[It's different from training. Some of it might be the same, the exhilaration, the adrenaline, but the rest...definitely different. It feels good in a way that's so very different from the kind of good that comes with the aches and pains of a fight. It feels like every single nerve he's got is connected to Katsuki, finely tuned to the other boy's every action, and he just wants more.
More comes in the form of hands sliding down his back, and then back up underneath his shirt, and there's another noise of surprise that escapes Shouto's lips as he presses forward in turn, a hand sliding up into Katsuki's hair and tugging lightly as he breathes raggedly against the other boy's neck.]
Feels good--
[The words are a whisper against his skin, and this time he's not going to let go, the hand on Katsuki's thigh sliding up to his hip, thumb pushing his shirt up and brushing bare skin.]
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More comes in the form of hands sliding down his back, and then back up underneath his shirt, and there's another noise of surprise that escapes Shouto's lips as he presses forward in turn, a hand sliding up into Katsuki's hair and tugging lightly as he breathes raggedly against the other boy's neck.]
Feels good--
[The words are a whisper against his skin, and this time he's not going to let go, the hand on Katsuki's thigh sliding up to his hip, thumb pushing his shirt up and brushing bare skin.]
Don't stop.
[Don't run. Not this time. Please.]