[ Are they already too far past that? Damn. Allen breathes out shakily, shuddering and jerking against him with a small moan when he rolls his hips against him, frantically trying to piece together what he should do then if he can't help him pull his quirk back. If he touches you won't that make it harder to control? Catch them both on fire? Or are you saying--
He's nowhere near rational enough to think clearly, so he trusts in Shouto's request and himself too. Dropping his head to his shoulder, he presses a dizzied but gentle kiss there as he winds his left arm around his back, pulling him up off the mattress slightly. ]
Sorry. [ It's a gentle but quick apology, breathless as he rocks them together with a frayed control. Sorry he didn't pay more attention and try to pace them slower; sorry he's left you hanging now. His right, human hand skims lightly down along the side of his torso, brushing against bare abdominal muscles, though as he does so -- tendrils of light and feather begin to swirl down along his arm.
Just a hint, before in an instant the full of his Innocence invokes around them in a hurricane of gentle whiter-than-white downy soft light become material. The rippling cloak around Allen's shoulders and down his right arm, gloving it and him, and wide and down-lined hood like some kind of snow fairy slung low over his head and hanging down as if to trap them both in their own private world. He hovers, looking down at him while his left hand at his back lifts him off the mattress every so slightly, so very gingerly as that too transformed and left him unable to properly touch safely with anything other than his palm.
It feels gentle to the touch on another level entirely beyond physical, the essence of a loving gesture with its very nature as it reflects Allen's nature, and hums lightly with it. A physical divine manifestation of his heart and soul. Feeling cool and warm both to the touch, comforting, as it pools around them and under Shouto too like a living blanket or the embrace of giant wings. Different than how it usually forms, restless and whispering softly as it seems unable to settle on a final form it likes, wisps of feathered light brushing against them both like sea anemones might wave in the ocean current, it reflects the soft haziness in Allen's eyes as a pale glowing corona.
But it's also entirely flame and ice-proof with a better reaction time than his own, and smothers any flame where it falls over them as if negating the very physics of it. ]
It's alright. [ He says it gently, like it isn't devastatingly hard to keep his wits and not just grind against him in search of relief. Haloed silver eyes brighter than usual but soft and understanding as Allen tries to see something within Shouto's as well, seeming impossibly steady for someone in his state and hovering as close as he dares without risking injury himself. He wants to kiss you so very badly but isn't sure of what's safe.
Feather-shaped shards of glowing white light continue to fall gently around them like snow, seeming to peel both off him and out of the air that it mildly electrifies. Like motes of stardust. ]
Hold onto me. It won't burn. [ Whispered as soft and sweet as the kiss he can't give, Allen's fingers slip along the elastic waistband of his pants between them, light and nimble but also a little shaky. Tracing a line there for only a moment, before his hand slips underneath to gently cup him through his underwear. Simply, directly, and with a unassuming kind of boldness.
He blinks, breathing unevenly as his pupils dilate for a moment, and then palms him more firmly. ]
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He's nowhere near rational enough to think clearly, so he trusts in Shouto's request and himself too. Dropping his head to his shoulder, he presses a dizzied but gentle kiss there as he winds his left arm around his back, pulling him up off the mattress slightly. ]
Sorry. [ It's a gentle but quick apology, breathless as he rocks them together with a frayed control. Sorry he didn't pay more attention and try to pace them slower; sorry he's left you hanging now. His right, human hand skims lightly down along the side of his torso, brushing against bare abdominal muscles, though as he does so -- tendrils of light and feather begin to swirl down along his arm.
Just a hint, before in an instant the full of his Innocence invokes around them in a hurricane of gentle whiter-than-white downy soft light become material. The rippling cloak around Allen's shoulders and down his right arm, gloving it and him, and wide and down-lined hood like some kind of snow fairy slung low over his head and hanging down as if to trap them both in their own private world. He hovers, looking down at him while his left hand at his back lifts him off the mattress every so slightly, so very gingerly as that too transformed and left him unable to properly touch safely with anything other than his palm.
It feels gentle to the touch on another level entirely beyond physical, the essence of a loving gesture with its very nature as it reflects Allen's nature, and hums lightly with it. A physical divine manifestation of his heart and soul. Feeling cool and warm both to the touch, comforting, as it pools around them and under Shouto too like a living blanket or the embrace of giant wings. Different than how it usually forms, restless and whispering softly as it seems unable to settle on a final form it likes, wisps of feathered light brushing against them both like sea anemones might wave in the ocean current, it reflects the soft haziness in Allen's eyes as a pale glowing corona.
But it's also entirely flame and ice-proof with a better reaction time than his own, and smothers any flame where it falls over them as if negating the very physics of it. ]
It's alright. [ He says it gently, like it isn't devastatingly hard to keep his wits and not just grind against him in search of relief. Haloed silver eyes brighter than usual but soft and understanding as Allen tries to see something within Shouto's as well, seeming impossibly steady for someone in his state and hovering as close as he dares without risking injury himself. He wants to kiss you so very badly but isn't sure of what's safe.
Feather-shaped shards of glowing white light continue to fall gently around them like snow, seeming to peel both off him and out of the air that it mildly electrifies. Like motes of stardust. ]
Hold onto me. It won't burn. [ Whispered as soft and sweet as the kiss he can't give, Allen's fingers slip along the elastic waistband of his pants between them, light and nimble but also a little shaky. Tracing a line there for only a moment, before his hand slips underneath to gently cup him through his underwear. Simply, directly, and with a unassuming kind of boldness.
He blinks, breathing unevenly as his pupils dilate for a moment, and then palms him more firmly. ]