[ His fast and short exhales punctuate every word. Please move too. He thrusts his hips up, grinding into him, and it feels like pure desperation. He gasps near his ear holding onto him, and does it again. And again. And Again. ]
Alle--Allen. I want to--
[ The friction is intoxicating. ]
I wantokissyou.
[ A plea, pure and simple, and if he were in his right mind, he'd wait for him to offer, but Shouto is past the point of no return and sears their mouths together. ]
no subject
Alle--Allen. I want to--
[ The friction is intoxicating. ]
I wantokissyou.
[ A plea, pure and simple, and if he were in his right mind, he'd wait for him to offer, but Shouto is past the point of no return and sears their mouths together. ]