[It is both of those things, isn't it? Terrifying, thrilling, dangerous, exciting. He knows what Katsuki can do with those hands. And yet here he is, clasping one of those dangerous weapons to his cheek, and the feeling of teeth against his lip sends an involuntary shudder through him, his legs shifting against Katsuki's without any thought except to get closer.
It's not going to be difficult to figure out Shouto's reaction, even for Katsuki, who's about as good at reading people as Shouto himself is, which is to say not at all. His pupils are blown, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed. Maybe later he'll be embarrassed. Maybe an hour from now, maybe tomorrow. But not right now. Right now, all he feels as Katsuki leans back in is a surge of fierce triumph and the sparking rush of adrenaline. He'll win? They'll see about that.
This time, it's Shouto's turn to tilt his head, lips parted slightly as he kisses back, lifting a hand to sink into surprisingly fluffy blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki closer, shifting on the couch to draw him in. It's invitation as much as it is challenge, and he knows Katsuki will have about as much luck resisting that as he would.]
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It's not going to be difficult to figure out Shouto's reaction, even for Katsuki, who's about as good at reading people as Shouto himself is, which is to say not at all. His pupils are blown, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed. Maybe later he'll be embarrassed. Maybe an hour from now, maybe tomorrow. But not right now. Right now, all he feels as Katsuki leans back in is a surge of fierce triumph and the sparking rush of adrenaline. He'll win? They'll see about that.
This time, it's Shouto's turn to tilt his head, lips parted slightly as he kisses back, lifting a hand to sink into surprisingly fluffy blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki closer, shifting on the couch to draw him in. It's invitation as much as it is challenge, and he knows Katsuki will have about as much luck resisting that as he would.]