[He's been afraid before. Or--if not afraid, exactly, then confused and uncertain, not wanting to sacrifice a friendship he's come to count on more than he expected for the sake of whatever else there might be. Teenage hormones, the influence of moonlacing, a sort of challenge--maybe all those things. He doesn't know for sure. He just knows right now, as that sound that's unmistakably a whimper is suppressed against his neck, they've both gotten in too deep for him to stop now, not unless Katsuki pulls away and runs again.
But he's not running. In fact, he's shifting closer to Shouto, and that's the feeling of teeth and suction on his skin and it feels good, so much better than he ever expected.]
Make m--
[Make me, he almost manages to say before Katsuki's leaving what he's pretty sure is going to be a bruise on the side of his neck, and the words trail into a bitten-off whine. It hurts, just a little, but not in a bad way, and after a second of shuddering under the touch, his fingers digging into Katsuki's thigh, he goes to leave a mark of his own on the other boy's shoulder. It's only fair, right?]
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But he's not running. In fact, he's shifting closer to Shouto, and that's the feeling of teeth and suction on his skin and it feels good, so much better than he ever expected.]
Make m--
[Make me, he almost manages to say before Katsuki's leaving what he's pretty sure is going to be a bruise on the side of his neck, and the words trail into a bitten-off whine. It hurts, just a little, but not in a bad way, and after a second of shuddering under the touch, his fingers digging into Katsuki's thigh, he goes to leave a mark of his own on the other boy's shoulder. It's only fair, right?]