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[ A hand at Allen's lower back accompanies his words, and Shouto holds him like he wants to, no longer questioning his instincts. Allen's hand in his hair sustains that belief, like a soft embrace, it encourages him to press past his initial intent. Kisses turn wet, ringing a hitch from Allen that compels him to look up and catch a glimpse of his face that's obscured by the angle of his chin when he tips his head back. Lost in a curtain of silver, Shouto debates asking him about the sound when Allen answers for him.

He smiles into his throat, and the fingers at his lower back grip his jacket with more force. ]

Collar.

[ Is his only audible response, returning to his throat to follow through with his promise, spending considerable time at the crook of his neck, while he works on his tie. It loosens under his guidance and he gently slips it off, letting it drop between them, before moving onto the buttons of his jacket where he starts to undo them, one by one, working them between thumb and forefinger. ]

[ There's no jacket, he removes his long uniform coat along with his gloves and boots first thing when he gets home. His waistcoat and formal but sleeveless shirt are both button-up however, and as Shouto works methodically to undo his waistcoat and Allen wonders if he should help him or not, if he should help him out of his own jacket as well but finding the angle not good for it (except perhaps to remove his backplate if he hadn't yet? which Allen would softly chastise him for keeping on during dinner if that's something he does), his expression flickers suddenly in watching him. A pang of recognition hitting him.

Quietly undressing him, a heavy but gentle kind of intimacy thick between them-- It's like when he first brought him home with him almost exactly a year ago, helping him remove his clothes to bathe when his legs wouldn't work after dying. It's a different kind of intimate feeling now, but one that still hammers the memory home vividly and stirs butterflies in his stomach again. One button, two, three--

(Bringing him home...)

He leans in to kiss the crown of Shouto's head as it's bowed in focus, holding it for a poignant and sweet moment, before doing it again -- and then again. A gentle cascade of kisses wherever he can reach along his head and shoulders in the same methodic, calm tempo that he's unbuttoning his clothes with that are followed by light, appreciative touches.

There's no good angle at Shouto's jacket without making him stop, and right now what Allen wants is to encourage him so that will have to wait. He'll just continue to hold and kiss him in the meantime. ]

Chest? [ Soft and breathy by his ear, it sounds half guess and half request. A little anticipatory. ]

Edited 2023-04-20 16:53 (UTC)

[ No backplate. Next to Allen's jacket hangs his combat vest, metal wrist guards, and utility belt leaving him in his hero outfit and snow boots. Normally, he'd bathe before dinner, and dress in a yukata or sweats. During the day, he'd wear proper clothes, though not as meticulous with his outfit as Allen, he can put himself together quite nicely when he cares to.

Tonight, he ran late picking up the papers along with dinner, so he's in uniform still. If Allen means to remove it, he'll have to undo the metal clasp around his throat that houses a temperature sensor. He'll find the zipper a little stiff, made of high-grade material it's meant to stay in place during combat. It's a different experience than slipping a button between a stitched slit one-handed, a lot less smoother.

The last button get lost in the bunched material at his hips, and Shouto has to pull his mouth away from Allen's collar to find it. Looking down, he inadvertently gives Allen the perfect opening. Slow and meticulous, he finds the stray hidden in the folds of his waist coat, and slips off the last hold out with every intention of capturing his mouth in a kiss afterwards when those words are breathed in his ear.

He shivers, shoulder jerking slightly as the feeling travels down his back. Chest? Another question, but this time, he's not fooled by it. He looks up, teal and grey catching his eyes. ]

Chest.

[ He confirms, and capturing the waistcoat from the ends to lift it up over his head. ]

[ Their eyes meeting, Allen smiles softly finally at that, the little shiver and twitch he had for a moment there. Heart full of only the gentlest affection, he leans in kiss Shouto on the mouth sweetly in response. Sweetly, but not chastely. Not with such an undercurrent of youthful eagerness mixed with passion in wanting to tangle together and become breathless.

Vests like his don't get pulled over one's head once they've been unbuttoned, after all, so it doesn't get in the way of that. And Allen helps shrug it loose with a practiced roll of his bare shoulders, one pale and one marked up in scarlet red, without even needing to break the kiss so Shouto can pull it free and let it drop to the side. He's small and it's small, practically a scrap of clothing tailored exactly to him. It's not hard to take off --

-- although it might be a little harder with trying to kiss each other at the same time. And for a moment his arms get tangled up in it so they have to break apart so he can free himself, a soft and breathy sound like laughter hiding under his breath passing between them in the clumsy end to the kiss that has his lips curving in a smile. Until he frees himself while most likely needing his help and glances back to Shouto with such a sheepish but happy kind of look, head cocked to the side, and laughs gently.

Laughing at the silliness of it, but also so truly happily and lighthearted. Like they're sharing in some kind of secret, as he reaches for him again more playfully. ]

Edited 2023-04-21 01:32 (UTC)

[ Every breath belonging to him belongs to Allen as they drink in each other's sweetness. Warm and green like the forest that surrounds the home they built. Green like them, making their way through the springtime of youth, chasing a gallant love for the first time. And that smile, brimming with affection, coax his heart into an uphill race.

They kiss. Entangle limbs, and divulge themselves of all the trappings of society. First, the vest. A thin scrap of fabric joins the tie on the floor, as they follow the melody of their beating hearts. Shouto smiles into the kiss, breathing heavily between kisses as his heart turns into a frenzy that stutters at the sound of his laughter. He breaks the kiss to look up at him, catching how his entire face lights up like the night sky.

Enamored by that sound, Shouto hugs him tightly, his heart melting with love and affection. ]

You're beautiful.

Edited 2023-04-21 01:51 (UTC)

[ Ah... it makes something catch and clog in his throat when you look at him like that, you know? So many ways people have looked at him in his life, and the way Shouto does... It isn't like anyone else ever has. It touches something that makes his eyes mist every time, and it's hard for him to even pull apart way.

A little overcome, he clutches Shouto back in response and melts into that tight embrace. Cradling him to him with his fingers in his hair and legs fit around his hips, Allen's own loose hair a cascade around them both as all he can do for a moment is hold on while his heart hammers wildly through the thin material of his shirt. The papers from before now laying in a pile of slight disarray near the foot of the mattress. ]

I'm home.

[ He says it softly yet like someone would also swear a vow. Holding on so very tightly, and yet feeling so small in Shouto's embrace in that moment too.

Your home, like you're mine. ]

Edited 2023-04-21 02:29 (UTC)

[ The damp of his eyes wipes away every last doubt of his feelings. They simmer like a summer night, surrounded by curious, laughing breaths that melt the last inch of ice. Shouto cradles Allen to his chest, resting a tender arm over the small of his back stroking to life the embers of love. ]

Welcome home, Allen.

[ He whispers near his ear, like a secret told at night between lovers. ]

[ Home.

The whisper makes him shiver lightly and tuck closer, the mist in his eyes coming loose as he just turns his face to press their mouths together again in answer. In such a raw and sweet, utterly unhurried breath stealing kiss he takes his time with. Gets lost in exploring together until their hearts struggle to keep up, one hand sliding up Shouto's chest to rest warmly along his throat. Clever and overwhelmingly strong but delicate scarlet fingers fanned lightly along the vulnerable area, his thumb tracing along the line of his pulse. The hand he usually—at least when they first met—shied away from touching anyone with and kept gloved.

Allen finally breaks it then, the kiss, if just to trail another to the juncture of his jaw then, before breathing out softly by his ear in the soft gasps of labored breath. Whispering more secrets to each other as he fingers metal clasp at Shouto's throat lightly, his other hand snagged lightly into the edge of the jacket. ]

I want to help you with this too.

Edited 2023-04-21 03:26 (UTC)

[ What is not said is told in sweet luxurious kisses that rob him of his sensibilities. The avid exploration of skin leaves them foolishly obsessed with each other. Tender and provocative. They split apart to catch their breaths.

A cold chill slides over Allen's cheek as he tries to calm the churning heat. The hand at his jaw. The warm breath near his ear. Fingertips at his collar.

Shouto shivers, and frost clings to those soft silver strands near his mouth. ]

Allen...

[ He buries his face into the crook of his neck. ]

Do it.

[ Shouto...

Allen blinks for a second, momentarily a little concerned when his breath chills him like that before he realizes it isn't that something seems wrong. It still wakes him back up a little though, clears his head, and in response runs his other hand lightly down his back in a soothing fashion and holds him closer. Like something very precious, letting them both just breathe for a moment as he twists to press a kiss to the side of his head that isn't meant to stir passions, but to reassure and say "I'm here."

You're doing really well. ]

Okay. [ Said more gently, and his armored fingertips slide against the metal clip then. Undoing it with a simple scissoring pop like child's play, though he has popped his collar before more cheekily in the past, even if he has to nudge Shouto gently to sit back a little so he can actually reach the zipper and continue. He distracts him with kisses though, delicate and gentle ones along his cheek, brow, eyes, corner of the mouth— more to convey a quiet sort of adoration and affection as he works than to drown in.

Zippers and rough, stiff fabric aren't a problem to him despite his supposed era. One of Allen's own uniforms in the past was almost more zipper than cloth in some areas, and made of special heat and damage resistant material as well, scientific and alchemical feats of the Order. That said, he's also working blind and his fingers stumble from time to time. He's unhurried though, both in showing his adoration with those soft kisses and in helping to peel away the uniform, like this part too is something meant to be savored and remembered. Smoothing the fabric back with his palms and letting his hands map out the revealed skin with a quiet sort of sightless reverence. ]

[ Among the frost, his passions taper. His body responds to Allen's light touches, those inaudible words that gently bring him back down. He holds onto him while his quirk fluctuates. Red like the heat thrumming through his blood. Blue like the frost of winter morning that clings to the blades of grass.

He clings to Allen, arm wrapped around his waist, head buried in the crook of his neck. The pop of his collar audible in the silence between their breaths. The prod at his shoulder brings him back to himself and he sits up-right when he nudges him back because he knows he should not cling.

The night has not yet started.

The kisses are distracting, hiding the sound of the zipper. Shouto doesn't notice the fumbling as much as he remembers his lips, tender and warm, against his cool mouth. The frost is gone, melted with the first kiss. His eyes close, letting Allen work out the mechanics of the zipper, the last of which will need a smart tug to split the two halves revealing nothing but skin.

Nothing soft would ever survive his quirk, so wears no undershirt to ease the chafe of the material making it impossible not to notice when Allen runs his hands over the trek of skin. Muscles contract under his palms, and he breaks the kiss to reorient himself. ]

[ That the jacket is hardly a soft thing is a large part of why asked if he could remove it when he did. It can't be that comfortable, and he should feel comfortable. And because... it's like the back and forth in a dance. One of them takes a step into unfamiliar territory, and then the other takes a step as well.

Together. He just wants it to be something done together.

He stops when Shouto breaks the kiss, feeling him tighten up a little under his hands so he pulls back too, the jacket left open but still on his shoulders. Gently though, and Allen smiles very softly as his weight settles back onto his hips. Perched in his lap still, his expression warm and patient.

Content. ]

Are you alright?

[ He nods his head lightly, more for himself than for Allen. ]

I'm okay.

[ He'd grown used to the light touches to his hands and face, even his neck and shoulders. This was intimate and new. Similar to how he'd first felt when Allen first sat on his lap, and Shouto had to contend with all of him, everywhere all at once. He'd had trouble controlling his quirk ever since. ]

I didn't expect that.

[ He admits more for himself than for Allen. He was used to nudity, their bathes never bothered him, but this was different. Intimate in a way their bathes never got unless he counted that first night he brought him home when Shouto froze and boiled the water all at once and had to lift Allen to the ledge to keep from hurting him while he tried to control his reaction. ]

You... surprised me.

[ Surprised him?

Allen blinks for a moment, like that revelation surprises him, before he laughs. A light, happy kind of sound as the joy bubbles up from the flutters in his stomach, and he reaches out towards Shouto. To touch his cheek warmly, fondly, while smiling wide with his expression lightly flushed.

You see the irony, right? ]

A good kind of surprise? [ just checking ]

[ Properly chastised by the irony of it, Shouto nods silently. ]

A good kind.

[ He admits, cheeks lightly flushed. ]

You don’t usually… help me with my uniform.

[ He smiles more gently at that, expression softening as he watches him. The quiet and almost bashful kind of admittance, and finds something so special about the moment. Something so genuine.]

I like helping you with it. [ There's... a trust and intimacy about it. Similar to when Shouto's helped him undress and dress in the past when he wasn't able to himself, but the energy of this is different. A little electric instead of just calming.

And you should feel good too.

He leans in again, but just to kiss his cheek very softly. ]

I feel even closer to you, when we can do this for each other.

Oh.

[ He blinks, a little surprised by that answer, than the kiss that follows. ]

Did you… find that out, right now?

Edited 2023-04-21 20:13 (UTC)

[ Call him out, why don't you.

Laughing a little sheepishly, Allen ruffles a hand through his a touch self-consciously. Caught offguard. ]

Yeah. [ Ehe. ]

But I like it when you help me with mine too.

Edited 2023-04-21 20:21 (UTC)

[ As he said, you don’t normally help him out of his uniform. As in, he can’t remember a time before this that you did. Given that, it’s not a hard conclusion to come by; plus, he has no filter. You should know this by now, so his next question really should come as no shock. ]

You do?!

[ A little taken back by that answer, Shouto simply stares at him incredulously. ]

I thought you liked doing it yourself.

[ WELL... ]

It's a matter of context, you know! [ He waves his hands a bit. The mood!!! It has to be the right mood!!! ]

[ Still, he does have a point. And even though Allen crinkles his nose lightly at the turn the conversation took, he reaches for his hands more seriously then. Lacing their fingers together gently as his voice drops to something a bit softer and more private. Thoughtful. ]

But... I suppose that shows how comfortable I've become with you. [ He admits it so very softly, but pauses. Trying to find the words to explain something that doesn't fit well within them. ]

...It feels right, when you do. [ No, more than that: ] I want you to.

It feels special.

[ A drop in pitch is all that it takes to keep him from pursuing that line of reasoning. Shouto looks down at their hands. With the thin scars on his palm out of sight, his hand seems smooth and soft in contrast to the red carapace that covers Allen's hand.

His words open up another line of thought, he's only now realizing he'd missed all this time. ]

Were you uncomfortable before?

[ He asks, just as serious, voice taking on the same soft-spoken pitch. There are some things he wants to know, then there are others, he needs to. ]

[ A blink. Uncomfortable? ]

No, not at all! [ It's immediate and very adamant!! Don't you dare go down that route, he'll get the pillow!! ] I've always felt really comfortable around you!

It's just... new, you know?

[ He shakes his head. It's a product of his upbringing. Trained at a young age in solitude, and surrounded by adults who crooned and prodded at him, he grew a thick skin and a bland expression to keep his emotions in check. Few things made him uncomfortable. ]

A good new.

[ He confirms, not turning toward that line of thinking Allen is so afraid of, but uncovering something he never saw before, blinded by his inexperience. ]

Do new things make you uncomfortable?

Edited 2023-04-21 22:23 (UTC)

[ Reaffirming that it's good makes Allen relax a bit again, but the continued line of questioning causes him to look more thoughtfully at Shouto. What is it you're trying to ask about...? ]

It can take a bit to get used to, sometimes. [ He squeezes his hand softly, answering gently but seriously. Voice soft, his eyes downcast a little shyly on their hands. He shifts his fingers quietly against Shouto's, letting them dance together in a soft display of intimacy. ]

But I don't know... it's hard to really explain.

All I know is I'm happy you're the one I get to find out new things with.

Edited 2023-04-21 22:37 (UTC)

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