[Katsuki isn't one to go along with things unless he wants to. He doesn't do compromises, and he certainly doesn't waste his or anyone else's time with bullshit. So it vaguely, distantly surprises even himself when he lets Shouto pull him closer. He does it because he wants to. Here, he's suddenly very aware of just how strong Shouto is. Of the mesmerizing rise and fall of his breathing, and every lean muscle in his chest. He's warm. Comfortable. And they could both kill eachother if they felt like it.
He prefers that. And he feels some grudging respect for Shouto's fitness regime. Not that his own is lacking.
Trust is a rare, precious thing he doesn't give out generously, but he trusts Shouto not to use this against him. He trusts him not to pull any shit. As much as he infuriates him, his intentions are surprisingly sincere. Even kind, in a way that confuses the hell out of Katsuki. But he trusts him, and he's about to drift off--
When something familiar but different has his eyes shoot back open. He's glad Shouto's too busy burying his face in his neck now.
Holy shit. He's definitely awake now. Did the Ice Prince...
Did he just fucking purr?
He's silent, if only not to startle him. He has to make sure he isn't hallucinating, but nope. No. He is definitely purring. It's comforting. But it also stirs something feral inside his chest. Once the initial shock wears off, he snuggles up to him stubbornly, inhaling the scent of his soft hair, and scoffs silently allowing the purring to ease him into sleep.]
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He prefers that. And he feels some grudging respect for Shouto's fitness regime. Not that his own is lacking.
Trust is a rare, precious thing he doesn't give out generously, but he trusts Shouto not to use this against him. He trusts him not to pull any shit. As much as he infuriates him, his intentions are surprisingly sincere. Even kind, in a way that confuses the hell out of Katsuki. But he trusts him, and he's about to drift off--
When something familiar but different has his eyes shoot back open. He's glad Shouto's too busy burying his face in his neck now.
Holy shit. He's definitely awake now. Did the Ice Prince...
Did he just fucking purr?
He's silent, if only not to startle him. He has to make sure he isn't hallucinating, but nope. No. He is definitely purring. It's comforting. But it also stirs something feral inside his chest. Once the initial shock wears off, he snuggles up to him stubbornly, inhaling the scent of his soft hair, and scoffs silently allowing the purring to ease him into sleep.]