[ That - legs locking on him and twisting him down - he doesn't expect. A flicker of surprise before he's twisting with Allen, making a mess of the sheets beneath them not that he notices with his hands at his hips to steady him out of habit, neck stretched up to keep his eyes locked on him in anticipation of his next move.
Allen holds still, and Shouto mirrors him, heart pounding steadily in his chest with nerves. He's caught in the moment. Eyes locked on Allen. Waiting for permission. For what? He's not sure, only that he'll know when he sees it. He's running on instincts now, logic having left him the moment they both decided on this brought. He catches the gentle look. The way he fidgets like he's not sure either. What's wrong? He wants to ask, the all too familiar question on the tip of his tongue before threads of white slide against his bare skin.
Shouto swallows thickly, stomach clenching at the open kiss. An invitation? He keeps his eyes locked on Allen, waiting for some indication of what he wants. Holds back the instinct to touch his cheek to see this through. When it comes in the form of a question, he's quick to act, immediately sitting up to meet him, finding his mouth with his without permission. He should have waited, he knows, and breaks the kiss a moment after, drawing back enough to give him room. Still, he keeps steady eyes on him, feeling no need to apologize for his lapse of judgment. ]
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Allen holds still, and Shouto mirrors him, heart pounding steadily in his chest with nerves. He's caught in the moment. Eyes locked on Allen. Waiting for permission. For what? He's not sure, only that he'll know when he sees it. He's running on instincts now, logic having left him the moment they both decided on this brought. He catches the gentle look. The way he fidgets like he's not sure either. What's wrong? He wants to ask, the all too familiar question on the tip of his tongue before threads of white slide against his bare skin.
Shouto swallows thickly, stomach clenching at the open kiss. An invitation? He keeps his eyes locked on Allen, waiting for some indication of what he wants. Holds back the instinct to touch his cheek to see this through. When it comes in the form of a question, he's quick to act, immediately sitting up to meet him, finding his mouth with his without permission. He should have waited, he knows, and breaks the kiss a moment after, drawing back enough to give him room. Still, he keeps steady eyes on him, feeling no need to apologize for his lapse of judgment. ]