[The feeling of a tongue on his lips makes his heart feel like it's going to leap straight out of his chest, like the floor's suddenly dropped out from under him. That's Katsuki's tongue, and the gesture makes him feel bolder, bold enough to return it. He tastes different. He tastes good. So much better than anything else, and he's tempted to do it again, lips parted and eyes closed, when suddenly there's a slight sharpness of teeth in his lower lip, enough to pull a faint sound of surprise from him. Surprise, yes, but definitely not a bad one. Maybe he could do it again. Maybe he will.
Except they both have to breathe, and finally it's Katsuki who pulls away, panting slightly, allowing Shouto a moment to catch his breath and look up at him, trying to focus on his words.]
Better...?
[Better than what? Better than his own? How's he supposed to know? And what was that about winning? Almost despite himself, Shouto can feel his lips curling in a smile that warms his expression, eyes almost luminous.]
Don't know. Maybe you should do it again, so I can have a better idea.
[What is he doing? What is he saying? Someone should stop this, but honestly it's not gonna be him right now. This feels too nice to stop, and his Cordis instincts are far too strong.]
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Except they both have to breathe, and finally it's Katsuki who pulls away, panting slightly, allowing Shouto a moment to catch his breath and look up at him, trying to focus on his words.]
Better...?
[Better than what? Better than his own? How's he supposed to know? And what was that about winning? Almost despite himself, Shouto can feel his lips curling in a smile that warms his expression, eyes almost luminous.]
Don't know. Maybe you should do it again, so I can have a better idea.
[What is he doing? What is he saying? Someone should stop this, but honestly it's not gonna be him right now. This feels too nice to stop, and his Cordis instincts are far too strong.]