[ Touch... has never been something he's had before in his life, you know? Not even as a child. For a few years with Mana, he'd ruffle Allen's hair and they'd cuddle together for warmth, but as cherished as that was it also felt hollow both from his own guild and knowing it was because his mind was so broken he only saw him as his beloved dead dog. Everyone else... well, his experiences due to the deformed appearance of his arm were bad. Physical abuse and beat-downs that were painful and isolating at best and humiliating at worst. Never good, kind, from a place of love. When he joined the Order much later, some of the members would ruffle his hair and Lenalee would touch his cheek or his hand to welcome or reassure him, but that was also the first time in his life. The first time being a place where someone would even pat him on the back to say good job, or offer support, and it's a good part of why he was so easily swept off his feet.
So being touched with love... he's so weak to it. So very weak, and so very unaccustomed to it.
His head snaps back with a loud gasp, a half-strangled soft cry as his hands grip tight at Shouto's biceps, and buckling under him as his tongue laves heat and attention on his numbed and overstimulated nipple. The wild swing in both temperature and treatment, like a pendulum, sweeping his stomach along with it and leaving a heat of his own churning in the pit of it in response. He's not going to be able to-- If you keep doing that he's going to have a hard time keeping any wits at all about him...
The muscles in his thigh tremble when Shouto runs his hand along it too, pressing his leg into a deeper stretch, but it's when he slants his hips to fit against his that Allen's breath hitches and his whole body trembles as he had been very willfully blocking out and ignoring anything in that vicinity. Response immediate and instinctive, his ankle presses tight to the small of his back and his pelvis lifts to press back in response. Hips rolling in response and scattering his own last wit in the process.
Stay with me. ]
Shouto-- [ He gulps down a breath, trying to catch air in his lungs but still feeling breathless and ears burning from hearing how affected Shouto sounds too. Are we....? His hands scrabble across his shoulders in a desperate kind of dance, seeking him out. ] Shouto...
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So being touched with love... he's so weak to it. So very weak, and so very unaccustomed to it.
His head snaps back with a loud gasp, a half-strangled soft cry as his hands grip tight at Shouto's biceps, and buckling under him as his tongue laves heat and attention on his numbed and overstimulated nipple. The wild swing in both temperature and treatment, like a pendulum, sweeping his stomach along with it and leaving a heat of his own churning in the pit of it in response. He's not going to be able to-- If you keep doing that he's going to have a hard time keeping any wits at all about him...
The muscles in his thigh tremble when Shouto runs his hand along it too, pressing his leg into a deeper stretch, but it's when he slants his hips to fit against his that Allen's breath hitches and his whole body trembles as he had been very willfully blocking out and ignoring anything in that vicinity. Response immediate and instinctive, his ankle presses tight to the small of his back and his pelvis lifts to press back in response. Hips rolling in response and scattering his own last wit in the process.
Stay with me. ]
Shouto-- [ He gulps down a breath, trying to catch air in his lungs but still feeling breathless and ears burning from hearing how affected Shouto sounds too. Are we....? His hands scrabble across his shoulders in a desperate kind of dance, seeking him out. ] Shouto...