[ Inadvertently, like most of their encounters, he saw him through a crisis without realizing it. Was that how their relationship developed? Him, one step behind, unaware of the deeper meaning behind their interactions? Allen, one step ahead, not minding the way he wandered off, finding another path that intersected with his? Maybe that's what drew him to Allen from the start. There was no script to follow. Just their feelings. A chance to 'be' without expectations. And if that was true, was he ever really behind?
You make me feel...
Too much. Fraying at the edges, he clings to him with every part of his being between frantic breaths. Squirming desperately in his arms when he attacks his ear, whispering words he's too far gone to understand. This time, he's the one squeezing his thighs around him, thrusting into his hand wrapped in the most delicate material he's ever known until something in him snaps, and he lets go.
Riding high on arousal, he draws on powers beyond his understanding and starts to tunnel a path straight for the stone made from his blood, unaware if he makes the connection before he implodes. A burst of cold fire ignites from his chest in two distinct lines. Burning fiercely against his cloak, Shouto engulfs Allen in a desperate yet tender embrace. Ardent and serene all at once.
Allen's attention prolongs the steady thrust of his hips, drawing out his orgasm until his head's abuzz with too many sensations. The heated mouth on his throat and bladed fingers at his back drag a breathy whine that expands the trail of flames dancing across his chest. Hungry lips seek his, urged on by a foreign craving surging through his veins. His fingers find him between cloak and fire. Slick and far too hard against his palm. ]
Your turn.
[ He whispers, still half-dazed and growing soft in his hands. No longer overstimulated, Shouto turns his attention back to Allen. Ever so gently, he pumps his cock in his hand. Slow and steady, skin slides against skin, matching the pace of his muddled mind. His lips find Allen's, kissing him delicately. Whispering his name over, and over, and over again, like a hymn of adoration. ]
Let go.
[ He whispers against his lips, engulfing him in white and red flames that burn lovingly against his Innocence. ]
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You make me feel...
Too much. Fraying at the edges, he clings to him with every part of his being between frantic breaths. Squirming desperately in his arms when he attacks his ear, whispering words he's too far gone to understand. This time, he's the one squeezing his thighs around him, thrusting into his hand wrapped in the most delicate material he's ever known until something in him snaps, and he lets go.
Riding high on arousal, he draws on powers beyond his understanding and starts to tunnel a path straight for the stone made from his blood, unaware if he makes the connection before he implodes. A burst of cold fire ignites from his chest in two distinct lines. Burning fiercely against his cloak, Shouto engulfs Allen in a desperate yet tender embrace. Ardent and serene all at once.
Allen's attention prolongs the steady thrust of his hips, drawing out his orgasm until his head's abuzz with too many sensations. The heated mouth on his throat and bladed fingers at his back drag a breathy whine that expands the trail of flames dancing across his chest. Hungry lips seek his, urged on by a foreign craving surging through his veins. His fingers find him between cloak and fire. Slick and far too hard against his palm. ]
Your turn.
[ He whispers, still half-dazed and growing soft in his hands. No longer overstimulated, Shouto turns his attention back to Allen. Ever so gently, he pumps his cock in his hand. Slow and steady, skin slides against skin, matching the pace of his muddled mind. His lips find Allen's, kissing him delicately. Whispering his name over, and over, and over again, like a hymn of adoration. ]
Let go.
[ He whispers against his lips, engulfing him in white and red flames that burn lovingly against his Innocence. ]