[ He's always been swept up by Allen's momentum, following his lead. This time, he's the one to push, sliding his tongue across Allen's lower lip, relishing in the little hitch in his voice when he calls his name. He takes the opportunity to roll his hips, grinding himself onto his thigh, and groans at the heady sensation that sends fire spiking through him, melting his reservations. He starts to reach for the ice to cool the frenzy building up inside when his words reach him.
A beautiful plea. One that hits him like a punch to the gut, and he's suddenly overwhelmed by the purest affection for him, and instead of devolving into a heated mess, desperately reaching for the ice to temper his feelings, he lets himself drown in them. ]
Allen. [ He grips his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He can't breathe. ] Touche me.
[ Sharing breaths lips centimeters apart, Shouto embraces him in his arms growing hot underneath him. His hands are everywhere, skimming down his sides, over his hips, and keep going, lifting him just enough to slide him forward without breaking the rhythm they've found together. ]
Please... touch me..
[ He pleads as flickers of fire roar to life across the left side of his hair, sending it into disarray while frost creeps up his roots covering the white strands in spikes of ice. ]
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A beautiful plea. One that hits him like a punch to the gut, and he's suddenly overwhelmed by the purest affection for him, and instead of devolving into a heated mess, desperately reaching for the ice to temper his feelings, he lets himself drown in them. ]
Allen. [ He grips his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He can't breathe. ] Touche me.
[ Sharing breaths lips centimeters apart, Shouto embraces him in his arms growing hot underneath him. His hands are everywhere, skimming down his sides, over his hips, and keep going, lifting him just enough to slide him forward without breaking the rhythm they've found together. ]
Please... touch me..
[ He pleads as flickers of fire roar to life across the left side of his hair, sending it into disarray while frost creeps up his roots covering the white strands in spikes of ice. ]