[ Years of training have prepared him to take a punch to the gut and get back up, but he's woefully unprepared for feather-light kisses that almost feel like a twisted training session that leaves him eager for a second round even before it's done. He doesn't know what's worse, Allen's mouth, hot and wet, or his hair sliding like a tortuous tease. He keeps himself still for that reason, but Allen's movements do more than enough damage on their own. ]
Allen.
[ He's resorted to breathing through his mouth, shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath. If he'd had more experience he'd handle it better, but there's never been anyone else but Allen. ]
You're - [ a breath ] - very good at this.
Do you. [ He's staring at the ceiling, neck stretched up, trying to keep himself cool. ] Want to continue. Or do you--
[ His stomach muscles contract under the attention of his mouth, and he exhales audibly, keeping himself in check. ]
--want to switch?
[ He finishes breathlessly, not sure if he wants him to stop. ]
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Allen.
[ He's resorted to breathing through his mouth, shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath. If he'd had more experience he'd handle it better, but there's never been anyone else but Allen. ]
You're - [ a breath ] - very good at this.
Do you. [ He's staring at the ceiling, neck stretched up, trying to keep himself cool. ] Want to continue. Or do you--
[ His stomach muscles contract under the attention of his mouth, and he exhales audibly, keeping himself in check. ]
--want to switch?
[ He finishes breathlessly, not sure if he wants him to stop. ]