[Katsuki is practically grinning against Shouto's smooth skin now, pleased he got Shouto to elicit...such a vulnerable sound. He's also relieved in a way to know Shouto's probably just as lost to whatever this is as him. He's started to trust that he reciprocates these confusing, frustrating feelings, but knowing they affected him just as much...it evens the playing field.
And then Shouto does that and how the hell did he do that with his tongue and why does it make him jolt, teeth scraping on Shouto's collarbone as he hisses and clenches his eyes shut, his hands tangled in soft, two-toned hair.]
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And then Shouto does that and how the hell did he do that with his tongue and why does it make him jolt, teeth scraping on Shouto's collarbone as he hisses and clenches his eyes shut, his hands tangled in soft, two-toned hair.]
Dick.