[ The sound he pulls from Allen derails his thoughts entirely. He swallows thickly trying to make sense of his scattering feelings that are more sensation than thought. Allen recovers first, removing his jacket before capturing his mouth which kickstarts his mind. The contrast between his human and armored hand is a welcomed assault on his senses. Easily overwhelmed by his emotions, Shouto takes a few breaks between kisses to catch his breath and ground himself. He consciously cools himself. Too much and he'll start breathing frost. Too little and waves of heat pour out. In combat, it didn't matter if ice crept up his cheek and the heat only kept his enemies at bay. It's a unique experience he's only shared with Allen.
The whispers have become part of the dance, and Shouto answers with a kiss. Free of his jacket, he settles his hands back on his waist and follows in Allen's footsteps, letting his hands skim up his sides, and back down again, touching every inch of skin he can manage. It's an experience of its own, soft flat skin versus the ridges of scarring that take up almost half his torso, split in half by design with less precision than him.
Allen explores the planes of his skin with more delicacy than Shouto. Soft human fingers skim over him. It's nice and blends into the background of their languid kisses that sometimes break for Allen to explore his jaw and Shouto the back of his ear, nosing into the volume of hair that feels luxurious against his shoulder. The only thing that drags him out of his exploration is the unexpected drag of marble fingers across the hard muscle of his chest. In the back of his mind, he's aware of what Allen is doing, so it comes as no surprise when he drags those unarmored fingerpads across his nipple. What is surprising is the spike of heat that makes his shoulders jolt, and his mouth goes slack.
He forgets to breathe for a second, his burning chest reminding him to exhale a moment later. His breath comes out heavy and cold, drifting into the crook of Allen's neck, while Shouto consciously cools himself down to control a surging heat. ]
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The whispers have become part of the dance, and Shouto answers with a kiss. Free of his jacket, he settles his hands back on his waist and follows in Allen's footsteps, letting his hands skim up his sides, and back down again, touching every inch of skin he can manage. It's an experience of its own, soft flat skin versus the ridges of scarring that take up almost half his torso, split in half by design with less precision than him.
Allen explores the planes of his skin with more delicacy than Shouto. Soft human fingers skim over him. It's nice and blends into the background of their languid kisses that sometimes break for Allen to explore his jaw and Shouto the back of his ear, nosing into the volume of hair that feels luxurious against his shoulder. The only thing that drags him out of his exploration is the unexpected drag of marble fingers across the hard muscle of his chest. In the back of his mind, he's aware of what Allen is doing, so it comes as no surprise when he drags those unarmored fingerpads across his nipple. What is surprising is the spike of heat that makes his shoulders jolt, and his mouth goes slack.
He forgets to breathe for a second, his burning chest reminding him to exhale a moment later. His breath comes out heavy and cold, drifting into the crook of Allen's neck, while Shouto consciously cools himself down to control a surging heat. ]
That... was different.