[As much as Katsuki knows what that was, there's still that gnawing uncertainty in the back of his mind. Maybe Shouto had just forgotten who he was. Maybe it was some triple moon bullshit thing. He didn't fucking know. So when Shouto holds him, strong hands somehow stronger and his voice a soft rumble in is ears that resonates through his whole body, Katsuki relaxes. He smiles against Shouto's jaw, rubbing against his face again, enjoying that amazing smell and the warmth of his skin. He sniffs Shouto's neck, licking his skin with his small tongue, and then gives him a few playful nips against his neck and jaw. He's not thinking, he's just acting on the strange feelings that flood through his entire body. If he doesn't do something, he thinks he might explode.
Fuck, there's so much more he wants to do and say. He wants to yell at Shouto's face and tell him how stupidly beautiful he is. He wants to use his own hands to cup his classmate's face and lean in and capture his lips with his own. He wants to take off his shirt this time, because he fucked up, and let Shouto be stunned because it's only fair that he get to forget how to talk after that whole mermaid disaster. He wants to feel Shouto, see him, taste him- he wants everything. He has to. The timing sucks, but once this is over... Shouto won't know what hit him.]
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Fuck, there's so much more he wants to do and say. He wants to yell at Shouto's face and tell him how stupidly beautiful he is. He wants to use his own hands to cup his classmate's face and lean in and capture his lips with his own. He wants to take off his shirt this time, because he fucked up, and let Shouto be stunned because it's only fair that he get to forget how to talk after that whole mermaid disaster. He wants to feel Shouto, see him, taste him- he wants everything. He has to. The timing sucks, but once this is over... Shouto won't know what hit him.]