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With lemon.

[ He agrees, dipping his head down to suck lightly at his throat without leaving a mark. He much prefers to cherish him for now, and runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of his braid as he's prone to do these days. ]

I'll make two.

[ One for Allen. One for Tim. With their appetites and penchant for sweets, he doesn't think one will be enough. ]

You can set the table this time.

[ His lips move to his collar, sucking lightly at the bone, leaving behind a chill when there'd been nothing but heat at his throat. ]

[ And here Allen thinks when he says two that means he gets a whole one to himself and they can share the other. Tim will be so delighted to have his own cake, especially if it's yellow like he is.

Part of Allen's reason for the request? Maybe. He's always loved Tim's bright yellow.

He breathes out as Shouto's mouth trails lower and his loose collar and necktie is nudged aside, revealing some of the large scar that bisects his torso as it spiders across the bone there, and Allen continues to lovingly card his fingers through his hair. Pulse picking up but lulled by the loving attention at the same time. ]

Mm. [ Content but still short of breath, he cranes to try and kiss the side of Shouto's temple as his head dips down again. He wants to kiss you too. ] Maybe we can get more of those bath bombs you fou— [ blink, stutter; gasp ] —oh..

[ Caught offguard, sucking on the collarbone itself has his stomach do a flip and pulls that soft, surprised squeak of a moan from him with a small jolt. Oh. ]

[ Shouto will only want a piece so he will get mostly a whole cake. Tim doesn't need to share, since Kizu doesn't eat. He's been reading the pastry book that was severely overpriced more often these days. He's tried a recipe or two, messing up here and there, but nothing like the time he mistakenly put in salt for sugar. Allen would have noticed that their salt is now distinctly pink for very particular reasons since Shouto tried his own debacle and nearly gagged.

Smooth skin soon gives way to tough and roughen skin, marking the familiar scar that ran from his shoulder down to his hip. He's grown used to the change in texture, finding it very Allen-like. Not that he has any other reference. But he's hero, and scars are part of their work. It doesn't deter him from loosening his tie to gain access to the stretch of textured skin, imparting a cold chill to leave an impression, before sucking on the skin with a mouth that swings from cold to hot in the span of a few moments.

When Allen cuts himself off, Shouto lifts his head up enough to catch his eyes. He knows exactly what cut him off. ]

Is this okay?

[ He can't even be upset about the salt cake because he's so happy you're at least taste-testing your own things now before you feed them to other people. Also he loves to watch people bake, especially if they're baking things for him. But when did you learn to do that????? Alternating cold and hot??? Is that on purpose???

He blinks, flushing. Stares. Breath a little more labored than he remembered it being a moment ago, and he shakes his head. ]

It's okay. [ Shifting to sit up a little to given them both more room, Allen reaches for his hands, so he might thread their fingers together, and bends down to kiss him then. Sweetly still but much more thorough and deeply, with the pent-up passion he just nudged awake within him. His breath comes in a small puff when he pulls back enough to look at him, long white hair falling forward around them from where his ponytail had been mussed. Still close enough for them to almost be kissing just to speak, his eyes are a warm and darker soft grey as he balances himself on his elbows. ]

I always like it when you kiss me.

[ It's not something he learned. It's his quirk. But with the way he looks at him, it's clear he's watching him for a reaction. He knows exactly what he did, but not how Allen will take it. It's rare for him to use his quirk on someone without reason.

His gaze follows him as he gets up, making no expression at the answer he receives, and preemptively loosens his grip on the back of his neck, letting go. He looks down when Allen takes his hand, and up again to search for a reaction when he's met with a kiss. Startled, it takes Shouto a moment to kiss him back, letting Allen take the lead. He's breathing a little heavy by the time Allen pulls back, and it takes Shouto a moment to follow his answer. Frowning, a little when he finally gets there. ]

Not the kiss. [ That's not what he was asking about. ] My quirk. I thought...

[ How to explain it. He'd gotten better at controlling it when they were together like this, but it required too much of his focus when he wasn't exactly focused. And even then, it still leaked out exposing Allen to the elements. It was only a matter of time before that exposure became too much. ]

If I give it an outlet. It might be easier to control.

Edited 2023-04-16 17:29 (UTC)

[ Oh, well.

Allen blinks for a second. ...And then again a second time as a slow, much more noticeable flush creeps up his neck as the seconds tick by. Asking him that sort of thing directly when he already tried to answer discreetly--

He ducks his head in a desperate attempt to not combust from embarrassment on the spot. ]

It feels nice. [ Said, muffled, against his neck. ]

[ It's because he didn't answer directly that Shouto has to make sure he's not misunderstanding. It's important. ]

Oh.

[ He blinks, looking a bit confused if a little surprised. He'll think about that answer a little more closely later. ]

Edited 2023-04-16 18:20 (UTC)

[ Right now, he still hasn't answered his question which earns Allen a very focused Shouto. Maybe it's a matter of not explaining himself well enough. Considering the incident with the papers, he's more than aware of his inadequacies. So, he tries for a more direct approach to avoid any misunderstandings. ]

I'm asking if it's okay if I use my quirk when we kiss. I have to balance my quirk which means alternating between cold and hot. If I need an outlet for fire.

[ He leans forward imparting a frosty kiss on his throat before pulling back, watching him closely for any reaction as a chilly mist drifts from his mouth. ]

It would feel like that.

Edited 2023-04-16 18:23 (UTC)

[ Your brazen lack of shame is going to be the death of him.

Thankfully Allen's head doesn't explode, and in fact he lifts his head up and looks at him so plainly and directly at that it's deadpan shades of "really?" But it's brief and fades. One of these days... ]

[ Still, he's expecting it this time to a degree when he leans in to set his mouth against his throat, but since he'd just said fire he was expecting heat, not cold and gasps lightly for it. Shivers, but quickly refocuses on Shouto with an expression that's much softer and more serious. ]

I know. [ Not that that was why he kissed him like that initially, although realizing it now it's actually really smart and a little amazing, but what he was asking. And he reaches for Shouto's hand with his, bringing it up between them so he brush his lips lightly against his knuckles. ]

I'm saying it's okay. That's part of who you are too, isn't it? [ His grey eyes flick up more strongly to Shouto's then, and he drops his hand so he can lean up to kiss his brow faintly. Beginning a rain of gossamer, impossibly fond kisses across his face as it's one of his favorite things to do. Patient and sweet. ]

When you first kissed me... it was with fire and ice too. [ Nose. ] Even if that was for a different reason that became too much. [ Cheek. ] But I still love that kiss, [ jaw ] not just because it was the first one.

It's also one of my favorites because it's so authentically you.

[ Lips. And he lingers there, softly in a very faint, sweet graze of a kiss before he pulls back to look at him. Allen's eyes brighten however, subtly but with a noticeably more lively spark, and he bumps Shouto's nose lightly with his own as his mouth curves in a playful smile. ]

But I might kiss you back a lot because of it.

Edited 2023-04-16 18:56 (UTC)

[ There is no shame. Maybe that's why he has no trouble holding that gaze, even if he doesn't understand it, less so when Allen starts kissing him. His eyes fall shut, feeling a flutter of warmth at the pit of his stomach at the shower of kisses across his face.

You're very distracting. He wants to say, mouth parting open when that reminder stops him mid-thought.

He couldn't restrain himself back then, and as a consequence, he tried to shut down his quirk whenever they were together. It worked until he realized throttling it only made it harder to control, forcing him to keep his head on straight when Allen made the feat increasingly more difficult as time went on.

Even as he listens, his words spark a realization that has him pulling back enough to look at Allen with a mix of hesitant interest. ]

Do you... like it? [ He asks. ] When I use my quirk?

[ Pot, kettle. You were so distracting before with your icyhot mouth on his throat he can't recall even now what they had been talking about. Not that he's complaining, mind you.

But that question makes Allen smile, a small little quirk of one that curves his mouth. He brushes some of Shouto's hair back and out of his face; expression softens at feeling the numb sort of chill tingle where he'd kissed him before. ]

That's what I've been trying to say. [ It's a softer, a low whisper. Just watching him as he continues to comb his fingers through his hair lovingly while laying against him in such a content manner. It bares the bloodstone cuff on his ear in the process, and runs his finger lightly along it as his eyes rest on the starburst pattern there.

Even putting aside what he had been embarrassed about before... ]

Maybe especially because I like being able to feel even closer to you because of it, too.

Edited 2023-04-16 19:48 (UTC)

[ Stunned. Shouto stares at him as if seeing him for the first time. His cheeks flush as heat pours out of him in waves. He knows - Of course, he knows! - Allen's feelings for him. But this... it's the first time he's understood his part in their dance. ]

Is it... distracting?

[ He asks. Shouto-speak for something he's starting to uncover, and unknown to Allen, more rides on that single question than he can understand.]

Edited 2023-04-16 20:11 (UTC)

[ Distracting? Allen blinks, caught offguard by yes, that, but moreso by and utterly amazed by the bright flush and spike in warmth. Why are you looking at him like that while asking him that?

He flushes a bit too, tongue-tied as he realizes why that might be, before he bites the inside of his lip lightly and smiles. Gaze flickering aside somewhat bashfully for a moment, before he meets Shouto's awe-touched stare again. ]

Only in a good kind of way. [ Something he admits softly and fondly, if a little shyly. ]

Good... kind of way...

[ If possible, more heat spills out in waves. But he needs to know, and he really sees nothing wrong with asking since the gym locker gets racier with Kaminari and Mineta a part of their class. ]

Do you mean...

[ He deliberately puts a heated hand on Allen's stomach. ]

Does it start there... and go down?

Edited 2023-04-16 20:58 (UTC)

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To his credit, Allen does not jump sky high and half out of his skin, nor immediately jump out a window. Or try to smother Shouto with a pillow. All things that, at one point, were highly possible. But the slow nature with which their relationship had progressed, especially physically, gave him time to come to terms quietly with his own feelings and never really hit a true panic wall. Just shy of it and being overwhelmed or hitting a landmine sometimes, but always two steps behind where Shouto's quirk would start to get the best of him first. The conversation was always about that then, not his own much less noticeable internal struggle. It's been good that way. It's let him come to terms with at least some of the things about himself at his own pace, without it ever really having come up as an issue. He's not stupid; he has reasons for being as repressed as he is, most of which exist because it's never really come up. When those reasons are confronted and he realizes they no longer apply, or it feels sillier to try and hold onto them now with how they feel for each other... It's such a strange moment of feeling a pillar of your world shift and change, but he's felt more solid and sure of himself for it.

After all, at the end of the day he always follows his feelings. Trusts in them when often there's little else he can understand. With Shouto, that feeling is I want to be with you and make you happy. And he isn't so naive as to think that was always going to be a perfectly chaste sort of thing. He's far too worldly for that.

That said... ]

Ah! [ Jolting with a squeak, it's only through a secondary realization a split second later that he should stay perfectly still that Allen holds himself rather precariously steady on top of him. Doing that so unexpectedly without any warning... If his ears weren't already on fire from what he was asking. ... wait, what was he asking. O-oh...

Amazingly, the saving grace is that Shouto asks everything so utterly innocently and doesn't have a shred of ulterior motive. Even if Allen still flounders in trying to find any answer at all, only half comprehending the question even, and just finds himself with a cotton mouth. Almost settles his hand over where Shouto has placed his, and then decides rather violently against it. ]

That's, ah... [ don't squirm don't squirm don't squirm...

Is this conversation actually real? Because it doesn't seem that way and he's a little lightheaded. But he lets an anxious breath out along with the last illusions he was holding on to, and lets his fingers brush along Shouto's arm lightly. Voice drops, becoming a little softer. ]

That's... part of it, I think?

Edited 2023-04-16 22:11 (UTC)

[ Unlike Allen, Shouto has no such qualms. He's straightforward and comes from a modern culture where sex education is taught in primary school. It helps that same-sex couples were not foreign to him even if it was frowned upon by the media. Or that he could care less what the media thinks after they deliberately ignored his family's plight for years.

It also helps that he likes Allen, not just as a friend. In the last year, he's had to recontextualize much of what he's ignored in the past. Even in passing, he had no interest in the subject with more urgent concerns taking up his time. It was different now, and he had no one to turn to ask except Allen himself.

But, the moment he jolts at his touch, Shouto thinks he's made a mistake. He snatches his hand away, stunned surprise flickering across his face. Did he burn him? Worry instantly mars his expression, and he shuts down. Even when he finds no scorch marks on his jacket, the waves of heat stop abruptly, and Allen's answer loses its meaning in the aftermath. ]

Did I hurt you?

Edited 2023-04-16 23:05 (UTC)

[ Oh--

Blinking first at the suddenness of how he recoils, Allen's brows knit together and his expression softens in sympathetic recognition. He thought he hurt him?

His own anxieties and hesitation melts away in an instant, and without saying a word at first he just shakes his head and reaches out for the hand he jerked away. To catch his wrist gently and bring his hand up to his face, so he can press his lips so very softly to his palm and the texture of the light scarring there. Very slowly and purposefully, and nuzzling his hand lightly thereafter. ]

No, I'm fine. [ His eyes flicker down to meet Shouto's, voice soft as he speaks gently against his palm. Steady and not so flighty, and he tips his head lightly into the contact like one might a loving touch and lets his eyes close peaceably. ]

You surprised me a little... that's all.

[ His muscles bunch up when Allen tries to sway him to touch his cheek, and in what might be the first time since they've met, Shouto resists his hold, snatching his hand back to his chest where his fingers bunch up against the fabric of his uniform made specifically for him. His eyes flick down to his stomach again, yet the absence of burn marks fails to erase that strained look or ease that white-knuckled hold. ]

I should have asked.

[ He manages in the softest tone. ]

Edited 2023-04-18 00:45 (UTC)

[ It hurts, honestly. The way he pulls his hand back so quickly and looks so hurt; seems to blame himself so much for something that isn't even bad.

It hurts because Allen recognizes that feeling, like someone reliving a past mistake, and it makes his heart twist. ]

Shouto... [ His voice is soft even if his expression is conflicted, wanting to reach out but knowing better after he pulled away, and he just leans forward a little to draw close and emphasize his point. ] You don't have to ask anymore.

[ Didn't you admonish him about that before? Asking permission to touch or to hold. Allen hesitates for a moment, trying to find the words in very new and unsure waters that leave him a little out of his depth, and bites the inside of his lip lightly. ]

Surprises... can be good things too. Even if they're a little surprising at first.

[ But it doesn't feel like enough, and he decides rather quickly before he's even fully considered what he's decided. Voice soft and earnest, eyes clear and certain. ]

Touch me?

[ The white-knuckle hold on his zipper loosens slightly. He nods but doesn't let go, even when Allen explains. He tries to force the feeling down, but that initial panic he'd felt moments before still holds him in its grip.

Still, he tries to ignore it. Works through the feeling, throat a little dry at the request ]

.... where?

[ He reaches out to touch his cheek gently at that, letting his palm rest so very lightly but warmly against the contours of his face. Slowly and delicately, like one might with a skittish animal. Plainly: ]

Wherever you want.

[ But, a pause. ] Here...

[ Voice soft and low still, like speaking in secrets, and keeping his eyes directly on Shouto's, he reaches again for his wrist quietly and purposefully. Easy to break away from if he balked again, waiting for him to relax if he tenses again, and brings it up to press his palm lightly to his chest. Just under the loosened collar and over his heart where it beats with the strong as it always does, but fast and a little erratic, skin warm even through the thin and well-worn layers of his shirt and waistcoat. ]

When you're warm I know you're happy... and when you're hot and cold both, I know you're probably feeling as affected as I am.

[ A light tug to warn him first, and he encourages his hand to move a little lower to his stomach, near where he'd first reached, and he leans down then to kiss the crest of his cheekbone lightly. A simple, soft and sweet press of lips. ]

All of that makes me happy too, so please don't feel like you have to pull away.

[ Allen will find the skin underneath his palm cold, like a brisk autumn day. Gone is the outpour of heat and confidence from minutes before. This time, Shouto doesn't pull away, caught by those molten eyes filled with secrets he barely understands.

That grip on his cold wrist feels like being led out to sea. He follows his voice, eyes set squarely on Allen as he sets his hand over a beating heart that follows an erratic beat.

Was he... nervous? He knows it's not fear from the soft look in his eye and gentle hold.

The mere notion catches him off guard, and for a moment, he starts to relax, failing to realize where exactly Allen means to take it. Instincts have him resisting, dragging his wrist back, even as his eyes close at the unexpected kiss he imparts on his cheek. ]

I--I don't want to hurt you.

Edited 2023-04-18 02:55 (UTC)

[ The irony is, he has hurt him before too. Several times with unintentional burns, though much of that is also on Allen throwing himself headfirst at him even when he knew he might get burnt. Once with spears of ice that made him bleed out faster than Crown Clown could staunch the wounds, even if he had already been on death's door from his other injuries. For all intensive purposes, Allen should absolutely be the one more gunshy at the idea of that happening again. Especially as they become more intimate and that might... hurt a lot...

But he isn't. Rationally he knows that probably he should be, but that isn't how he feels, and so he just tips his head slightly to press another kiss softly against his temple. ]

Haven't you been working hard not to?

[ It's said with a small, loving nuzzle to the side of his face, where Allen realizes the bloodstone band there and kisses that too. He doesn't try to fight him or force his hand when he tenses and resists, but he doesn't let go either. ]

I trust you.

[ He remembers every burn. The spikes of ice. All in combat when neither of them was in full control. He could forgive himself for those. Aware that he wasn't fully to blame, but the rest?

The rest was all him. The parallels impossible to ignore then. He thought he could overcome it, but one false move and the truth was exposed, impossible to unsee. ]

I was using you.

[ A soft admission, head lowering, away from the delicate kisses, he didn't deserve. ]

I shouldn't have done that.

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