That gasp, the way he buckles under him -- it makes Allen's heart squeeze and utterly derails any other thought he had, gone with any sort of hesitation. A thin but strong scarlet arm wraps securely around Shouto's waist as an anchor and Allen presses closer too, chest flush with his stomach as he rolls his tongue against the bead of texture that has his fascination.
You're incredible.
He lifts his head to check on him when he speaks though, a quick look through his disorganized fluff of bangs. It makes him bite his lip a little, finding something so... raw about it, so beautiful and intimate as he struggles to maintain control, and feel a little overwhelmed. Wondering how it's possible that it makes him love him even more, and makes his heart feel so full that he feels like he might cry.
He drops his head again, taking his nipple back into his mouth to suckle on it very lightly. ]
Mm... [ You're doing really well. It's a soft affirmative hum, calm, not needing or having the ability for more words than that right now. Exploring him less experimentally and tasting with tongue and mouth more thoroughly in an even, loving pace. No hurry. Letting him try to get used to it for another moment or two, slowing down if he starts to squirm, pressing closer when he gasps, before he releases him again and shifts.
Not to sit back up though, but to press another kiss low on his sternum. Calmly and tenderly, like whispering another promise against his skin, before he bends a little lower and begins to kiss along the edge of his abdominals. ]
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That gasp, the way he buckles under him -- it makes Allen's heart squeeze and utterly derails any other thought he had, gone with any sort of hesitation. A thin but strong scarlet arm wraps securely around Shouto's waist as an anchor and Allen presses closer too, chest flush with his stomach as he rolls his tongue against the bead of texture that has his fascination.
You're incredible.
He lifts his head to check on him when he speaks though, a quick look through his disorganized fluff of bangs. It makes him bite his lip a little, finding something so... raw about it, so beautiful and intimate as he struggles to maintain control, and feel a little overwhelmed. Wondering how it's possible that it makes him love him even more, and makes his heart feel so full that he feels like he might cry.
He drops his head again, taking his nipple back into his mouth to suckle on it very lightly. ]
Mm... [ You're doing really well. It's a soft affirmative hum, calm, not needing or having the ability for more words than that right now. Exploring him less experimentally and tasting with tongue and mouth more thoroughly in an even, loving pace. No hurry. Letting him try to get used to it for another moment or two, slowing down if he starts to squirm, pressing closer when he gasps, before he releases him again and shifts.
Not to sit back up though, but to press another kiss low on his sternum. Calmly and tenderly, like whispering another promise against his skin, before he bends a little lower and begins to kiss along the edge of his abdominals. ]