[ While he thinks of how to answer, Shouto wraps his arms around his neck and lets his full weight settle on Allen. He warms instantly to ease the pain and lovingly presses his cheek against his. ]
That's enough.
[ He whispers near his mouth, as Allen threads his fingers through his hair. Shouto leans into him, letting himself feel the full length of his scar across his torso for the first time. It's noticeably rougher than the rest of him, but not in a bad way, more like the callouses on his hands that formed from years of training.
He curls into him, making himself comfortable, while he thinks of how all the times he'd used his ice on him today. A few heartbeats later, he lets his fingers roam down Allen's chest, imparting enough heat to ease the ache he spoke of. ]
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That's enough.
[ He whispers near his mouth, as Allen threads his fingers through his hair. Shouto leans into him, letting himself feel the full length of his scar across his torso for the first time. It's noticeably rougher than the rest of him, but not in a bad way, more like the callouses on his hands that formed from years of training.
He curls into him, making himself comfortable, while he thinks of how all the times he'd used his ice on him today. A few heartbeats later, he lets his fingers roam down Allen's chest, imparting enough heat to ease the ache he spoke of. ]
Does that feel better?