[ The ice feels good too. It's soothing to the skin while the heat sinks in and is just relaxing, and ironically the alternating is best of all even if that isn't the reason why he enjoys those kisses. That answer gets a blink from Allen though, that tells him he doesn't need to explain anymore when he didn't explain anything at all, but oh, that embrace--
It makes his heart swell, lodge into his throat a little, and he brings his arms up to wrap around Shouto. Curving to fit against him in kind, breath caught for a moment at the full press of their bodies and his weight resting against him, solid and reassuring, heady-- he fills up his senses and Allen squeezes tight in response, the corners of his eyes misting a bit from having what feels like feeling too much for his body to hold. Sensory and emotional overload, thoughts scattered, but in such a good way that feels like balm. Your soul...
...it's so very kind.
He breathes out low and slow next to his ear when he lets his fingers follow along the length of his scar, soft and a little heavy, and gives a nod. His muscles twitch with a small quiver as Shouto trails along them, leaving behind that seeping trail of warmth. ]
It does. [ It's whispered back just as softly, cheek lovingly to cheek before pressing a kiss against his ear. He tries to kiss the edge of his jaw as well with another gentle and relaxed sort of sigh, letting a hand run slowly down the length of his muscled back. ]
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It makes his heart swell, lodge into his throat a little, and he brings his arms up to wrap around Shouto. Curving to fit against him in kind, breath caught for a moment at the full press of their bodies and his weight resting against him, solid and reassuring, heady-- he fills up his senses and Allen squeezes tight in response, the corners of his eyes misting a bit from having what feels like feeling too much for his body to hold. Sensory and emotional overload, thoughts scattered, but in such a good way that feels like balm. Your soul...
...it's so very kind.
He breathes out low and slow next to his ear when he lets his fingers follow along the length of his scar, soft and a little heavy, and gives a nod. His muscles twitch with a small quiver as Shouto trails along them, leaving behind that seeping trail of warmth. ]
It does. [ It's whispered back just as softly, cheek lovingly to cheek before pressing a kiss against his ear. He tries to kiss the edge of his jaw as well with another gentle and relaxed sort of sigh, letting a hand run slowly down the length of his muscled back. ]
So do your kisses.