[Kissing like it's another form of competition makes it easier. It puts a label on something unfamiliar to him. But even moreso, he enjoys competing with Shouto. He enjoys kissing Shouto. He doesn't just enjoy it. He's getting a rush out of it.
Shouto's doing something to his lip, and he hums a noise he didn't think he could make, leaning into Shouto without thinking, and he didn't know people could do that with their mouths. Maybe it's just Shouto. Shouto's in his own league. He feels like he's flying, weightless, but made of super charged energy all the same. His hands grip silky locks. This must be what murder feels like. Shouto's hands sear his skin, leaving him wanting more, so he tries to do the same, going up Shouto's shirt and along his spine. He won't fall behind.]
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Shouto's doing something to his lip, and he hums a noise he didn't think he could make, leaning into Shouto without thinking, and he didn't know people could do that with their mouths. Maybe it's just Shouto. Shouto's in his own league. He feels like he's flying, weightless, but made of super charged energy all the same. His hands grip silky locks. This must be what murder feels like. Shouto's hands sear his skin, leaving him wanting more, so he tries to do the same, going up Shouto's shirt and along his spine. He won't fall behind.]