[ There's fire in his blood and ice in his veins. His heart works overtime to keep him level-headed. He's spent the last few months trying to keep his kisses proper and his quirk in check, but no amount of meditation will ever hold up against the sound Allen makes when he gets swept up along with him. His stomach clenches, and he knows exactly why he failed so miserably at keeping himself in check.
His mouth lands on his naked shoulder, sucking lightly on the textured skin of his scar, as his heart rate comes down enough to let him speak. ]
I want to lay you down and kiss you.
[ He licks the skin, adding a bit of heat into the mix. ]
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makes when he gets swept up along with him. His stomach clenches, and he knows exactly why he failed so miserably at keeping himself in check.
His mouth lands on his naked shoulder, sucking lightly on the textured skin of his scar, as his heart rate comes down enough to let him speak. ]
I want to lay you down and kiss you.
[ He licks the skin, adding a bit of heat into the mix. ]
Not properly.