[ Shouto... that was why? Allen's eyes widen when he explains that was what he had been doing the day his brother turned-- ...the day he died. With mild dismay at first, because of all things that's not what he wanted to remind him of with the gesture. But he keeps talking, explaining his feelings as he works through them and-- oh.
He stares, transfixed by the soft sheen in his eyes. Are you..? Shouto. His own throat threatens to clog over and everything he wants to say -- he can't. No, he has no idea what to say, even if his heart is full of too many things he wants to express. Too awed by the depth of Shouto's own feelings, to be looking at him like that and speaking so gently. Too overwhelmed by his own and finding his body not able to contain them all. So his eyes begin to well for a second too, before Shouto leans to kiss him and Allen meets him halfway like it's everything he's been waiting for, something he expects as naturally as breathing. Delicate and sweet, desperate and earnest. A balanced contradiction like he is. Wholly welcoming of the chill tingle and flicker of warmth that dances across Shouto, no longer hesitating or worrying if it meant he might be losing control of himself.
And even if you do, I'll stop it. Less apprehensive of invoking Crown Clown for such a purpose, and there's a small hum of power from the crystal in his left hand as he slides one hand along his jaw, into his frosted hair, and tips his own head to kiss him better. Softly and unhurried, exploring the kiss and his mouth with the same eagerness as the first time and the languid thoroughness that comes from sharing a hundred such kisses and knowing there'll be a thousand more. Opening up and encouraging him to kiss him more deeply with that half cold and half hot tongue before somewhat cheekily licking it with his own, thighs tightening around his middle to hold himself up as he winds closer and presses into Shouto's bare chest. Shifts, loosened yukata gaping, until they're skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest.
But they've shifted over time, haven't they? Those kisses. Something... easier. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but... you don't doubt yourself as much when you kiss him, do you? ]
I love you. [ It's whispered softly and a little breathlessly as they part and prepare to meet again, within the secret space between their lips. Peppered with gentle, loving touches to his face as Allen tries to seek him out and catch his eye. ]
So much. [ So much, he can't even articulate it right.
Through the good memories and the bad both. And all the memories still to come. ]
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He stares, transfixed by the soft sheen in his eyes. Are you..? Shouto. His own throat threatens to clog over and everything he wants to say -- he can't. No, he has no idea what to say, even if his heart is full of too many things he wants to express. Too awed by the depth of Shouto's own feelings, to be looking at him like that and speaking so gently. Too overwhelmed by his own and finding his body not able to contain them all. So his eyes begin to well for a second too, before Shouto leans to kiss him and Allen meets him halfway like it's everything he's been waiting for, something he expects as naturally as breathing. Delicate and sweet, desperate and earnest. A balanced contradiction like he is. Wholly welcoming of the chill tingle and flicker of warmth that dances across Shouto, no longer hesitating or worrying if it meant he might be losing control of himself.
And even if you do, I'll stop it. Less apprehensive of invoking Crown Clown for such a purpose, and there's a small hum of power from the crystal in his left hand as he slides one hand along his jaw, into his frosted hair, and tips his own head to kiss him better. Softly and unhurried, exploring the kiss and his mouth with the same eagerness as the first time and the languid thoroughness that comes from sharing a hundred such kisses and knowing there'll be a thousand more. Opening up and encouraging him to kiss him more deeply with that half cold and half hot tongue before somewhat cheekily licking it with his own, thighs tightening around his middle to hold himself up as he winds closer and presses into Shouto's bare chest. Shifts, loosened yukata gaping, until they're skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest.
But they've shifted over time, haven't they? Those kisses. Something... easier. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but... you don't doubt yourself as much when you kiss him, do you? ]
I love you. [ It's whispered softly and a little breathlessly as they part and prepare to meet again, within the secret space between their lips. Peppered with gentle, loving touches to his face as Allen tries to seek him out and catch his eye. ]
So much. [ So much, he can't even articulate it right.
Through the good memories and the bad both. And all the memories still to come. ]