[ They've had some practice, especially the last few weeks. Familiarizing themselves more with each other, slow and steady with a couple sheepish missteps from inexperience here and there, but finding the things they liked and Allen will always like being able to embrace him like this. Feeling so close and being able to touch him all over while still feeling surrounded by him, and his hands smooth across the open expanse of Shouto's bare back and knead the muscle there when he dips to mouth a line down to his collar. It makes Allen's breath hitch and catch already, and the way he lets his head fall to the side to encourage him to continue borders on wanton.
Ah. I want to do a lot more than just kiss you too— There's still a bit of a guilty twinge he knows enough to ignore, but it ignites something restless that had been simmering beneath his skin and Allen shivers lightly. It's distracting, and there's something he wants to say, except he doesn't even fully understand what it is enough to put to words. Something that grasps that tender feeling in his chest and pulls it down so deep within that it's suffocating. I want to keep kissing you always like this--
And I want you to keep kissing me too.
It's such a clear feeling, and yet one he feels like he only half understands. ]
I love you. [ It's soft, something he says breathlessly near his ear in a small gasp, voice delicately wrought as his hands grasp at the yukata that's folded over at Shouto's waist. Like he doesn't know if he wants to tug at it or hold onto it like an anchor.
Instead, he kisses his ear. Catching the earring there and sucking on it in a practice roll between tongue and lip that's just shy of being too hard. ]
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Ah. I want to do a lot more than just kiss you too— There's still a bit of a guilty twinge he knows enough to ignore, but it ignites something restless that had been simmering beneath his skin and Allen shivers lightly. It's distracting, and there's something he wants to say, except he doesn't even fully understand what it is enough to put to words. Something that grasps that tender feeling in his chest and pulls it down so deep within that it's suffocating. I want to keep kissing you always like this--
And I want you to keep kissing me too.
It's such a clear feeling, and yet one he feels like he only half understands. ]
I love you. [ It's soft, something he says breathlessly near his ear in a small gasp, voice delicately wrought as his hands grasp at the yukata that's folded over at Shouto's waist. Like he doesn't know if he wants to tug at it or hold onto it like an anchor.
Instead, he kisses his ear. Catching the earring there and sucking on it in a practice roll between tongue and lip that's just shy of being too hard. ]
Shouto. I love you---