[He growls, almost playfully. It's nice to see Shouto intentionally be a jerk for once. He's started to learn that for the most part, he doesn't mean to be. He just sucks with people. That's fine with Katsuki; he does too. Shouto's personality is nothing like his looks. And yet here he is, greedily enjoying bo-
What the hell? This time, Katsuki does react, making some sort of strangled sound as Shouto's fingers dance on his skin. His fingers are a little cool against his bare skin, but he finds he doesn't mind it. What the fuck is he doing? Is he out of it? Katsuki doesn't know how to react, so he does what comes naturally: he retaliates with a hand on his thigh, the other one cupping Shouto's jaw to look down at him.]
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[He growls, almost playfully. It's nice to see Shouto intentionally be a jerk for once. He's started to learn that for the most part, he doesn't mean to be. He just sucks with people. That's fine with Katsuki; he does too. Shouto's personality is nothing like his looks. And yet here he is, greedily enjoying bo-
What the hell? This time, Katsuki does react, making some sort of strangled sound as Shouto's fingers dance on his skin. His fingers are a little cool against his bare skin, but he finds he doesn't mind it. What the fuck is he doing? Is he out of it? Katsuki doesn't know how to react, so he does what comes naturally: he retaliates with a hand on his thigh, the other one cupping Shouto's jaw to look down at him.]
Yeah. Whatever.