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likethelight) wrote2019-03-03 09:43 pm
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< An.Exorcist > Aʟʟᴇɴ Wᴀʟᴋᴇʀ
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His father's was a loving violence that left an invisible scar. His mother's inscribed his soul with a disheartened love that muted his world. And his siblings, theirs was an absence; an unfulfilled longing he told himself he did not need. His heart grew dull and cold like a winter's night. Then, there were his friends, their friendly touch on his shoulder felt like a balm. It warmed his heart. Made him remember long-buried memories. His mother's smile while she combed her fingers through his hair. Her gentle presence quieted his racing heart when he came looking for them.
Touch is a memory.
Memories he's grown from seeds he'd cultivated, not always knowing how much to tend them. Afraid of overwatering them, not all of them bloomed. The few that did were precious to him. Allen is precious to him. Beautiful and kind. They've made a sea of memories together. Holding hands, sharing a bath, a bed. Kissing. In their room, kitchen, living room, their reading nook. He'd grown accustomed to the natural progression of their relationship that always seemed to take one step forward and two steps back. This time, the natural pattern was broken. They'd boldly taken two steps forward.
If ever he was uncertain about his feelings for Allen, he now knows it was inexperience and not a lack of passion for how easily he lights an inferno in his veins. ]
Allen--!
[ The moment he rolls his hips into him, his thoughts scatter, and a deep-throated sound escapes him. ]
Allen.
[ There's a building frenzy in his tone that makes his blood blaze overwhelming the ice. Shouto buries his face into his chest, grappling for his hips with both hands to stop him? Encourage him? ]
Too much.
[ He tries to warn him between clenched teeth, even as he jerks his hips into Allen wrenching an inarticulate noise from him that leaves him teetering on the pin of a needle radiating a stifling heat. ]
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It's the hands that take his hips in an iron grip and the tight voice Shouto mutters that warning in that does, the sound he makes, even as Allen's voice cracks and warbles in a faint cry when he jerks into him, his fingers digging hard enough into his shoulders to leave marks in a desperate attempt to not move in kind. With a tenuous kind of control that's hanging by a thread as Shouto's hips are cradled between his thighs, muscles trembling from the effort both of holding still and feeling like they're teetering on a precipice.
But I really want you to do that again. He kind of feels like he might go mad otherwise. ]
Okay... [ He sucks in a breath, hands coming up shakily to touch the back of Shouto's head. Fingers threading into his hair and combing mindlessly through it, soothing and half-scattered, as he cradles him to his chest. ] Okay.
[ He's still shivering a little beneath him, despite the heat, as he tries to catch his breath and let the hammering of his heart slow down. ]
It's okay. [ breath ] We're okay.
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Sorry.
[ He whispers, eyes squeezed shut, sounding so absurdly out of breath. His heart works overtime to cool his blood, aided partly by Allen's calming presence. The heat dissipates, and Shouto loosens his grip on his hips, relaxing in his embrace. ]
I needed-- a moment.
[ He apologizes, voice rough. Focusing on the familiar motion of Allen's fingers combing through his hair. ]
I didn't... expect that.
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It isn't easy. ]
I didn't either... [ He smiles at that response so softly, whispering back very gently in reply, like it's a secret. Sounding so calm despite the nervous but exhilarated jitters bubbling in his veins. ]
But it-- [ He hesitates, trying to find the words to say it properly. Weighing even what he means to say. How someone like him can even approach it in a way without wanting to jump out a window. Shy, but bold too, staying wrapped so intimately around him but speaking so softly. ]
... feels right, too.
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[ He admits, more to himself than Allen, hyperaware of the leg folded over his thigh. It had felt good. Very good, but that he keeps to himself, flushing lightly at his thoughts, realizing why exactly his pants felt so tight.
He shifts above him, very precisely, to move his left hip onto the bed, so he didn't accidentally uhh... He grows slightly warm under Allen's embrace. ]
I still don't.
[ Another admission, one he distracts himself from by wrapping his arms around Allen, holding him firmly as he sorts through his body's response. ]
But, I can't promise I won't set us on fire.
1/2 /belatedly slips a NSFW CW in wOoPs
So very ironic. And on-point for his life. It's not something he's unaware of. ]
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He's quiet as Shouto carefully rearranges himself, flushing lightly too for different reasons as he does so. He's been aware of just how uncomfortable his remaining clothing is and why, very aware, he was just blocking it out and ignoring it even more vigorously. It's the slight pang of disappointment that has him flush though, and he looks at him very quietly as he resettles. Taking it very seriously, that concern, but with a gentle kind of consideration.
Tucking into him at how he wraps his arms around him, he kisses his cheek softly. It helps to still how overly aware he is of what feels like a jumpy pit in his own stomach, and he strokes his cheek softly. ]
Then... [ ...are we doing this? is that what we're deciding? His voice is so much calmer than his racing heartbeat. Stroking some of the hair from Shouto's face so delicately and mindfully, and with eyes of total and complete trust. ]
...we can stop and catch our breath when you need to?
As many times as you need.
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Feeling more in control of his reactions, Shouto buries his nose against his collar, finding comfort in the familiar scent of him. He stays there a few moments while Allen comes to a decision. ]
You--
[ He stiffens above him, an edge of excitement in his tone - for him. Are you saying what he thinks you're saying?! He sets a hand on either side of Allen to push up enough to look at him, needing that direct eye contact for what lies ahead. ]
You want to-- [ he warms considerably in the span of a few seconds ] - try it again?
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Um... [ Biting the inside of his lip lightly, Allen smiles up at him, softly and shyly but warm. Hyperaware of his own body and the proximity of Shouto's to it, his legs shift along the lengths of his, squirming lightly under the intensity of that look but keeping it. Gentle and accepting, a warmth and a quiet sort of excited sparkle in his grey eyes. No misunderstandings. Clear intent.
I want to be with you this way too.
Somehow, it's wildly freeing. ]
If you do too?
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Staring down at him with his hair hanging like a hallow above him, Shouto stares in growing understanding. The thin flickers of flame keep burning sending his hair into disarray as he realizes he'd missed another puzzle piece and slides it into place. Allen, who always cleaned himself out of his sight during their baths, coming in first so he was usually in the water before Shouto could wash himself down before entering the bath. Who always hid away from view when they changed into their sleeping clothes. It became part of their routine, Shouto almost forgot how uncomfortable he was with nudity.
Allen, who was in a state Shouto hardly ever saw him in, shirtless and offering to try something neither of them had ever skimmed the edge of until today. He'd always been ahead of him, and for once, it feels like walking in stride with him.
If you do too?
Deep within his heart where his fire is fueled, Shouto holds onto that feeling and the fire in his hair dies down until it's gone. The tension in his muscles drains from him, and he gently leans down until his elbows touch the bedding on either of Allen. ]
2/2
[ He answers with a secretive smile, capturing his mouth in a delicate kiss. The puzzle of Allen he'd longed started piecing together grows by one, adding complexity to his portrait. Feeling content, he leans down to brush his lips against his ear to give him his condition. ]
Only if you're on top.
[ A hand settles on Allen's hip, gently coaxing him to follow his lead to roll them over. If they're going to do this, then he won't have him pinned under his weight. He wants him free to pull away anytime he wants without feeling trapped by his larger frame. ]
We'll go at your pace.
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Mm. Only if it's with you.
The request is the only thing that gets him to hesitate, blinking for a moment in some surprise and flushing a tiny bit. At his pace maybe, sure, but...
As an answer after a moment's pause, his legs thread with and lock around Shouto's, hips twisting as despite his frame and position he quickly rolls them over in a smooth, practiced motion. He's always had a bit of a grappler fighting style after all, but his expression is gentle and serious as he holds himself up above them. White hair, long and softly tousled, hanging around them as he hovers over him, weight held lightly on his hands with one knee brushing along the inside of Shouto's thigh. Studying him quietly, with a gentle expression, but... uncertain now too. A little fidgety. Like only now does he actually feel a little naked.
He leans down though, to press a kiss to the center of his chest so sweetly. Holding it for a long moment like he means to convey something with it, before he skims up. Ghosting a his lips along the underside of his jaw before he breathes a soft request against Shouto's ear too. ]
Sit up with me? [ Like before, so he can sit in your lap. ]
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Allen holds still, and Shouto mirrors him, heart pounding steadily in his chest with nerves. He's caught in the moment. Eyes locked on Allen. Waiting for permission. For what? He's not sure, only that he'll know when he sees it. He's running on instincts now, logic having left him the moment they both decided on this brought. He catches the gentle look. The way he fidgets like he's not sure either. What's wrong? He wants to ask, the all too familiar question on the tip of his tongue before threads of white slide against his bare skin.
Shouto swallows thickly, stomach clenching at the open kiss. An invitation? He keeps his eyes locked on Allen, waiting for some indication of what he wants. Holds back the instinct to touch his cheek to see this through. When it comes in the form of a question, he's quick to act, immediately sitting up to meet him, finding his mouth with his without permission. He should have waited, he knows, and breaks the kiss a moment after, drawing back enough to give him room. Still, he keeps steady eyes on him, feeling no need to apologize for his lapse of judgment. ]
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A little surprised at first when Shouto quickly surges up to meet him, it melts immediately along with his uncertainty as he wraps his arms around his neck and responds to the kiss in kind. He blinks when he draws back so quickly though, almost tumbling a little after him from being overbalanced, and meets his gaze with a soft yet steady questioning look of his own. Were you waiting on something from him...?
You still are, aren't you.
Allen's the one to close the gap this time. With a soft, surprised puff of realization before he slants his mouth against Shouto's in a renewed and heated kiss. Pressing their chests together again and letting his weight rest against him until they're flush enough to feel each other's heartbeats, relaxing back into what's been quickly become one of his favorite positions to be in. His legs tighten around him, squeezing his hips appreciatively as they take their time in exploring each other's mouths under a new paradigm. Breathy sounds and the soft yet daring sweep of a tongue, the nibble on a lip, the brief break for air that's an excuse to suck on an earlobe; coaxing each other's nerves down while stoking the internal fire. It's what lets Allen feel comfortable enough to be bold, to let his nerves go and go with instinct instead. Being able to be this comfortable with you...
... I'm so grateful.
He catches his eye because of that when next they separate a scant breath apart to breathe, gentle and a little hazy, before he rocks his hips against him. Experimentally, but quite purposefully. ]
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They break away and Shouto follows his lips, letting him breathe, while he tastes the corner of his mouth. Feeling every breath. Every touch. He sweeps an arm around his back, dragging him closer to bury his nose into his collar, breathing in his scent. His mouth finds his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. He almost forgets this isn't a solo act.
Allen sucks on his earlobe, and Shouto groans softly, breaking contact. Goosebumps run down his neck, and he shifts beneath him. Restless in a way he's never known. It's hard to stay still. When he pulls back, they lock eyes, and he gazes into a sea of stars. Transfixed by the sight, looking half-dazed, teal sparkles like the open sea and grey melts with an inferno fixed on him. ]
We'll go at your pace.
[ He whispers next to ear, voice rough from keeping himself still. It's all he manages before Allen rocks into him drawing a short sharp puff of air that escapes his lungs. Heat hits his collar as he trembles beneath him forcing himself still. ]
Can I--
[ He tightens his arms against Allen's hips, encouraging him to do that again, wanting him to do that again, desperately. It's in his tone. The way he can't stop moving under him. The barely cognizant question he manages to bite out. ]
Can I movetoo?
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Allen whines softly, from how good it feels to move against him like that but also from seeing him affected so, swallowing the sound up before it can get far and burying his head into Shouto's neck as his body trembles lightly too. That sort of request... ]
Please. [ He says it with a soft gasp, following the pull of the hands on his hips and rolling into Shouto again to emphasize his point. Grinding harder against him this time in a way that's as threadbare and yearning as his tone, and Allen's fingers dig into his hair and hold the back of his neck like a lifeline. Don't let it just be me.
I need you by my side for something like this. ]
Please move too.
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Alle--Allen. I want to--
[ The friction is intoxicating. ]
I wantokissyou.
[ A plea, pure and simple, and if he were in his right mind, he'd wait for him to offer, but Shouto is past the point of no return and sears their mouths together. ]
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This is...
With an arm wrapped around his shoulders he answers that request with a soft moan that gets lost in the kiss, tipping Shouto's head back further to deepen the kiss and drown further in him. More forcefully than he usually is but still gentle, locking their mouths together in a dance that mimics the motion of their bodies and quickly steals the breath of him. He tries to steal Shouto's too.
It's so good but also so uncomfortable with such restrictive clothing like his, but somehow that barely matters. Only registering as I should probably do something about that and immediately becoming unimportant. ]
S-Shouto... I-- [ He struggles to suck in a breath as much as reign himself in enough to keep their pace steady, and sucks again on Shouto's earlobe, hard but not painfully so, like it's somehow the answer to that. He follows it up by peppering a line of small, hot kisses that nip and suck at his throat, distracted by trying to also concentrate on continuing to move against him. You're still okay, right? It isn't too much? ]
I want-- [ His breath hitches softly by his ear, some thrill by how he'd just pressed against him sending shocks through the base of his spine, and he whispers the fervid request against his lips. ]
I want to touch more of you too.
[ It's gone, that last inhibition. ]
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A beautiful plea. One that hits him like a punch to the gut, and he's suddenly overwhelmed by the purest affection for him, and instead of devolving into a heated mess, desperately reaching for the ice to temper his feelings, he lets himself drown in them. ]
Allen. [ He grips his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He can't breathe. ] Touche me.
[ Sharing breaths lips centimeters apart, Shouto embraces him in his arms growing hot underneath him. His hands are everywhere, skimming down his sides, over his hips, and keep going, lifting him just enough to slide him forward without breaking the rhythm they've found together. ]
Please... touch me..
[ He pleads as flickers of fire roar to life across the left side of his hair, sending it into disarray while frost creeps up his roots covering the white strands in spikes of ice. ]
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He's sitting in his laps so his thighs are planted firmly to the sides of his hips. Squeezing the sides of him encouragingly as they carve out an instinctive rhythm that has Allen gasping breathlessly against him. And that's also why his sensibilities have frayed to virtually nothing.
But not entirely gone. While he stutters and groans, nearly falling forward ragdoll against him when he grinds against him particularly forcefully and is emotionally razed by the tone of his request, the hands all over him -- he also focuses unsteadily on the the bloom of fire and ice through his hair. The way the heat of him spikes again in his arms, and Allen's body responds with a light sweat that makes their skin glide more smoothly together where they're pressed flush and makes it feel somehow even better than the friction.
But it's also why Allen, staring breathlessly at him for a moment like he's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen, then abruptly pushes him down by the shoulders. There's a small thmp on the mattress.
And there's Allen, utterly out of breath and a little wrecked, but smiling down at him so serenely. ]
Shouto-- [ He hovers fully above him now, breathing heavily still but with clearer eyes. Desire, adoration, concern... full of a beautiful love that tempers desire as Allen cradles Shouto's face like the most precious fragment of a soul, and leans down to kiss him so very softly on the cheek. ]
Breathe.
[ He kisses him again, following along the right side of his face as he presses his lips tenderly and he hopes soothingly against temple, brow, and eye once he's close it. Left hand trying to comb gently through the ice in his hair, impervious to the cold of it.
It broke their rhythm to change position, staying pressed together as Allen still sits more directly atop Shouto now, but he keeps his hips locked and doesn't rock against him anymore. Though if there was any doubt of the effect Shouto had on him and their ability to work themselves up... the proof is in the very solid press of both of their clothed erections together. The knowledge of that alone is enough to light his brain on fire, desperation to please keep doing that making Allen feel like he's boiling too and going mad, but he's more desperate to hold himself in check. He recognizes it, after all. From the time before when frost and fire wove through his hair.
I want to touch you. I will, but-- ]
Kiss me with your fire and ice again first. [ A gentle request, a lover's whisper, as he nibbles softly at that favored corner of his mouth. ] Before you spill over.
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You're going to burn down the house! He seems to say in the look he throws Allen that's quickly lost in the sensation of his fingers combing through his hair. It's such a foreign feeling, being touched so gently when he's covered in fire and ice like this. He groans and red starts melting through the ice. Only then, when he desperately needs to feel him that he notices his absence. ]
Don't stop.
[ He whines and things start to quickly devolve from there. He makes a desperate little roll of his hips, drowning in all the sensations he has no reference for. It brings his fire back to life and starts melting through the ice forcing him to send out a thicker layer. ]
Allen.
[ He says his name desperately. No longer pretending he can handle this. He's already spilled over. Fire roars to his left and ice snaps up, swallowing it whole, from his right. He trembles and twitches under him, agonizingly hard with no relief in sight. There's a very noticeable tent in his pants, and no amount of ice is going to bring it down.
Kiss??
He's not that far gone yet. He shakes his head, denying him in a breathless whisper. ]
I'll burn you.
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He's nowhere near rational enough to think clearly, so he trusts in Shouto's request and himself too. Dropping his head to his shoulder, he presses a dizzied but gentle kiss there as he winds his left arm around his back, pulling him up off the mattress slightly. ]
Sorry. [ It's a gentle but quick apology, breathless as he rocks them together with a frayed control. Sorry he didn't pay more attention and try to pace them slower; sorry he's left you hanging now. His right, human hand skims lightly down along the side of his torso, brushing against bare abdominal muscles, though as he does so -- tendrils of light and feather begin to swirl down along his arm.
Just a hint, before in an instant the full of his Innocence invokes around them in a hurricane of gentle whiter-than-white downy soft light become material. The rippling cloak around Allen's shoulders and down his right arm, gloving it and him, and wide and down-lined hood like some kind of snow fairy slung low over his head and hanging down as if to trap them both in their own private world. He hovers, looking down at him while his left hand at his back lifts him off the mattress every so slightly, so very gingerly as that too transformed and left him unable to properly touch safely with anything other than his palm.
It feels gentle to the touch on another level entirely beyond physical, the essence of a loving gesture with its very nature as it reflects Allen's nature, and hums lightly with it. A physical divine manifestation of his heart and soul. Feeling cool and warm both to the touch, comforting, as it pools around them and under Shouto too like a living blanket or the embrace of giant wings. Different than how it usually forms, restless and whispering softly as it seems unable to settle on a final form it likes, wisps of feathered light brushing against them both like sea anemones might wave in the ocean current, it reflects the soft haziness in Allen's eyes as a pale glowing corona.
But it's also entirely flame and ice-proof with a better reaction time than his own, and smothers any flame where it falls over them as if negating the very physics of it. ]
It's alright. [ He says it gently, like it isn't devastatingly hard to keep his wits and not just grind against him in search of relief. Haloed silver eyes brighter than usual but soft and understanding as Allen tries to see something within Shouto's as well, seeming impossibly steady for someone in his state and hovering as close as he dares without risking injury himself. He wants to kiss you so very badly but isn't sure of what's safe.
Feather-shaped shards of glowing white light continue to fall gently around them like snow, seeming to peel both off him and out of the air that it mildly electrifies. Like motes of stardust. ]
Hold onto me. It won't burn. [ Whispered as soft and sweet as the kiss he can't give, Allen's fingers slip along the elastic waistband of his pants between them, light and nimble but also a little shaky. Tracing a line there for only a moment, before his hand slips underneath to gently cup him through his underwear. Simply, directly, and with a unassuming kind of boldness.
He blinks, breathing unevenly as his pupils dilate for a moment, and then palms him more firmly. ]
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Sweat clings to his skin when Allen draws him up, off the mattress, and rocks into him with an apology on his lips, testing his control with a cursory roll of his hips that has him bucking against him unconsciously chasing that inferno. He buries his face into his collar, shuddering at the delectable sensations pooling at his groin. ]
I'm okay. [ He promises through heady breaths, barely keeping his mind afloat in a sea of pleasure. ] I just need a moment.
[ Or two. It's hard to tell. No matter what, he means to keep that promise. Kissing him might be a tall order right now when his internal temperature is pretty much shot, drunk on the taste of his mouth and the hard erection pressed against his. Still, he maintains enough control to keep his external temperature from impersonating a living volcano. Not that Allen's exploration of his torso helps in that regard. His stomach muscles clench under his furtive touches, and Shouto wraps his arms around him, caging him in with muscular arms. Holding him in this closely, it's nearly impossible to miss the tendrils of light that erupt from him lighting up the room so brightly, the fire still burning through his hair seems dim in comparison.
Shouto sucks in a breath, instincts pinpointing the source before his mind has a chance to catch up. He pulls back in time to feel the softest material he's ever known brush gently against every inch of his back, billowing gently against his skin.
Allen's cloak swirls around them like a living breathing entity moving on its own. The first time he'd ever felt it against his skin was when they were exploring the underground caves and his powers gave out sending him plummeting down a waterfall. The threads snapped all around him in the gentlest embrace breaking his fall. He'd seen it on other missions, but never like this, when there was no danger. Unless he... Oh. He used it against Touya too, to protect himself against his fire. He doesn't let himself drown in those memories, realizing why he evoked it in the first place - to protect against his quirk.
His thoughts slow to a crawl, and he stares at Allen in awe. The wisps of feathered light smother his flames with a gentle touch. The cloak settles all around them transporting them to a dreamlike world where shards of light drift down like snow, electrifying the air. A look of utter devotion paints itself in the brilliant shade of blue, and molten grey that settles in his heart. ]
... You're beautiful.
[ His chest feels like a burgeoning field of blossoms, mesmerized by the sight of him haloed by the light of his innocence. Like burning coal softly glowing in an open flame, Shouto reaches for him without hesitation, delicately touching his jaw, careful not to touch his cloak. Could he touch it? He doesn't ask, doesn't feel like he should.
Hold me.
An order in every sense of the word. One there was no way he wouldn't follow. With the molten heat having cooled by the sight of his evocation, he follows another set of orders first. He dips into that tender blaze, allowing himself to feel the desire nestled there. Activating his quirk, Shouto sweeps down to capture his mouth in a provocative kiss burning hot and blistering cold. ]
I love you.
[ He whispers when he surfaces to release the heat and cold that drifts between them in a cloud of white, before losing himself in the delicate taste of his mouth again. Actively concentrating on his quirk, Shouto doesn't notice what Allen's up to until his fingers slip along his waistband, and even then the exact nature of his intent doesn't make itself clear until his palms gently cup him through his underwear, sending a sizzling pleasure up his spine that makes him choke, and break the kiss with all the grace of a panting fool. ]
Allen--
[ He shudders, clinging to his shoulder with one hand, holding him exactly like he wanted, and rolls his hips forward, unable to stop himself even if he wanted, grinding back against that electrifying touch. ]
You--You too.
[ Don't just let it be him. Even in this state, he won't touch him without permission and grabs at his thigh instead. He digs his palm into the corded muscle, while still holding onto his shoulder, panting into the crook of his collar in a rush of searing heat and frigid puffs of air. ]
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Everything feels like it realigns and clicks into place with that kiss he wanted so badly but was afraid to risk. Not even because of fearing being hurt, but that he would get hurt and it would devastate Shouto. And it's sweet but all-consuming, searing in a way where he's unsure if he's been literally burnt or not, but is sure he wants him to keep kissing him, and Allen sinks against Shouto to return it with the relief of a drowned man finding air. Like someone coming home.
It says "I love you" as much as "I want you," and Allen stares and feels tears well when Shouto says that out loud again. Unprompted. It makes his throat close over and he can't find anything to say, his heart too full to let him, and he dips through that swirl of mist and steam to seal his mouth to his and try to say it that way. Falling into him even as he's holding him up to kiss him in that tender but provocative kind of dance they've established, full of affirmations and devotion, and it's what emboldens him to let his hand wander to keep his promise too.
I love you and want to cherish you. Protect you, help you, and make you feel good too. Loved. It ripples throughout his Innocence as well, blanketing them both with a gentle kind of timeless serenity. ]
Shouto... [ Allen's voice hangs softly between them, kissing the edge of his jaw when he breaks away to pant for breath. He bites his lip to watch him in some fascination and awe as he shudders and buries his face against his collar, rolling his hips into Allen's hand in a way that steals his breath and makes the coil of desire in him tighten up almost more than any of his touches had to an almost foreign-feeling extent. He grinds the heel of his hand back in response, letting his fingers dance across him as he starts to feel him out a little more boldly.
Him too? He's a little too dizzy to understand what Shouto means at first, until he feels his hand grip his thigh. It clicks then, or at least he thinks it does, and Allen shudders at realizing it. At being reminded of the neglected pressure between his legs scarcely inches away from Shouto's hand.
He gives a suddenly breathless nod, kissing first the side of his head as it's the best he can reach at the moment, and then shifting to press another against his ear more meaningfully. ]
My belt— [ Said with lightly panted breath, a little clumsily into his ear, as he begins to rub Shouto gently through his underwear. Carefully, trying to gauge his response. ]
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Belt. Allen's belt. His pants. That meant-- He gulps down more air to get the words out, but it's hard to breathe through the haze of a burning wildfire in his chest. His lungs work overtime to deal with the cold and heat. Usually, it wasn't difficult to deal with both sides of his quirk at once. He'd worked on that the last year, but these weren't normal circumstances. Somehow, he was under immense pressure not to burn up in flames from Allen's probing hands. ]
I can--touch you?
[ He palms his thigh the same way Allen's palms his groin, but there's no satisfying conclusion in either case. Not enough pressure, the speed torturously slow, and the angle. He cants his hips down to change it, driving himself a little harder against him, divulging a quiet moan from the act. ]
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