[Fuck, the only other time Katsuki has seen Shouto look this beautiful is during the sports festival. He's so vulnerable and dangerous and he thinks his chest might burst from knowing he's the one who got him to look like this. Instead he leans forward, falling into Shouto, his hands skating down over his chest. He can feel his firm pectorals even under the fabric of his shirt.
It's dizzying. Somehow Shouto has managed to tackle him right off his axis, but he doesn't give a shit about anything else, about what's going on around them. He just wants to experience more than this. He wants to taste Shouto's lips and see if he tastes as good as he smells and looks. Parting his lips, he traces his tongue along the outside of Shouto's lips, marveling their softness. He does taste good. He tangles his legs in the other's, breathing through his nose, but eventually he needs more air. He pulls away, but not before lightly biting Shouto's bottom lip, his face mere centimeters away. He can still feel his breath from here and count every gunmetal and robin's egg blue fleck in his irises.]
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It's dizzying. Somehow Shouto has managed to tackle him right off his axis, but he doesn't give a shit about anything else, about what's going on around them. He just wants to experience more than this. He wants to taste Shouto's lips and see if he tastes as good as he smells and looks. Parting his lips, he traces his tongue along the outside of Shouto's lips, marveling their softness. He does taste good. He tangles his legs in the other's, breathing through his nose, but eventually he needs more air. He pulls away, but not before lightly biting Shouto's bottom lip, his face mere centimeters away. He can still feel his breath from here and count every gunmetal and robin's egg blue fleck in his irises.]
So? Did I do better?