the words. ]
You can touch me more if you want to.