[ The irony of missing each other time after time. Their morning schedules probably helped with the unintended ruse with Shouto waking up at dawn and Allen sometime after. If he'd known he was struggling with an identity crisis, he would have stayed to reassure him by sitting with him till he felt more like himself. He knows what it feels like to be at odds with yourself. To feel conflicted, though his feelings had never been one of them once he figured them out.
He didn't hide from Allen because he found his reaction disgusting. Surprising? Yes. A little embarrassing to find himself in that state? Again, yes. The thing is, he knows of Allen's propriety, not the extent of it, but it's not hard to gauge when he was still twitchy with him at times when they were nude. In response, Shouto gave him privacy. Turning away when they changed taking his cues from Allen whenever he could read them which he wasn't the best at. That's why he tried to understand him better. Started broaching subjects he hadn't in the past to figure out his thoughts on them. Being comfortable with kissing was one thing. Finding his bedmate sporting a massive hard-on while sharing the same space was entirely different. He would never press him with his needs. That was the last thing he wanted. So, he kept it to himself, more than happy with what they shared.
When he asked to talk to him tonight, he didn't expect an outcome like this. Not that he's complaining! He's more astounded than anything, especially after Allen veered away from the subject when he tried to bring it up when he thought he might feel the same way. Having him sit on his lap rocking into him more than got the message across. The way he boldly touched him further cemented he wasn't the only one affected.
Not with the way his spine curves in a beautiful arch that has him dropping his head to lay a line of hot kisses on every inch of his chest he can reach. He's seen his claws in battle but never felt them against his flesh. They make his skin prickle with anticipation, and he jerks hard against his hand, thoroughly aroused, not realizing he has no idea what that means yet as his cloak tightens around the panting mess he's become. It's such a suffocatingly wonderful feeling being surrounded by every aspect of him like being folded in by soft wings.
In contrast, he stops using his quirk, no longer capable of controlling it, and sticks to jerking him off over his underwear in long sure strokes that stutter to a complete and utter stop when Allen wrenches his underwear down and takes him by the most exquisite material he's ever known. Shouto's hips buck off the mattress, fucking Allen's hand, choking on the orgasm on the horizon. With molten heat pooling in his belly, ice runs down his arm and thigh, in parallel to the blaze racing on the other side that pulls the most obscene gasp from him while he frantically clings to-- ]
Allen—I can’t—
[ Can't control the burst of ice and fire that roars to life around him, clashing against his cloak. He makes a desperate sound, starting to splinter, but he can't let go like this. Starts hyperventilating unable to hold back the tide that sends red strands dancing in wisps of firelight, and white are encapsulated in icicles. He turns frantic near his ear, and the moment he finally shatters, a cold fire bursts across his chest in two intersecting red and white circles that make him look wild as his orgasm barrels into him and he spills into his hand. ]
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He didn't hide from Allen because he found his reaction disgusting. Surprising? Yes. A little embarrassing to find himself in that state? Again, yes. The thing is, he knows of Allen's propriety, not the extent of it, but it's not hard to gauge when he was still twitchy with him at times when they were nude. In response, Shouto gave him privacy. Turning away when they changed taking his cues from Allen whenever he could read them which he wasn't the best at. That's why he tried to understand him better. Started broaching subjects he hadn't in the past to figure out his thoughts on them. Being comfortable with kissing was one thing. Finding his bedmate sporting a massive hard-on while sharing the same space was entirely different. He would never press him with his needs. That was the last thing he wanted. So, he kept it to himself, more than happy with what they shared.
When he asked to talk to him tonight, he didn't expect an outcome like this. Not that he's complaining! He's more astounded than anything, especially after Allen veered away from the subject when he tried to bring it up when he thought he might feel the same way. Having him sit on his lap rocking into him more than got the message across. The way he boldly touched him further cemented he wasn't the only one affected.
Not with the way his spine curves in a beautiful arch that has him dropping his head to lay a line of hot kisses on every inch of his chest he can reach. He's seen his claws in battle but never felt them against his flesh. They make his skin prickle with anticipation, and he jerks hard against his hand, thoroughly aroused, not realizing he has no idea what that means yet as his cloak tightens around the panting mess he's become. It's such a suffocatingly wonderful feeling being surrounded by every aspect of him like being folded in by soft wings.
In contrast, he stops using his quirk, no longer capable of controlling it, and sticks to jerking him off over his underwear in long sure strokes that stutter to a complete and utter stop when Allen wrenches his underwear down and takes him by the most exquisite material he's ever known. Shouto's hips buck off the mattress, fucking Allen's hand, choking on the orgasm on the horizon. With molten heat pooling in his belly, ice runs down his arm and thigh, in parallel to the blaze racing on the other side that pulls the most obscene gasp from him while he frantically clings to-- ]
Allen—I can’t—
[ Can't control the burst of ice and fire that roars to life around him, clashing against his cloak. He makes a desperate sound, starting to splinter, but he can't let go like this. Starts hyperventilating unable to hold back the tide that sends red strands dancing in wisps of firelight, and white are encapsulated in icicles. He turns frantic near his ear, and the moment he finally shatters, a cold fire bursts across his chest in two intersecting red and white circles that make him look wild as his orgasm barrels into him and he spills into his hand. ]