[It is a weird kind of accomplishment, isn't it? Shouto feels it too, as Katsuki echoes his gasp, a thrill of satisfaction running through him. He did that. Just him. And he wonders what else he can do.
The thought is cut short by the feeling of teeth against his neck, a feeling both familiar and entirely new, and this time that noise he makes sounds suspiciously like a whine, his head tilting away just a little, almost like he's offering more of his throat to Katsuki. What is he doing?]
Jerk.
[His turn. Lips part against Katsuki's skin, and his tongue slips out, tasting him almost guiltily, inhaling the scent of his skin, salt and soap and that strangely peppery scent that's just Katsuki.]
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The thought is cut short by the feeling of teeth against his neck, a feeling both familiar and entirely new, and this time that noise he makes sounds suspiciously like a whine, his head tilting away just a little, almost like he's offering more of his throat to Katsuki. What is he doing?]
Jerk.
[His turn. Lips part against Katsuki's skin, and his tongue slips out, tasting him almost guiltily, inhaling the scent of his skin, salt and soap and that strangely peppery scent that's just Katsuki.]