[ Flame-resistant underwear that chafes in all the wrong places but will withstand extreme temperatures. It isn't anything close to how Crown Clown feels on his bare skin. A thousand light touches softer than the delicate silk of his dinner shirts. Furtive in their movement that sways to the tune of an invisible sea, restless in a way Shouto understands all too well. A feeling that compounds itself with the wet marks Allen leaves on his neck that he encourages by tilting his head back to give him room. Each mark plucks at his climax in a devastating teasing manner that has him moving desperately against his palm while trying and failing to unbuckle his belt. The urge to melt the buckle pounds in his head made stupid by Allen's full attention.
Thankfully, he's held back by a modicum of reason, managing to undo the buckle when he remembers to use both hands; fancy that. He slips the belt off him, tossing it to the side in a mindless throw before moving to his pants. Undoing the top button takes quite a bit of concentration he can ill afford. He's slowly losing his mind, bucking into that palm in a rhythm that's not nearly enough, but he's too frazzled to accomplish both tasks at once when he can barely breathe with the double assault on his person. He trembles through all of it, making the task of removing his pants even harder. For a lucid moment, he calls Allen's name, ready to tell him to stop, but the mere notion sounds like the worst idea he's had to date, and keeps his mouth shut, not that that keeps any sounds at bay.
Finally, after what seemed like a torture session he'd do anything to go through again, Shouto shoves his pants down enough to make out the bulge in his underwear, and for a moment his mouth goes dry. This is the first time, he's ever thought about touching someone like this. Even himself... he refrained, using his ice to do away with unpleasantries in the morning. An act that had become more frequent in the last few months. ]
Allen.
[ Shouto slows forcing himself to stop. Breathes through his mouth not to jerk into that lovely hand that feels like heaven and hell all at once. For the first time since they started this encounter, he's feeling jittery. Like crossing a line he set for himself, and had Allen not given him express permission to touch him, this is where he would have stopped. Held himself back no matter how he felt. He kisses him instead, lifting his head from his shoulder with both hands to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. ]
We'll do it together.
[ He tells him, warning him, before he lets one hand drop to cup the bulging flesh, stroking him gently opposite of what he craved, but wanting to start out slow like he'd done for him. ]
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Thankfully, he's held back by a modicum of reason, managing to undo the buckle when he remembers to use both hands; fancy that. He slips the belt off him, tossing it to the side in a mindless throw before moving to his pants. Undoing the top button takes quite a bit of concentration he can ill afford. He's slowly losing his mind, bucking into that palm in a rhythm that's not nearly enough, but he's too frazzled to accomplish both tasks at once when he can barely breathe with the double assault on his person. He trembles through all of it, making the task of removing his pants even harder. For a lucid moment, he calls Allen's name, ready to tell him to stop, but the mere notion sounds like the worst idea he's had to date, and keeps his mouth shut, not that that keeps any sounds at bay.
Finally, after what seemed like a torture session he'd do anything to go through again, Shouto shoves his pants down enough to make out the bulge in his underwear, and for a moment his mouth goes dry. This is the first time, he's ever thought about touching someone like this. Even himself... he refrained, using his ice to do away with unpleasantries in the morning. An act that had become more frequent in the last few months. ]
Allen.
[ Shouto slows forcing himself to stop. Breathes through his mouth not to jerk into that lovely hand that feels like heaven and hell all at once. For the first time since they started this encounter, he's feeling jittery. Like crossing a line he set for himself, and had Allen not given him express permission to touch him, this is where he would have stopped. Held himself back no matter how he felt. He kisses him instead, lifting his head from his shoulder with both hands to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. ]
We'll do it together.
[ He tells him, warning him, before he lets one hand drop to cup the bulging flesh, stroking him gently opposite of what he craved, but wanting to start out slow like he'd done for him. ]