[ Two flames burn inside him, a searing inferno of pure pleasure that's nothing like he's ever experienced before and a more tender blaze of desire born of love and understanding. He fixates on the latter, choosing to focus on the gentle kisses brushed against his shoulder than the growing ache in his groin that has his fingers digging into strong thighs that make him weak for more.
Sweat clings to his skin when Allen draws him up, off the mattress, and rocks into him with an apology on his lips, testing his control with a cursory roll of his hips that has him bucking against him unconsciously chasing that inferno. He buries his face into his collar, shuddering at the delectable sensations pooling at his groin. ]
I'm okay. [ He promises through heady breaths, barely keeping his mind afloat in a sea of pleasure. ] I just need a moment.
[ Or two. It's hard to tell. No matter what, he means to keep that promise. Kissing him might be a tall order right now when his internal temperature is pretty much shot, drunk on the taste of his mouth and the hard erection pressed against his. Still, he maintains enough control to keep his external temperature from impersonating a living volcano. Not that Allen's exploration of his torso helps in that regard. His stomach muscles clench under his furtive touches, and Shouto wraps his arms around him, caging him in with muscular arms. Holding him in this closely, it's nearly impossible to miss the tendrils of light that erupt from him lighting up the room so brightly, the fire still burning through his hair seems dim in comparison.
Shouto sucks in a breath, instincts pinpointing the source before his mind has a chance to catch up. He pulls back in time to feel the softest material he's ever known brush gently against every inch of his back, billowing gently against his skin.
Allen's cloak swirls around them like a living breathing entity moving on its own. The first time he'd ever felt it against his skin was when they were exploring the underground caves and his powers gave out sending him plummeting down a waterfall. The threads snapped all around him in the gentlest embrace breaking his fall. He'd seen it on other missions, but never like this, when there was no danger. Unless he... Oh. He used it against Touya too, to protect himself against his fire. He doesn't let himself drown in those memories, realizing why he evoked it in the first place - to protect against his quirk.
His thoughts slow to a crawl, and he stares at Allen in awe. The wisps of feathered light smother his flames with a gentle touch. The cloak settles all around them transporting them to a dreamlike world where shards of light drift down like snow, electrifying the air. A look of utter devotion paints itself in the brilliant shade of blue, and molten grey that settles in his heart. ]
... You're beautiful.
[ His chest feels like a burgeoning field of blossoms, mesmerized by the sight of him haloed by the light of his innocence. Like burning coal softly glowing in an open flame, Shouto reaches for him without hesitation, delicately touching his jaw, careful not to touch his cloak. Could he touch it? He doesn't ask, doesn't feel like he should.
Hold me.
An order in every sense of the word. One there was no way he wouldn't follow. With the molten heat having cooled by the sight of his evocation, he follows another set of orders first. He dips into that tender blaze, allowing himself to feel the desire nestled there. Activating his quirk, Shouto sweeps down to capture his mouth in a provocative kiss burning hot and blistering cold. ]
I love you.
[ He whispers when he surfaces to release the heat and cold that drifts between them in a cloud of white, before losing himself in the delicate taste of his mouth again. Actively concentrating on his quirk, Shouto doesn't notice what Allen's up to until his fingers slip along his waistband, and even then the exact nature of his intent doesn't make itself clear until his palms gently cup him through his underwear, sending a sizzling pleasure up his spine that makes him choke, and break the kiss with all the grace of a panting fool. ]
Allen--
[ He shudders, clinging to his shoulder with one hand, holding him exactly like he wanted, and rolls his hips forward, unable to stop himself even if he wanted, grinding back against that electrifying touch. ]
You--You too.
[ Don't just let it be him. Even in this state, he won't touch him without permission and grabs at his thigh instead. He digs his palm into the corded muscle, while still holding onto his shoulder, panting into the crook of his collar in a rush of searing heat and frigid puffs of air. ]
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Sweat clings to his skin when Allen draws him up, off the mattress, and rocks into him with an apology on his lips, testing his control with a cursory roll of his hips that has him bucking against him unconsciously chasing that inferno. He buries his face into his collar, shuddering at the delectable sensations pooling at his groin. ]
I'm okay. [ He promises through heady breaths, barely keeping his mind afloat in a sea of pleasure. ] I just need a moment.
[ Or two. It's hard to tell. No matter what, he means to keep that promise. Kissing him might be a tall order right now when his internal temperature is pretty much shot, drunk on the taste of his mouth and the hard erection pressed against his. Still, he maintains enough control to keep his external temperature from impersonating a living volcano. Not that Allen's exploration of his torso helps in that regard. His stomach muscles clench under his furtive touches, and Shouto wraps his arms around him, caging him in with muscular arms. Holding him in this closely, it's nearly impossible to miss the tendrils of light that erupt from him lighting up the room so brightly, the fire still burning through his hair seems dim in comparison.
Shouto sucks in a breath, instincts pinpointing the source before his mind has a chance to catch up. He pulls back in time to feel the softest material he's ever known brush gently against every inch of his back, billowing gently against his skin.
Allen's cloak swirls around them like a living breathing entity moving on its own. The first time he'd ever felt it against his skin was when they were exploring the underground caves and his powers gave out sending him plummeting down a waterfall. The threads snapped all around him in the gentlest embrace breaking his fall. He'd seen it on other missions, but never like this, when there was no danger. Unless he... Oh. He used it against Touya too, to protect himself against his fire. He doesn't let himself drown in those memories, realizing why he evoked it in the first place - to protect against his quirk.
His thoughts slow to a crawl, and he stares at Allen in awe. The wisps of feathered light smother his flames with a gentle touch. The cloak settles all around them transporting them to a dreamlike world where shards of light drift down like snow, electrifying the air. A look of utter devotion paints itself in the brilliant shade of blue, and molten grey that settles in his heart. ]
... You're beautiful.
[ His chest feels like a burgeoning field of blossoms, mesmerized by the sight of him haloed by the light of his innocence. Like burning coal softly glowing in an open flame, Shouto reaches for him without hesitation, delicately touching his jaw, careful not to touch his cloak. Could he touch it? He doesn't ask, doesn't feel like he should.
Hold me.
An order in every sense of the word. One there was no way he wouldn't follow. With the molten heat having cooled by the sight of his evocation, he follows another set of orders first. He dips into that tender blaze, allowing himself to feel the desire nestled there. Activating his quirk, Shouto sweeps down to capture his mouth in a provocative kiss burning hot and blistering cold. ]
I love you.
[ He whispers when he surfaces to release the heat and cold that drifts between them in a cloud of white, before losing himself in the delicate taste of his mouth again. Actively concentrating on his quirk, Shouto doesn't notice what Allen's up to until his fingers slip along his waistband, and even then the exact nature of his intent doesn't make itself clear until his palms gently cup him through his underwear, sending a sizzling pleasure up his spine that makes him choke, and break the kiss with all the grace of a panting fool. ]
Allen--
[ He shudders, clinging to his shoulder with one hand, holding him exactly like he wanted, and rolls his hips forward, unable to stop himself even if he wanted, grinding back against that electrifying touch. ]
You--You too.
[ Don't just let it be him. Even in this state, he won't touch him without permission and grabs at his thigh instead. He digs his palm into the corded muscle, while still holding onto his shoulder, panting into the crook of his collar in a rush of searing heat and frigid puffs of air. ]