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[ You... are very distracting. He had a point here, one he forgets entirely, the moment he registers what Allen is doing with his thumb. There's no surprise, but an understanding that makes his stomach tighten when he stares down at those loving eyes and sweet smile. It feels like looking at the night sky during a full moon from above. Draws him in to kiss his mouth, a delicate brush of lips. Then moves on to his cheek, first his left then right. A single lingering kiss is placed at the dip of his throat between his neck and collar, tender and proper, while fire and ice build up within him.

A hand lands on his hip, and slides down his thighs, tracing the seam of his pants down and over his knees before backtracking up. He keeps going, down his chest, planting kiss after kiss, nudging Allen back little by little until he can't bend anymore and comes up for air, taking Allen's mouth in a swift and passionate kiss filled with fire and ice. Half cold. Half hot. ]

I want to kiss more of you.

[ Said between kisses, until the heat and ice dissipate from his blood. ]

Edited 2023-04-23 18:42 (UTC)

[ Says the one being equally distracting.

There's a breathy gasp as that hand grips his thigh and runs along his leg, bent backwards to allowed the continued exploration down his chest and clinging on to Shouto's shoulders in such a way that it limits his ability to react properly. His legs squeeze onto his hips the same way that his hands grip at his shoulders though, muscles trembling lightly from brush of lips along his skin working their way lower and maintaining his precarious balance, and when Shouto lifts his head again Allen cups his face and surges to meet him with a passionate kiss of his own. Clashing and melding together like his own fire and ice, his fingers tangle into his hair as he tries to drink him in too. Ice and fire and all.

I want to kiss more of you.

His answer comes as a soft sort of moan into the kiss, feeling a little dizzy and adrift in a storm of sensations that has his own blood thrumming in his ears. When they break next and the embers have cooled and the frost melted, leaving his mouth numb but tingling at the same time, he rains a series of kisses along the side of Shouto's face. Sweet but heated, wherever he can reach. Cheek, temple, the jewelry on his ear.

Having full realization of themselves and the moment, in one snapshot of clarity. It gives him a small shiver, nervous and elated both, which settles as a squirming sensation in his gut and makes him run his hands so lovingly over his bare skin. ]

Shouto...

Edited 2023-04-23 19:35 (UTC)

[ There's fire in his blood and ice in his veins. His heart works overtime to keep him level-headed. He's spent the last few months trying to keep his kisses proper and his quirk in check, but no amount of meditation will ever hold up against the sound Allen
makes when he gets swept up along with him. His stomach clenches, and he knows exactly why he failed so miserably at keeping himself in check.

His mouth lands on his naked shoulder, sucking lightly on the textured skin of his scar, as his heart rate comes down enough to let him speak. ]

I want to lay you down and kiss you.

[ He licks the skin, adding a bit of heat into the mix. ]

Not properly.

[ Allen flushes at that, shivering a little at the feel of his mouth against his scar, and wraps an arm around Shouto as they both come down again and catch their breath. Somewhere along the way he thinks you misinterpreted what he meant by a proper kiss? But has absolutely no complaints and can't care at all about that.

He runs a hand along his spine gently, dropping a softer kiss to Shouto's shoulder in contrast to how those anticipatory flutters in his stomach tighten up. Lay you down...

In response, he presses down lightly on Shouto's shoulders as he rises up onto his knees in a sway of long, soft and silver white hair. Climbing out of his lap by swinging one knee around, he pivots carefully in the narrow space of the reading nook to begin to slip in beside Shouto with his smaller frame. But his focus is solely on him. Touching his jaw lightly as he twists in place carefully, and drawing him towards him as he leans in to kiss him so very sweetly.

Delicate as a snowflake landing on a cheek, and he doesn't pull away fully after. He just looks at him for a moment, something so very content and at ease even when his heart is dancing in wonderment and his body feels light with a nervous sort of anticipation, and reaches to touch his face lightly. Like it's the most precious sort of thing. Taking him in and memorizing every detail of those heterochromatic eyes, the almost supernatural piercing brilliance of the one and the calm and steady grey of the other, the wandering outline of his scar... and finding it makes him feel whole.

Allen smiles, eyes hooding. Softly, like absolutely everything is right in this tiny world. ]

I love you.

Edited 2023-04-23 20:51 (UTC)

[ There is an elegance in Allen's movements that belies the strength within. He's seen him in combat, perfectly balanced, focused. An effigy of grace. Warm and welcoming. Forged from steel.

Shouto watches him with warm eyes, rising above him like a full moon in spring, his hair filled with starlight. He follows his movements with adoration in his eyes, his heart brimming with reverence and the passion of youth. Another seed has taken root, and he turns his head to kiss his hand, pressing a fervid kiss to his wrist where his pulse beats a melody of boundless possibilities. Their lips meet in deep-rooted affection, a tender moment, precious and elusive all at once.

I love you.

He smiles, warm and loving. A restitution for all the times he let logic speak for him instead of his heart. What is love if not this? You waited for me... again. He thinks, delicately touching his cheek with the pads of his fingers, tracing his scar. He takes his time, committing the moment to memory. White lashes. Silver eyes, framed by a beautiful smile and a curtain of starlight. He looked like an angel stained with light. ]

I love you, too.

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[ It's funny, it never bothered him that Shouto never said it back before, or that said he was still trying to figure out what his feelings for him were. After all, Allen never said it in the expectation of hearing something in return: it was just how he felt, how he wanted to make him feel. Loved. And because he already knew in the way that was important to him.

Love isn't in words alone, but in actions. So to him, it always felt like Shouto said he loved him in his own way every day.

So he smiles at that, so warm and deep, so knowing, and leans his cheek into his hand with absolute trust, pale in the lunar light. Memorizing that kind and warm smile and lulled by the naked affection between them, the tranquility of the moment in the midst of their passion, and how there's the faint whispering of the forest outside the walls of their home. The pile of their discarded clothes on the floor and the rest hung neatly by the door, or the smell of green tea and light sweat in the air. Every element something that makes up the coziness of a home.

And Shouto, solid and reassuring, touching him with love and smiling at him with an open and welcoming heart that speaks of so many more days like this. Shouto who also says I love you too, and Allen knows that means he found peace with that part of himself.

It's perfect, to him. And the gradual peace that's been filling his heart for the better part of a year... it feels complete. He feels complete like this. At peace, for maybe the first time ever, and even with Allen's natural eloquence with such things... how could he ever explain that? So his eyes soften at that, with an infinite kind of fondness and understanding that defies words, and leans in to let their mouths meet in a sweet exchange of affection and stirred ardor.

I think...

...you've made me a better "me".

Allen's arms wind around his neck, letting his weight transfer onto his shoulders as their mouths continue to move together in a languid dance of rekindling passion that says there's no need to hurry, but they're excited to get there too. An invitation to pick him up and move him; to lay back with and hold him. ]

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

[ Loves is in the everyday. In finding a new pastry Allen might like and coming home to have him taste it first to see what he thinks. In learning his and Tim's eating habits and adjusting their portions. In chiding him when he feeds the koi too much because he'd be sad if they got ill. In reading to him, in this nook, of treasure islands and castles in the sky. Of waking up before him, and watching him sleep before getting up to find breakfast because he made dinner the night before. Finding him in the kitchen concerned about the width of soba noodles and kissing him on the cheek. Of packing almost every shelf in the fridge with lemons while he figures out a new recipe. It's in the everyday that he fell in love with him. In the everyday that they first met, washed up on the beach, using a piece of driftwood for cover, and turning down his offer to carry him.

It's the everyday of homelife that Shouto always wanted for as long as he could remember, and it's what he treasures with Allen. What he's always craved, not the title of hero or number one, but the reason he fought for it in the first place. To be allowed this, little moments like this, he was always denied. So, he smiles, bright and full of love he could never share. He smiles because it feels like uncovering a part of himself. How he was before the world was made and he forged a mask of stillness to keep the monsters at bay.

It feels like spring in his heart, full of blooming flowers drinking up the moonlight. He smiles into the kiss with a kind of serenity that makes him glow. ]

Edited 2023-04-24 00:21 (UTC)

[ He settles himself above Allen, one knee on either side of him, and breaks the kiss to brush his lips against his neck, letting himself lean toward passion. ]

I'm going to kiss you. [ He promises. ] Until there's no more skin left to kiss.

[ He sets his boundaries to every inch of skin that's been uncovered, so far, and gives Allen the time to set his own, while he makes a mess of his throat and collarbone. ]

It might take some time.

[ Nestled back against the now-rumpled bedding of the reading nook, there's a softly fluttered kind of sigh that escapes him the moment he feels Shouto's lips on his throat. Like the at last of another piece clicking into place, of the rightness of it, and Allen wraps his arms around his head as he stretches his neck back to give him room, chin tipped towards the ceiling.

This makes the world feel whole too, another balm that helps heal his heart. And he smiles softly to the ceiling. ]

I get to do the same to you later. [ He whispers it as a gentle kind of promise as he lays under him, relaxed, fingers carding lovingly through his hair as those lips start mapping out a now-familiar track down his neck.

That's his boundary; the rest is trust, and in wanting to find their boundaries together in their inexperience. With you, I keep realizing I want to push mine. Grow. It feels like a good thing then, not bad. The excitement about learning new things about themselves together. ]

Edited 2023-04-24 00:51 (UTC)

The same?

[ He echoes, trying to make sense of that. ]

Are you going to use ice cubes and matches?

[ Because... a thoughtful look, he would be okay with that he finds, surprised by his inclinations. ]

[ sputters, looking down at him incredulously. are you actually teasing him?? ]

Do you want me to??? [ !!! ]

[ He's being very serious right now, Allen. ]

I wouldn't mind it.

[ He says, a little thoughtfully, before nodding. ]

[ Somehow serious is worse, and that answer has Allen flushing more than the exploration of his kisses have. ]

O-oh. [ Speechless. Shouto. The more he learns about you...

He lets his head fall back with a bit of a huff, embarrassed, and ruffles a hand through his hair. ]

Let's just stick with what I can do myself.

[ diplomacy. grouchy diplomacy. ]

[ He'd only like it because it was you, silly. He'd be more fascinated with how you went around doing it than anything a match or an ice cube could do to him. He'd maybe feel a blowtorch. Speaking of which, he should probably get one for the creme brulees instead of using his finger. ]

I like that too.

[ He says, smartly kissing his mouth with an open kiss, before pulling back to seat himself on-- Oh. Now there's something he forgot to ask. ]

Can you take my weight?

[ Buying a blowtorch when you're a living one? Even Allen will tilt his head slightly at that and ask him why he needs one.

But back to the matter at hand, Allen's expression gentles at the question, softened by the intimacy of the prospect. And he gives a nod, trusting, and reaches up to touch the side of his face gently with an appreciative brush of slender fingers. ]

I can. You won't crush me.

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I know. I've seen you in combat.

[ But... ]

This is different.

[ It's not something forced on him that he has to endure. ]

You'll tell me if your legs go numb?[ He asks. Trusting him to let him know. ] Or if it's too much. I know the temperature limits of most people. I'll stick to that.

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[ It's a touching concern, and Allen smiles lightly at realizing it's about navigating the details of something intimate with each other, and at how serious Shouto is as ever. He shakes his head lightly, stroking his hair back from his face. You don't have to worry. ]

I will. [ He might choose to endure a lot, but he's not a masochist either. And choosing to be uncomfortable in this kind of situation seems to defeat the point. ]

I like it whenever I can feel you against me though. [ The solid weight of an arm over him when Allen's the one who wakes up first or in the middle of the night, or the times in the past when Shouto's dozed off against him. ] It's comforting.

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[ There's a pause there as he takes that in; learning something new about him will always take him a moment to catalog. He nods and lets the full weight of him settle on his lower thighs, shifting a little to make them both a little more comfortable.

He takes a moment to appreciate the angle, the spread of silver strands. His chest, naked to his eyes for what feels like the first time. He lets himself appreciate the view taking in the lines of him in a way he never felt like he could before. Once he's taking his fill, he starts with his throat.

He enjoys the feel of his pulse, breath, and every shallow swallow that shifts underneath him. He lingers long enough for his mouth to cool and drifts right. His cold lips brush against his collar, placing a kiss there. He sucks lightly on the thin skin so as not to bruise it, and waits long enough to warm him up again.

Little by little, kiss by kiss, Shouto makes his way down his shoulder, kissing about one inch apart across his collar and up his shoulder, counting five in total before moving to his left. This time, he starts from the corner of his shoulder and works his way in. ]

Does it feel different? [ He asks, between kisses. He keeps his head down, mouth on him. Hot now, but quickly cooling down. ] Between your right and your left?

[ Scar and no scar? ]

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[ Whenever he stops to look at him like that, taking in the whole of him with such a gentle intensity, it catches Allen so completely offguard. Looking at him like he's beautiful. So much so that he can only stare in in wonder in return, and finds the sentiment as enchanting as the realization he can stare back and appreciate gently too.

He wasn't exaggerating when he said he was going to kiss him until there was no skin left to kiss, something Allen should have realized the literalness of, and he shifts under him with soft audible breaths at the slow thoroughness of it. He grips his knee lightly with his left hand at one point, finding anchor there, and shivers lightly whenever he chills the skin.

It's the warming back up he likes best though, sliding that hand appreciatively partway up his leg when he does and sighing gently, his other hand digging through his hair. Not as caught offguard by the stimulation now, and able to enjoy them in a different way. One that has his pulse heating up again in a slower burn this time. ]

I can't feel as much on the right... [ Where the scar is. He murmurs it gently, half-focused and guard entirely nonexistent, like not wanting to disturb the air between them. ] But where I can feel it it's nice.

[ His lips part in a soft 'ah' as Shouto finds a point on the edge of the scar on his shoulder, a relaxed and pleasurable sound, intimate and quiet between them, and his fingers scrape lightly against his scalp in a gentle massage in sync with the gentle sucking sensation of his mouth. ]

It doesn't ache then.

Edited 2023-04-24 03:17 (UTC)

[ It doesn't ache then.

His heart stills, reality crashing down on him so hard, he draws back almost immediately. This whole time, you--And you never--. Threads of anguish color his eyes. ]

You've been hurting this whole time?

[ When he carries medicine for pain, unused. ]

[ O-oh, crap. This is why he tries to always be mindful of what he says. It just makes people worry!! ]

It's nothing that bad! [ He's quick to bring his hands up, waving them about to try and assuage. Please don't feel bad!! It's actually a very normal sort of thing! ]

It's just more like how old wounds can ache sometimes, you know..? [ it's just a very big old wound... ]

Edited 2023-04-26 01:11 (UTC)

[ It is not a very normal thing at all, Allen! Wounds that heal properly shouldn't ache. You know he's going to start questioning what else he's missed right under his nose!

He takes a breath, tries to contextualize this new knowledge with what he already knows about him, and comes to a decision. I don't know what bad is do I? ]

No. [ He confesses without a quiet acceptance of his own ignorance and looks to Allen in gratitude. ] Will you tell me about it?

[ How exactly does a giant soul-wounding scar that cleaves you from shoulder to hip heal properly though...

The request does have Allen biting his lip very lightly though, torn for a moment. His default answer is always immediate on his tongue after all, the one he gives anyone -- but it's Shouto so it's different. And no answer seems like a good one then, or right. Or the a good time for it.

Expression gentling, he runs his a hand softly through his hair. ]

I can try. [ Said simply and sweetly, with with eyes so fond even if his smile is a little heavy. He continues on in a soft, reflective tone however. ]

It isn't so bad anymore though. More like... a reminder. [ The same as looking in the mirror, except with a twinge or a dull awareness.

His fingers continue to sift idly through Shouto's hair though, demeanor relaxed and eyes soft and heartfelt, and he brushes it lightly from his face. ]

I don't notice it so much around you.

[ While he thinks of how to answer, Shouto wraps his arms around his neck and lets his full weight settle on Allen. He warms instantly to ease the pain and lovingly presses his cheek against his. ]

That's enough.

[ He whispers near his mouth, as Allen threads his fingers through his hair. Shouto leans into him, letting himself feel the full length of his scar across his torso for the first time. It's noticeably rougher than the rest of him, but not in a bad way, more like the callouses on his hands that formed from years of training.

He curls into him, making himself comfortable, while he thinks of how all the times he'd used his ice on him today. A few heartbeats later, he lets his fingers roam down Allen's chest, imparting enough heat to ease the ache he spoke of. ]

Does that feel better?

[ The ice feels good too. It's soothing to the skin while the heat sinks in and is just relaxing, and ironically the alternating is best of all even if that isn't the reason why he enjoys those kisses. That answer gets a blink from Allen though, that tells him he doesn't need to explain anymore when he didn't explain anything at all, but oh, that embrace--

It makes his heart swell, lodge into his throat a little, and he brings his arms up to wrap around Shouto. Curving to fit against him in kind, breath caught for a moment at the full press of their bodies and his weight resting against him, solid and reassuring, heady-- he fills up his senses and Allen squeezes tight in response, the corners of his eyes misting a bit from having what feels like feeling too much for his body to hold. Sensory and emotional overload, thoughts scattered, but in such a good way that feels like balm. Your soul...

...it's so very kind.

He breathes out low and slow next to his ear when he lets his fingers follow along the length of his scar, soft and a little heavy, and gives a nod. His muscles twitch with a small quiver as Shouto trails along them, leaving behind that seeping trail of warmth. ]

It does. [ It's whispered back just as softly, cheek lovingly to cheek before pressing a kiss against his ear. He tries to kiss the edge of his jaw as well with another gentle and relaxed sort of sigh, letting a hand run slowly down the length of his muscled back. ]

So do your kisses.

Edited 2023-04-26 03:55 (UTC)

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