[ Nestled back against the now-rumpled bedding of the reading nook, there's a softly fluttered kind of sigh that escapes him the moment he feels Shouto's lips on his throat. Like the at last of another piece clicking into place, of the rightness of it, and Allen wraps his arms around his head as he stretches his neck back to give him room, chin tipped towards the ceiling.
This makes the world feel whole too, another balm that helps heal his heart. And he smiles softly to the ceiling. ]
I get to do the same to you later. [ He whispers it as a gentle kind of promise as he lays under him, relaxed, fingers carding lovingly through his hair as those lips start mapping out a now-familiar track down his neck.
That's his boundary; the rest is trust, and in wanting to find their boundaries together in their inexperience. With you, I keep realizing I want to push mine. Grow. It feels like a good thing then, not bad. The excitement about learning new things about themselves together. ]
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This makes the world feel whole too, another balm that helps heal his heart. And he smiles softly to the ceiling. ]
I get to do the same to you later. [ He whispers it as a gentle kind of promise as he lays under him, relaxed, fingers carding lovingly through his hair as those lips start mapping out a now-familiar track down his neck.
That's his boundary; the rest is trust, and in wanting to find their boundaries together in their inexperience. With you, I keep realizing I want to push mine. Grow. It feels like a good thing then, not bad. The excitement about learning new things about themselves together. ]