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[ He can guess what that silent look is about, and just smiles softly if a little apologetically in response. He didn't mean it to brush aside his feelings, but... he doesn't know what to say in response to that, either. Other than I don't want you to feel like it's a race or about the destination... and sometimes I feel like I'm the one who needs to catch up with you on some things. But--

If you feel like it is, I'll wait.

He bites the inside of his lip lightly at the admittance though, thoughtfully, as there's a pleasant flutter in his chest. Being wanted, after all, being wanted for yourself and invited a place...

...being wanted and knowing your existence can bring another joy...

Allen sits back up, hips shifting as he straightens and brings his hands up to cup Shouto's face gently. Tipping his chin up ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss him, soft and unhurried. ]

I'm here. [ It's a promise gently whispered into the kiss. His eyes hooded by lashes heavy and white as drifts of snow, and Allen presses another tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]

Because what I want... [ Another kiss, sweet and warm, just under his eye as fingers along his jaw lightly encourage Shouto to turn his head just so. The air around them feeling fragile and gentle as his own heart flutters with the butterfly exhilaration. ]

It's you, too.

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[ Every moment is a seed that, with proper care, will one day grow into a memory. Every intimate encounter, physical or of the soul, has become a precious memory. A gift he treasures. More than the river that runs through their home or the surrounding woods. He's insistent, in his folly, because he wants to understand how to keep those seeds growing, afraid of watching them go dormant.

The face he finds when looks up is one he cherishes. If he were blind, he'd cherish his voice. This time when they lock eyes, he gets lost in the silver light. Their lips meet, and it feels like a memory born, a tender moment.

I'm here.

Another whispered secret. He can't keep track of them all. This time, he doesn't try to understand. He accepts the gift with humble hands, and as the last whisper finds its way through the haze of their kisses, his fingers grip his hips, not leisurely, but to make their presence known.

I'm here, too.

He turns his head where Allen wants him to without an ounce of resistance. Yielding himself, the way he would never do for another, in a rare show of trust. Not rare for Allen, but anyone else.

His eyes close, against his lips, his heart filling with affection. His skin grows hearted from it, and ice blooms in his blood to keep the balance. ]

I want... [ He says between kisses. ] Can I--

Your shirt?

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[ There's a soft and shaky exhale when his fingers tighten on his hips, a little shiver, and Allen kisses him more insistently then. Puts his soul into it as his heart swells and feels a little more complete, understanding that sentiment on the most basic of levels. Acceptance and togetherness. Acknowledgement.

Joy in each other.

His shirt? He nods, a little distracted, but unwillingly to depart as his lips ghost over Shouto's this time. ]

Mm... [ It's a quiet affirmative hum, pressing their lips together like a sweet sort of promise then. Lingering to make the point, remembering the rhythm of their dance before, and feeling how Shouto first heats up and then cools again. It's not a yes, but...

More than that.

He pulls back just enough to look down at him properly then, silver eyes soft and sure as they lock onto his mismatched ones with an almost ethereal kind of calmness. ]

Please.

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[ How wonderful it is to be understood. Without words, Shouto reads the heady embrace tempered with affection and promise. They go slow even if their hearts thunder in their chests caught in each other's orbit. Teal and grey meet solid grey.

Please. ]

I want to touch you after like you did with me.

[ He asks, stating his intentions from the start, needing that spoken between after everything that's happened. ]

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[ It's such a sweet thing to ask about and even if it isn't surprising, it is touching, bringing a light flush of color to Allen's face. But he smiles in response, small and shy little curve of one, warming as he caresses Shouto's cheek lovingly and relaxes against him. Wholly comfortable in his arms and in the request, and keeping his gaze fondly.

Good. ]

I want you to do that too.

[ You do?

There's a silence that follows his words. Gaze on him, seeking clarity, he takes in the sentimental smile accompanied by the warm caress of his cheek and this time, he keeps his thoughts to himself; accepting them at face value.

He nods quietly at him, once and nothing more, his attention straying to the thin shirt. He's never been shy about touching Allen, every hesitation derived from a perceived misstep. Here, he has consent, clearly given, and wastes no time to reach for the shirt and slip it off. Slow, as not to snag an unexpected limb. Slow, because he doesn't want to surprise him. The shirt comes up over his shoulders with assistance from Allen, and Shouto drops it with the growing pile.

Sitting on his lap, shirtless, Allen looks anew. It's in that thought that he realizes they've never been like this before. Always, their clothes stayed on, and when they came off, they stayed in their designated spots in the bath. He's seen Allen a great many times half-hidden in water usually to his shoulders. This is the first time, he's gotten a close-up glimpse of him without a layer of water. The scar bisecting him from shoulder to hip is in stark display hiding nothing of the true nature of the injury.

Someone tried to cut you in half. In a violent, unforgiving manner.

Shouto lays a hand on the top of his shoulder. Lets his fingers explore the raised flesh, gently rubbing the skin in a tender manner. Slow and steady, his palm trails down from collar to chest in the same manner. Midway through his chest, his mouth starts to curve, a fond look in his eyes when he reaches his stomach. Endless, he thinks, and yet your so thin. Three portions, he'd allocated to him, and doubts he'd gain any weight even if he added a fourth. He's smiling fully by the time he reaches his the belt of his pants and keeps staring a moment longer as if debating going further before looking up. ]

How did that feel?

[ How naive and modern to think he dresses in anything that comes off as easily as just slipping over his head, Shouto-- he wears a waistcoat and a tie, so the shirt is formal white and a button-up too. Even if it is sleeveless... it's his own custom design for preferring formality but needing the use of his arms in a fight without risking ripping things. Don't look at him like that, ripping things is expensive.

If he tries to lift that over his head Allen will laugh softly, probably get stuck, and show him the buttons. There are only a handful at least and he helps, kissing the top of Shouto's head as he works and shrugging it off with his aid more easily than he had with the vest. Enjoying themselves in even such a simple thing that at first it doesn't even hit him that he's shirtless in his lap now, not until Shouto lays his hand on his shoulder.

He blinks then, expression becoming both gentle and a little transfixed, and watches as he starts to explore. Breath hitching lightly from time to time as he traces one of the spidering scars that bleed off from the cut through his torso, his stomach quivering when he reaches it as he jitters under the attention and sucks it in, but his attention is squarely on Shouto. On watching his face as he follows the line of the scar down, and being utterly enchanted by the small smile that graces it. It pulls him in entirely, finding it so baffling and so amazing. Making something intimate so utterly beautiful.

What are you thinking?

It isn't the first time he's looked down to see Shouto face to face with his scars, and it left a funny feeling in his stomach even then. There were the times he helped him undress after he had died as well. When Allen had clung to him, naked, after washing back ashore. But... the atmosphere was so heavy then, and there were so many other loaded things that had just happened. Scars and the baring of them, even one like this, barely registered. There's another angry-looking scar on his stomach as well, like someone had punched a hole through him and some sort of infection had spread across a large swath of his stomach from it, and it too goes straight through to his back.

It's also exactly where the feathers had been when they had been trapped in the dream reality of Allen's world, where Crown Clown had manifested from and attacked Shouto when it thought he was killing him.

Even if most of the nerves where he's scarred are still deadened, it's all he can do to hold himself in check though, to not jolt this time or shake at the sometimes ticklish route his hand takes, or the way he wants to squirm when he moves down his abdomen and towards his belt. He does a little--squirm with his breath stuttering in a slight pant, and his self-consciousness spikes when the other keeps looking down at his belt to the point where his nerves are almost frayed enough to interrupt--but Shouto speaking is like permission for Allen to move finally, and his hands are a little shaky as he brings them up to cup his face again. Touches his jaw and face lovingly in a series of amazed, featherlight touches as he looks at him like it's the first time, like he's absolutely beautiful and Allen's mesmerized, and his thumb runs over his lip. His voice is soft, but he almost stumbles over the words. ]

You can touch me more if you want to.

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[ Formal down to the last piece of clothing. It makes him wonder what he wears under his pants. Boxers? Shorts? Long-johns? A jockstrap? That last one quickens his pulse, and he looks up smartly, catching sight of the buttons, and quickly busies himself with them. He wasn't lying when he said he wasn't uncomfortable with the new things they did, but he did need a moment to figure out his feelings, and right now, he knows exactly what they are. While Allen enjoys helping him, Shouto finds himself fumbling with the buttons, growing warm by the time they remove them.

Catching sight of the scar settles his nerves, and his emotions swing in the opposite direction, like a pendulum on a string. They switch positions. Allen's breath catching, while Shouto regains his composure and cools down to normal temperature. He stops his exploration a few times, his eyes shifting up to look at him. He never asks a question, simply watches, keeping his thoughts to himself, the opposite of how he'd handled their earlier conversation, opening up to explain himself. This time there is no explanation, only a quiet question that's never uttered aloud.

The second scar, going straight through his stomach, yields a longer exploration. It's rare for him to see this one. The waters cover it completely when they bathe together. It's the same place where those frenzied feathers came, the ones that attacked him, leaving thin scars on his palms. He wants to ask about it but stays his tongue. His answer, again, is not an answer at all. He's noticed that about him. The way he evades questions, most of the time. He lets it go, focusing his efforts on Allen's reaction instead. The way he fidgets like he's uncomfortable. His breathing goes uneven, and his hands shake when they hold him.

His smile fades. What's wrong?

And again, his words don't match his actions, and just as quickly as it comes, it's gone, like a pendulum swinging left. Allen warms to him; feather-light touches erode his concern but fail to put him at ease. ]

Touch me instead.

Edited 2023-04-22 06:06 (UTC)

[ For once, Allen's non-answer answer isn't for trying to be evasive, but... because he simply forgot to answer properly. Too enchanted and swept up in that moment to realize it.

His answer to that request is immediate though. A quietly stunned and awed sort of look, eyes dilating briefly as that registers, and then Allen sweeps in to press his mouth to his like someone lost finding the light. All-consuming and sweet as he winds his arms back around his neck and lets their bodies press together, chest-to-chest and belly-to-belly in a new and heady sort of skinship that leaves him a little dizzy from the unexpected warm intimacy of it. It feels... whole, and even the kisses feel new and transformed. Something he intended to be brief, but slows to let them explore each other's mouths more thoroughly as he -- as they both -- get used to such full body contact. That sort of embrace--

Allen loses his breath faster than usually, having to take a ragged and affected breath by his ear as he tries to collect himself, and just clings on for a moment with a small shiver. ]

Shouto...

[ It feels like coming home, holding each other like this.

His hands smooth across his collar and shoulders then, pushing the opened jacket back, before Allen breaks away finally. Meeting Shouto's eyes wordlessly first in a soft and slightly hazy look of confirmation, he drops his head in a curtain of silver that hides his face to press a kiss against part of his shoulder he just revealed, wanting to "touch" that way. Not to explore and feel his skin and the planes of muscle but under his hands, but try to convey what's in his heart in the way that just makes instinctive sense to him.

He presses another kiss against his chest a little lower, just under his collar and sucking on his collarbone for a moment first like Shouto had done with him before. But he pulls lightly at the jacket as he does, until the fabric strains at the shoulders -- this first -- and fumbles to try and help him pull it off. ]

[ Delicate thunderous hearts find their step in an all-consuming dance that takes his breath away. The arms that wind behind his neck dislodge the memory of his mother's shaking hands before putting on a brave face for him, and he lets himself sink into the kiss. A sweet attentive exploration. His pulse settles into a slower beat, no longer hesitant.

You're beautiful.

He thinks, drinking up the taste of him with languid kisses. Their bodies press together, skin-to-skin. Intimate in a way they've never been, he warms underneath him as his open jacket skims against his sides, revealing a broad well-muscled chest.

Unfocused eyes flutter open, called to attention by the sound of his name and the heat of his hands. They focus a second later, looking up at the hazy eyes that meet his briefly in confirmation. Shouto nods. Touch me. And Allen drops his head, sending that volume of hair sliding against his naked chest to press a kiss on his shoulder. He shivers underneath him. Another kiss. Lower this time, accompanied by the sensation of his mouth. His breath catches this time, his mouth falling open to take a gulp of air as his lashes fall close to handle the sensation better. ]

That. [ He says between stuttered breaths. ] Feels good.

[ And as if searching for a way to ground himself, Shouto blindly reaches out to cradle Allen to him, settling his hands on his waist, and letting his palms map out his sides. His jacket gets in the way of his exploration when Allen tugs on it to get it off, grabbing his attention. He sits up a little straighter, looming over Allen. For a moment, his arms get trapped in the material, halfway down his arms, and Shouto leans forward to help Allen pull it down the rest of the way when he finds himself precariously close to his ear, and kisses him just under the lobe, sucking lightly at the skin there. ]

[ He's just helped pull the jacket free of his arms, mournfully having to stop the exploration of his chest in order to properly do so, when Shouto leans down to find that spot under his ear. It catches him offguard and pulls a very soft moan from him, surprising Allen a little too, and he forgets what he was doing for a moment. He remembers and drops the jacket over the side to join the small pile of his own clothes, heavy in contrast to how light his own are, and turns his head to catch Shouto's mouth with his own. Sweet and hot, his own temperature steadily rising despite the cool air, and he sits back a little to have a better angle that doesn't bend his neck. Leaning up into it and trying to encourage him to drink him in too. ]

Good. [ He says it so very softly though, whispered in a gentle and content manner against his lips, and then kisses him again more tenderly.

Free to explore now, his hands skim up along his sides. Ghosting over the ridges of obliques, he lets his palms spread against his chest. Smooth and much broader than his own, not marred by scars, his hands wander for a moment in being uncertain where to go, what would feel good. Pressing lightly against the warmth of his skin and feeling reassured in knowing what that means, his fingers skim along in trying to "see" and map out the planes of him without needing to look or stop kissing him, trailing his lips more sweetly along his chin and jaw if he needs to break away to catch his breath or gasp.

One hand warm and human, soft, the other scarlet and running a little hotter than the rest of him. Harder, even the softer unarmored pad of the fingers, but smooth and strangely soft-seeming like polished marble -- and something he is infinitely mindful of and gentle with. Especially as, accidentally at first, his fingertips skim over the small pebbled texture of nipples.

Was that--? Oh.

Hesitating at first but also curious, torn between trying to kiss him and a twist of curiosity that has his pulse picking up a little, he presses against them more firmly a second time. ]

[ The sound he pulls from Allen derails his thoughts entirely. He swallows thickly trying to make sense of his scattering feelings that are more sensation than thought. Allen recovers first, removing his jacket before capturing his mouth which kickstarts his mind. The contrast between his human and armored hand is a welcomed assault on his senses. Easily overwhelmed by his emotions, Shouto takes a few breaks between kisses to catch his breath and ground himself. He consciously cools himself. Too much and he'll start breathing frost. Too little and waves of heat pour out. In combat, it didn't matter if ice crept up his cheek and the heat only kept his enemies at bay. It's a unique experience he's only shared with Allen.

The whispers have become part of the dance, and Shouto answers with a kiss. Free of his jacket, he settles his hands back on his waist and follows in Allen's footsteps, letting his hands skim up his sides, and back down again, touching every inch of skin he can manage. It's an experience of its own, soft flat skin versus the ridges of scarring that take up almost half his torso, split in half by design with less precision than him.

Allen explores the planes of his skin with more delicacy than Shouto. Soft human fingers skim over him. It's nice and blends into the background of their languid kisses that sometimes break for Allen to explore his jaw and Shouto the back of his ear, nosing into the volume of hair that feels luxurious against his shoulder. The only thing that drags him out of his exploration is the unexpected drag of marble fingers across the hard muscle of his chest. In the back of his mind, he's aware of what Allen is doing, so it comes as no surprise when he drags those unarmored fingerpads across his nipple. What is surprising is the spike of heat that makes his shoulders jolt, and his mouth goes slack.

He forgets to breathe for a second, his burning chest reminding him to exhale a moment later. His breath comes out heavy and cold, drifting into the crook of Allen's neck, while Shouto consciously cools himself down to control a surging heat. ]

That... was different.

Edited 2023-04-22 18:01 (UTC)

[ The hands that map out the tapestry of scarring along his back and sides -- not just the two most obvious and recent ones but what's already a lifetime of smaller, faint bullet nicks and faded gouge wounds from battles past all over him, some fresh if not egregious ones that are the result of being one who fights and tries to save beasts in the headlong manner he does near every day -- have Allen needing to break to catch his breath too. Trying to suck it in in soft, breathy sounds against his ear as Shouto nuzzles at and explores that spot behind his own that made something inside him melt a little, shivering a little in a way that would be hard to misinterpret as his smaller and slender body curves lightly and responds under every touch and he returns with an eager, welcoming kiss every time.

When he feels a wave of cold sweep through him in contrast to the increasing heat between them, he takes a moment to breathe then too. Kiss Shouto's cheek and just let them calm down a little, and realize in that hazy moment just how much his sensibilities have eroded. When he jolts and the heat coming off him spikes for a moment the instant he trips a finger across that tightened bundle of nerves though--

Oh.

Allen blinks, and quickly wraps one arm around his middle to cradle him close. Staring at the back of his head in some awe as he feels Shouto try to cool himself down and hide his face against his neck. Oh...

His pulse picks up another notch and threatens a sheen of sweat.

He kisses his hair gently though, stroking a hand down his back soothingly even as his own mouth feels a little dry. Maybe the heat is getting to him too. ]

Good... different? [ He sounds hopeful but a little unsure, his left hand still trapped between them against his chest. Stilled, but... delicately rubbing against the hardened flesh more slowly this time. Experimental. ]

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[ It takes him a moment to get used to the sensation before he answers after a cool exhale. They were experimenting, he knows, and adds: ]

That never happens when I -[ Touch myself? More like when he scrubs himself down before a bath. ] - do that.

[ He affirms more for himself than Allen, trying to sort out the sensation from what he's felt before. ]

I liked it. [ He's honest with himself and Allen, kissing his neck to emphasize the point. ] I think the difference is you.

Edited 2023-04-22 19:26 (UTC)

[ It's funny, he's not ignorant and has heard more talk in the back halls of brothels than anyone his age should -- or any age -- and willfully blocking it out only actually blocks out so much, but the notion that could feel good for guys too... missed him entirely.

He flushes a little as Shouto explains, feeling a little jittery and lightheaded still. Allen slips both arms around him to hug him to him though in what seems like a sudden surge of affection, burying his face against his neck and running his hands along his back tenderly, just appreciating the intimate contact for a moment. How warm and solid Shouto is, and it's funny how despite the fact they're nearly the same height... he feels so much larger than him, to embrace like this. ]

Can I try something?

[ Trying, and failing, to quell the little bubbles in his stomach. ]

Edited 2023-04-22 20:01 (UTC)

[ Ironically, Allen probably has heard more than Shouto himself. His knowledge comes straight from gym-locker gossip from teenage boys who pretend they have a clue. He's never been interested in any of it, so he probably knows less than Allen. The difference is he's more willing to examine the physical sensation and his feelings about it.

Maybe that's why he's a little surprised by Allen's reaction. The way he flushed and buries himself in his chest. Do you need a moment too? Shouto hugs him, rubbing his back affectionately while he kisses on the top of his head the way Allen does for him sometimes.

You know, he is quite a few kilos more than you. There is physically more of him, and not by a small margin considering they are practically the same height. This is why he keeps debating about that fourth portion, you know.

The question comes unexpectedly, and Shouto debates asking what it is he wants to try out sheer curiosity, but it's not what he wants to try that matters but that he wants to which settles the debate for him. ]

I'll start cooling down.

[ He says in response, already anticipating his response. It's not that hard to guess how he'll respond. ]

[ There's so very, very much he knows from unwillingly overhearing questionable older men that he has tried so very, very hard to scrub from his head. He's used it as a general rule of thumb for everything to never do or be, but now has to wonder if maybe there might have been parts of it that aren't terrible advice.

... nah. Definitely still terrible. Better to figure it out on his own.

He definitely won't say no to that fourth portion though.

But the response has Allen looking up thoughtfully at him, a small smile curving his lips, before he leans in to kiss him sweetly. Enjoying the calm between them too. ] Okay.

[ His hands skim lightly down his sides again, tracing out the lines of muscle from back to abdomen, and he drops his head to place a kiss to the center of his chest with the same gentle, loving sort of kiss. ]

If it's too much, I'll stop. [ It's a sweet promise murmured against his skin, fingers fanned out alone his sides, and then he drops a little lower to continue kissing along his breastbone, nudging Shouto to lean back a bit in the process to give him room. It means he has to scoot back a little too, his hair threatening to get in the way as it hangs down around his face and slides against Shouto's chest, but he keeps paying loving attention down the line of his sternum with delicate attention from his lips.

An indirect path down his chest and following the expanse of it over to the side he didn't pay as much attention to, where he hesitates only slightly. Warm breath that's exhaled a little shakily washing over his skin, before he leans in and sets his mouth against his nipple, sucking lightly. Pulling him closer into an embrace in the same motion. ]

[ Too much? Now, he's very curious about what he means to do. A feeling that's amplified when he's nudged back a bit forcing him to set one hand down on the reading nook to keep himself upright at this angle. He really needs to expand this area to fit two comfortably, not that Allen is taking up any more space than him sitting on his lap. ]

....

[ The thought quickens his blood the more he thinks about it, or maybe it's the combination of silken hair sliding down his chest or the lips against his chest. He heats up as Allen makes his way down, his lips soft and light like a feather. It makes his heart fill with affection and he wants to kiss him until their both breathless.

He does a good job of keeping still, not completely, but enough to keep Allen from stopping until he feels a wet tongue on his nipple and the contrast against the heat of his mouth has him jerking lightly. Another small gasp escapes him and he looks down at the top of Allen's head, his hair hiding his ministration but Shouto can feel them all the way to his toes. His stomach muscles contract as Allen continues to test his control. ]

It's not-- [ He gulps, skin flushed. ] It's not too much, yet.

[ He tells him, even if a cool mist escapes his mouth, and his fingers dig into the mattress. ]

[ Oh.

That gasp, the way he buckles under him -- it makes Allen's heart squeeze and utterly derails any other thought he had, gone with any sort of hesitation. A thin but strong scarlet arm wraps securely around Shouto's waist as an anchor and Allen presses closer too, chest flush with his stomach as he rolls his tongue against the bead of texture that has his fascination.

You're incredible.

He lifts his head to check on him when he speaks though, a quick look through his disorganized fluff of bangs. It makes him bite his lip a little, finding something so... raw about it, so beautiful and intimate as he struggles to maintain control, and feel a little overwhelmed. Wondering how it's possible that it makes him love him even more, and makes his heart feel so full that he feels like he might cry.

He drops his head again, taking his nipple back into his mouth to suckle on it very lightly. ]

Mm... [ You're doing really well. It's a soft affirmative hum, calm, not needing or having the ability for more words than that right now. Exploring him less experimentally and tasting with tongue and mouth more thoroughly in an even, loving pace. No hurry. Letting him try to get used to it for another moment or two, slowing down if he starts to squirm, pressing closer when he gasps, before he releases him again and shifts.

Not to sit back up though, but to press another kiss low on his sternum. Calmly and tenderly, like whispering another promise against his skin, before he bends a little lower and begins to kiss along the edge of his abdominals. ]

[ Years of training have prepared him to take a punch to the gut and get back up, but he's woefully unprepared for feather-light kisses that almost feel like a twisted training session that leaves him eager for a second round even before it's done. He doesn't know what's worse, Allen's mouth, hot and wet, or his hair sliding like a tortuous tease. He keeps himself still for that reason, but Allen's movements do more than enough damage on their own. ]

Allen.

[ He's resorted to breathing through his mouth, shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath. If he'd had more experience he'd handle it better, but there's never been anyone else but Allen. ]

You're - [ a breath ] - very good at this.

Do you. [ He's staring at the ceiling, neck stretched up, trying to keep himself cool. ] Want to continue. Or do you--

[ His stomach muscles contract under the attention of his mouth, and he exhales audibly, keeping himself in check. ]

--want to switch?

[ He finishes breathlessly, not sure if he wants him to stop. ]

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[ He can be very good at things that rely on instinct when he doesn't get in his own head, already in tune with trying to listen to people and read them. Sadly... he usually is too caught up in his own head and hesitates. Second guesses. Edits himself. Rejects his own wants. At least with something like this. But it's like a switch flipped in him, and that all got a lot easier.

I just want to adore you. There isn't anything to be shy about with that. It's ridiculously simple when you think about it, really.

So the way Shouto's breathing gets heavier and the way his muscles twitch under the attention of his lips tells him to keep going, to keep kissing him and using his mouth to find how he likes to be touched. To pay respect and affection to every part of him the same way he'd kiss him on the mouth. It's just something that clicked for him on a very simple, instinctual level. This is also how you tell someone you love them.

But the question catches him lightly offguard, and he lifts his head to look up at him. Switch? Oh.

Flushing lightly and seeming to realize their position for the first time, he... entirely loses his nerve and any idea he had for what he was doing. But he also smiles up at Shouto and bites his lip lightly, like realizing some secret and touching inside joke, and climbs back up to meet him. ]

Both, I think... [ It's a very shy and quiet sort of admittance, winding his arms back around his neck and drawing close once again, and he touches his nose lightly to Shouto's in an affectionate manner. ]

I like kissing you like that, but I like it when you hold and kiss me too.

Edited 2023-04-23 00:01 (UTC)

[ Both? That drops his chin in time to see him look up and wrap his arms around his neck. Shouto slips his free hand around his waist, resting there like it's the most natural thing in the world while he brushes a kiss on his cheek. ]

I like it too.

[ He admits, not an ounce of embarrassment in his words. ]

How do I kiss you when you're down there?

[ He asks, genuine in his inquiry. He wanted to kiss him the entire time but found it impossible when Allen was entirely preoccupied and too far away. ]

[ Blinking.

He took it literally--? ]

[ Of course he did.

Bursting out into a light, brilliant sort of laugh, Allen hugs him tight before resting bodily against him. Relaxed and happy, like this is exactly where he's supposed to be. ]

I guess you can't, huh. [ Said so agreeably. And seemingly delighted, he kisses his cheek too. ]

I guess that means you have to make up for it now.

Edited 2023-04-23 00:45 (UTC)

[ Do you see his problem??? The physics just don't work out unless you've got some secret quirk he doesn't know about. The laugh takes him by surprise, but he shakes his head nonetheless, not at all troubled by his laugh. He likes it, and busies himself with kissing the corner of his mouth.

Make-up... for it? He seems to ask because he's staring at him like he's just been issued a challenge he has no intention of losing, and very seriously asks: ]

How?

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