[ Whenever he stops to look at him like that, taking in the whole of him with such a gentle intensity, it catches Allen so completely offguard. Looking at him like he's beautiful. So much so that he can only stare in in wonder in return, and finds the sentiment as enchanting as the realization he can stare back and appreciate gently too.
He wasn't exaggerating when he said he was going to kiss him until there was no skin left to kiss, something Allen should have realized the literalness of, and he shifts under him with soft audible breaths at the slow thoroughness of it. He grips his knee lightly with his left hand at one point, finding anchor there, and shivers lightly whenever he chills the skin.
It's the warming back up he likes best though, sliding that hand appreciatively partway up his leg when he does and sighing gently, his other hand digging through his hair. Not as caught offguard by the stimulation now, and able to enjoy them in a different way. One that has his pulse heating up again in a slower burn this time. ]
I can't feel as much on the right... [ Where the scar is. He murmurs it gently, half-focused and guard entirely nonexistent, like not wanting to disturb the air between them. ] But where I can feel it it's nice.
[ His lips part in a soft 'ah' as Shouto finds a point on the edge of the scar on his shoulder, a relaxed and pleasurable sound, intimate and quiet between them, and his fingers scrape lightly against his scalp in a gentle massage in sync with the gentle sucking sensation of his mouth. ]
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He wasn't exaggerating when he said he was going to kiss him until there was no skin left to kiss, something Allen should have realized the literalness of, and he shifts under him with soft audible breaths at the slow thoroughness of it. He grips his knee lightly with his left hand at one point, finding anchor there, and shivers lightly whenever he chills the skin.
It's the warming back up he likes best though, sliding that hand appreciatively partway up his leg when he does and sighing gently, his other hand digging through his hair. Not as caught offguard by the stimulation now, and able to enjoy them in a different way. One that has his pulse heating up again in a slower burn this time. ]
I can't feel as much on the right... [ Where the scar is. He murmurs it gently, half-focused and guard entirely nonexistent, like not wanting to disturb the air between them. ] But where I can feel it it's nice.
[ His lips part in a soft 'ah' as Shouto finds a point on the edge of the scar on his shoulder, a relaxed and pleasurable sound, intimate and quiet between them, and his fingers scrape lightly against his scalp in a gentle massage in sync with the gentle sucking sensation of his mouth. ]
It doesn't ache then.