[Today, in sounds that Shouto didn't know Katsuki could make and didn't expect to have such a visceral effect on him: that moan, which makes him shudder, muffling a sound with his mouth against the other boy's shoulder. It's such a rush, knowing he's the reason Katsuki is making that sound, and he's almost lightheaded as he lifts his face from his shoulder and presses a messy, almost desperate kiss to Katsuki's lips before pulling back just enough to look at him. Shouto's cheeks are flushed, his lips parted and almost swollen as he licks them, fingers climbing higher over Katsuki's skin.]
M'not telling. Asking. Please--
[The word is almost pleading, and he feels like he might fall apart without Katsuki there to hold him together. This time, the kiss is more insistent, his lips parting and his tongue just barely brushing against Katsuki's mouth. Asking, again.]
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M'not telling. Asking. Please--
[The word is almost pleading, and he feels like he might fall apart without Katsuki there to hold him together. This time, the kiss is more insistent, his lips parting and his tongue just barely brushing against Katsuki's mouth. Asking, again.]