He's sitting in his laps so his thighs are planted firmly to the sides of his hips. Squeezing the sides of him encouragingly as they carve out an instinctive rhythm that has Allen gasping breathlessly against him. And that's also why his sensibilities have frayed to virtually nothing.
But not entirely gone. While he stutters and groans, nearly falling forward ragdoll against him when he grinds against him particularly forcefully and is emotionally razed by the tone of his request, the hands all over him -- he also focuses unsteadily on the the bloom of fire and ice through his hair. The way the heat of him spikes again in his arms, and Allen's body responds with a light sweat that makes their skin glide more smoothly together where they're pressed flush and makes it feel somehow even better than the friction.
But it's also why Allen, staring breathlessly at him for a moment like he's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, then abruptly pushes him down by the shoulders. There's a small thmp on the mattress.
And there's Allen, utterly out of breath and a little wrecked, but smiling down at him so serenely. ]
Shouto-- [ He hovers fully above him now, breathing heavily still but with clearer eyes. Desire, adoration, concern... full of a beautiful love that tempers desire as Allen cradles Shouto's face like the most precious fragment of a soul, and leans down to kiss him so very softly on the cheek. ]
Breathe.
[ He kisses him again, following along the right side of his face as he presses his lips tenderly and he hopes soothingly against temple, brow, and eye once he's close it. Left hand trying to comb gently through the ice in his hair, impervious to the cold of it.
It broke their rhythm to change position, staying pressed together as Allen still sits more directly atop Shouto now, but he keeps his hips locked and doesn't rock against him anymore. Though if there was any doubt of the effect Shouto had on him and their ability to work themselves up... the proof is in the very solid press of both of their clothed erections together. The knowledge of that alone is enough to light his brain on fire, desperation to please keep doing that making Allen feel like he's boiling too and going mad, but he's more desperate to hold himself in check. He recognizes it, after all. From the time before when frost and fire wove through his hair.
I want to touch you. I will, but-- ]
Kiss me with your fire and ice again first. [ A gentle request, a lover's whisper, as he nibbles softly at that favored corner of his mouth. ] Before you spill over.
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He's sitting in his laps so his thighs are planted firmly to the sides of his hips. Squeezing the sides of him encouragingly as they carve out an instinctive rhythm that has Allen gasping breathlessly against him. And that's also why his sensibilities have frayed to virtually nothing.
But not entirely gone. While he stutters and groans, nearly falling forward ragdoll against him when he grinds against him particularly forcefully and is emotionally razed by the tone of his request, the hands all over him -- he also focuses unsteadily on the the bloom of fire and ice through his hair. The way the heat of him spikes again in his arms, and Allen's body responds with a light sweat that makes their skin glide more smoothly together where they're pressed flush and makes it feel somehow even better than the friction.
But it's also why Allen, staring breathlessly at him for a moment like he's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, then abruptly pushes him down by the shoulders. There's a small thmp on the mattress.
And there's Allen, utterly out of breath and a little wrecked, but smiling down at him so serenely. ]
Shouto-- [ He hovers fully above him now, breathing heavily still but with clearer eyes. Desire, adoration, concern... full of a beautiful love that tempers desire as Allen cradles Shouto's face like the most precious fragment of a soul, and leans down to kiss him so very softly on the cheek. ]
Breathe.
[ He kisses him again, following along the right side of his face as he presses his lips tenderly and he hopes soothingly against temple, brow, and eye once he's close it. Left hand trying to comb gently through the ice in his hair, impervious to the cold of it.
It broke their rhythm to change position, staying pressed together as Allen still sits more directly atop Shouto now, but he keeps his hips locked and doesn't rock against him anymore. Though if there was any doubt of the effect Shouto had on him and their ability to work themselves up... the proof is in the very solid press of both of their clothed erections together. The knowledge of that alone is enough to light his brain on fire, desperation to please keep doing that making Allen feel like he's boiling too and going mad, but he's more desperate to hold himself in check. He recognizes it, after all. From the time before when frost and fire wove through his hair.
I want to touch you. I will, but-- ]
Kiss me with your fire and ice again first. [ A gentle request, a lover's whisper, as he nibbles softly at that favored corner of his mouth. ] Before you spill over.