[ Breathing his air. Touching his skin. Shouto holds him with all the delicacy of spun glass. Reverent in his exploration of him. This is what he waited for - a simple hello. They kiss, and Shouto sinks into the beautiful, unnerving feeling that narrows the world down to two. Locked in an intimate dance. His blood boils. Freezes. And his heart sorts it out, while Shouto drowns in the pressure of his chest against his, the friction of skin against skin. It knocks his breath away.
They break away and Shouto follows his lips, letting him breathe, while he tastes the corner of his mouth. Feeling every breath. Every touch. He sweeps an arm around his back, dragging him closer to bury his nose into his collar, breathing in his scent. His mouth finds his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. He almost forgets this isn't a solo act.
Allen sucks on his earlobe, and Shouto groans softly, breaking contact. Goosebumps run down his neck, and he shifts beneath him. Restless in a way he's never known. It's hard to stay still. When he pulls back, they lock eyes, and he gazes into a sea of stars. Transfixed by the sight, looking half-dazed, teal sparkles like the open sea and grey melts with an inferno fixed on him. ]
We'll go at your pace.
[ He whispers next to ear, voice rough from keeping himself still. It's all he manages before Allen rocks into him drawing a short sharp puff of air that escapes his lungs. Heat hits his collar as he trembles beneath him forcing himself still. ]
Can I--
[ He tightens his arms against Allen's hips, encouraging him to do that again, wanting him to do that again, desperately. It's in his tone. The way he can't stop moving under him. The barely cognizant question he manages to bite out. ]
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They break away and Shouto follows his lips, letting him breathe, while he tastes the corner of his mouth. Feeling every breath. Every touch. He sweeps an arm around his back, dragging him closer to bury his nose into his collar, breathing in his scent. His mouth finds his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. He almost forgets this isn't a solo act.
Allen sucks on his earlobe, and Shouto groans softly, breaking contact. Goosebumps run down his neck, and he shifts beneath him. Restless in a way he's never known. It's hard to stay still. When he pulls back, they lock eyes, and he gazes into a sea of stars. Transfixed by the sight, looking half-dazed, teal sparkles like the open sea and grey melts with an inferno fixed on him. ]
We'll go at your pace.
[ He whispers next to ear, voice rough from keeping himself still. It's all he manages before Allen rocks into him drawing a short sharp puff of air that escapes his lungs. Heat hits his collar as he trembles beneath him forcing himself still. ]
Can I--
[ He tightens his arms against Allen's hips, encouraging him to do that again, wanting him to do that again, desperately. It's in his tone. The way he can't stop moving under him. The barely cognizant question he manages to bite out. ]
Can I movetoo?