[ There's a pause there as he takes that in; learning something new about him will always take him a moment to catalog. He nods and lets the full weight of him settle on his lower thighs, shifting a little to make them both a little more comfortable.
He takes a moment to appreciate the angle, the spread of silver strands. His chest, naked to his eyes for what feels like the first time. He lets himself appreciate the view taking in the lines of him in a way he never felt like he could before. Once he's taking his fill, he starts with his throat.
He enjoys the feel of his pulse, breath, and every shallow swallow that shifts underneath him. He lingers long enough for his mouth to cool and drifts right. His cold lips brush against his collar, placing a kiss there. He sucks lightly on the thin skin so as not to bruise it, and waits long enough to warm him up again.
Little by little, kiss by kiss, Shouto makes his way down his shoulder, kissing about one inch apart across his collar and up his shoulder, counting five in total before moving to his left. This time, he starts from the corner of his shoulder and works his way in. ]
Does it feel different? [ He asks, between kisses. He keeps his head down, mouth on him. Hot now, but quickly cooling down. ] Between your right and your left?
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He takes a moment to appreciate the angle, the spread of silver strands. His chest, naked to his eyes for what feels like the first time. He lets himself appreciate the view taking in the lines of him in a way he never felt like he could before. Once he's taking his fill, he starts with his throat.
He enjoys the feel of his pulse, breath, and every shallow swallow that shifts underneath him. He lingers long enough for his mouth to cool and drifts right. His cold lips brush against his collar, placing a kiss there. He sucks lightly on the thin skin so as not to bruise it, and waits long enough to warm him up again.
Little by little, kiss by kiss, Shouto makes his way down his shoulder, kissing about one inch apart across his collar and up his shoulder, counting five in total before moving to his left. This time, he starts from the corner of his shoulder and works his way in. ]
Does it feel different? [ He asks, between kisses. He keeps his head down, mouth on him. Hot now, but quickly cooling down. ] Between your right and your left?
[ Scar and no scar? ]