[ Again and again-- legs buckling against him as Shouto begins to move in a rudimentary rhythm, Allen gasps and jerks against him in response with less coordination, a little clumsy. By the third time he's tried to roll his hips with him, and by the fifth time he's started to figure out how to ride him, rolling with and then rocking back in response in trying to establish a mutual rhythm. Each minor success has him fluttering and tightening around him with a soft, choked sound of foreign pleasure.
This is...
With an arm wrapped around his shoulders he answers that request with a soft moan that gets lost in the kiss, tipping Shouto's head back further to deepen the kiss and drown further in him. More forcefully than he usually is but still gentle, locking their mouths together in a dance that mimics the motion of their bodies and quickly steals the breath of him. He tries to steal Shouto's too.
It's so good but also so uncomfortable with such restrictive clothing like his, but somehow that barely matters. Only registering as I should probably do something about that and immediately becoming unimportant. ]
S-Shouto... I-- [ He struggles to suck in a breath as much as reign himself in enough to keep their pace steady, and sucks again on Shouto's earlobe, hard but not painfully so, like it's somehow the answer to that. He follows it up by peppering a line of small, hot kisses that nip and suck at his throat, distracted by trying to also concentrate on continuing to move against him. You're still okay, right? It isn't too much? ]
I want-- [ His breath hitches softly by his ear, some thrill by how he'd just pressed against him sending shocks through the base of his spine, and he whispers the fervid request against his lips. ]
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This is...
With an arm wrapped around his shoulders he answers that request with a soft moan that gets lost in the kiss, tipping Shouto's head back further to deepen the kiss and drown further in him. More forcefully than he usually is but still gentle, locking their mouths together in a dance that mimics the motion of their bodies and quickly steals the breath of him. He tries to steal Shouto's too.
It's so good but also so uncomfortable with such restrictive clothing like his, but somehow that barely matters. Only registering as I should probably do something about that and immediately becoming unimportant. ]
S-Shouto... I-- [ He struggles to suck in a breath as much as reign himself in enough to keep their pace steady, and sucks again on Shouto's earlobe, hard but not painfully so, like it's somehow the answer to that. He follows it up by peppering a line of small, hot kisses that nip and suck at his throat, distracted by trying to also concentrate on continuing to move against him. You're still okay, right? It isn't too much? ]
I want-- [ His breath hitches softly by his ear, some thrill by how he'd just pressed against him sending shocks through the base of his spine, and he whispers the fervid request against his lips. ]
I want to touch more of you too.
[ It's gone, that last inhibition. ]