[ Too much? Now, he's very curious about what he means to do. A feeling that's amplified when he's nudged back a bit forcing him to set one hand down on the reading nook to keep himself upright at this angle. He really needs to expand this area to fit two comfortably, not that Allen is taking up any more space than him sitting on his lap. ]
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[ The thought quickens his blood the more he thinks about it, or maybe it's the combination of silken hair sliding down his chest or the lips against his chest. He heats up as Allen makes his way down, his lips soft and light like a feather. It makes his heart fill with affection and he wants to kiss him until their both breathless.
He does a good job of keeping still, not completely, but enough to keep Allen from stopping until he feels a wet tongue on his nipple and the contrast against the heat of his mouth has him jerking lightly. Another small gasp escapes him and he looks down at the top of Allen's head, his hair hiding his ministration but Shouto can feel them all the way to his toes. His stomach muscles contract as Allen continues to test his control. ]
It's not-- [ He gulps, skin flushed. ] It's not too much, yet.
[ He tells him, even if a cool mist escapes his mouth, and his fingers dig into the mattress. ]
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[ The thought quickens his blood the more he thinks about it, or maybe it's the combination of silken hair sliding down his chest or the lips against his chest. He heats up as Allen makes his way down, his lips soft and light like a feather. It makes his heart fill with affection and he wants to kiss him until their both breathless.
He does a good job of keeping still, not completely, but enough to keep Allen from stopping until he feels a wet tongue on his nipple and the contrast against the heat of his mouth has him jerking lightly. Another small gasp escapes him and he looks down at the top of Allen's head, his hair hiding his ministration but Shouto can feel them all the way to his toes. His stomach muscles contract as Allen continues to test his control. ]
It's not-- [ He gulps, skin flushed. ] It's not too much, yet.
[ He tells him, even if a cool mist escapes his mouth, and his fingers dig into the mattress. ]