[It's an incredible rush, feeling Katsuki melt into his touch. He's so fierce, so angry, and yet right now he's so soft and pliant, and his hand on the back of Shouto's is incredibly warm. It's not just the moonlacing that makes him feel like he's floating, or maybe falling. It's this. This crazy, unbelievable experience.
Shouto leans in just a little closer, their lips barely inches apart, his eyes flickering down briefly to the other's mouth as he licks his lips. His pulse is hammering in his ears, and yet there's still a heavy silence in the air, almost expectant.]
...Yeah. Yeah, I do. Do you...?
[His voice is husky, quiet as he brushes his thumb over one sharp cheekbone, the touch almost delicate. He does. He really, really does, and maybe that should be weird but it isn't.]
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Shouto leans in just a little closer, their lips barely inches apart, his eyes flickering down briefly to the other's mouth as he licks his lips. His pulse is hammering in his ears, and yet there's still a heavy silence in the air, almost expectant.]
...Yeah. Yeah, I do. Do you...?
[His voice is husky, quiet as he brushes his thumb over one sharp cheekbone, the touch almost delicate. He does. He really, really does, and maybe that should be weird but it isn't.]