[ The flames surge against his cloak in a quiet furor that sets the the ragged feathered edges of it dancing in the flickering light. No longer trying to smother the fire the moment it no longer posed a threat, they interlace and dance instead. Like partners caressing, burning bright and moving in mutual give and take.
Somewhere, dimly in the back of his mind Allen is aware of the shift in Crown Clown. Aware even more starkly when for a moment it feels like his mind connects with what he sees in Shouto and that takes his breath away, not understanding it or the role of the earring in the moment. He's also just far too gone for it to really register, and he whines with force when Shouto's hand slips between them to grasp him directly this time. Mind going blank from an explosion of foreign pleasure as the claws at his back twitch for a moment, pressing hard thin lines against his skin that threaten that fine line between drawing blood or not, and the cloak rustles around them both. He'd let go of him with his other hand when his hips finally slowed, wondering in a disoriented moment if and how maybe he should clean his hand, forgot what he was doing when embraced and kissed as all he wanted to do was fall into him and kiss him back, and forgets everything all over again when he begins to pump his cock so lovingly. So maddeningly slowly. ]
Shouto— [ Allen gasps. Moans as Shouto squeezes him so gently in a way that has his eyes rolling back into his head. Slings his still-human arm around his shoulders somewhat clumsily to balance, and tries to kiss him back like he so dearly wants to but entirely lacks the coordination for it right now. Instead his stomach tight as he tries so hard not to strain against him in search for a firmer touch, but can't help but roll his hips in time with his hand. Chasing after the feeling.
I feel... like I'm splintering. But like I could keep splintering like this forever. Feeling almost suffocated by the welling of affection he feels at how gentle he's being, murmuring his name like it's a prayer and slowly working him over with such a loving and delicate touch that leaves him writhing for more and stuck just shy of a precipice. Breathless. Finding pace with his hand and thrusting into it as they both find a pace that's both far too slow for him and yet all he wants, and clumsily he tries to kiss him back without losing his coordination. Pants and whines with tiny jolts from his gentle attentions that he has no idea what to do with except ride on instinct.
I love you.
"Let go."
Allen blinks. Shudders. His breath coming out in a shaky whine as he holds on tighter, hips bucking harder into his hand with sudden uncoordination as what little pretense of restraint he had frays. ]
I— [ His voice cracks, muscles trembling and starting to unravel -- and fighting it. But if I do, I—
He chokes as his hand finds a way to grip him that has him scrabbling at his shoulders with a ragged cry. A breathy plea, finally, panting against his lips as his hips begin to work into his hand with more desperation and Crown Clown tightens up, spreading out behind him and squeezing them tighter in its embrace. ]
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Somewhere, dimly in the back of his mind Allen is aware of the shift in Crown Clown. Aware even more starkly when for a moment it feels like his mind connects with what he sees in Shouto and that takes his breath away, not understanding it or the role of the earring in the moment. He's also just far too gone for it to really register, and he whines with force when Shouto's hand slips between them to grasp him directly this time. Mind going blank from an explosion of foreign pleasure as the claws at his back twitch for a moment, pressing hard thin lines against his skin that threaten that fine line between drawing blood or not, and the cloak rustles around them both. He'd let go of him with his other hand when his hips finally slowed, wondering in a disoriented moment if and how maybe he should clean his hand, forgot what he was doing when embraced and kissed as all he wanted to do was fall into him and kiss him back, and forgets everything all over again when he begins to pump his cock so lovingly. So maddeningly slowly. ]
Shouto— [ Allen gasps. Moans as Shouto squeezes him so gently in a way that has his eyes rolling back into his head. Slings his still-human arm around his shoulders somewhat clumsily to balance, and tries to kiss him back like he so dearly wants to but entirely lacks the coordination for it right now. Instead his stomach tight as he tries so hard not to strain against him in search for a firmer touch, but can't help but roll his hips in time with his hand. Chasing after the feeling.
I feel... like I'm splintering. But like I could keep splintering like this forever. Feeling almost suffocated by the welling of affection he feels at how gentle he's being, murmuring his name like it's a prayer and slowly working him over with such a loving and delicate touch that leaves him writhing for more and stuck just shy of a precipice. Breathless. Finding pace with his hand and thrusting into it as they both find a pace that's both far too slow for him and yet all he wants, and clumsily he tries to kiss him back without losing his coordination. Pants and whines with tiny jolts from his gentle attentions that he has no idea what to do with except ride on instinct.
I love you.
"Let go."
Allen blinks. Shudders. His breath coming out in a shaky whine as he holds on tighter, hips bucking harder into his hand with sudden uncoordination as what little pretense of restraint he had frays. ]
I— [ His voice cracks, muscles trembling and starting to unravel -- and fighting it. But if I do, I—
He chokes as his hand finds a way to grip him that has him scrabbling at his shoulders with a ragged cry. A breathy plea, finally, panting against his lips as his hips begin to work into his hand with more desperation and Crown Clown tightens up, spreading out behind him and squeezing them tighter in its embrace. ]
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