[Those hands drag back down his back, and Shouto arches under the touch, feeling like he's on fire. There's heat in every touch, in the words Katsuki whispers against his mouth, in every part of this, and he thinks he might burn to ashes, but--]
I want you.
[The words are an echo, and his hands climb higher, sliding around Katsuki's ribs and up his back, clasping the other boy to him. It's hard to get as much contact as he wants with the two of them sitting like this, but he's going to touch as much as he can, while he can. Although--]
...This would be easier without a shirt. Can I...?
[Can he take Katsuki's shirt off, can he take his own off, can he do anything without Katsuki freaking out, maybe if he asks it'll go better this time, it won't be a sudden surprise. And honestly, at least they're both going into this this time knowing full well what they're doing.]
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I want you.
[The words are an echo, and his hands climb higher, sliding around Katsuki's ribs and up his back, clasping the other boy to him. It's hard to get as much contact as he wants with the two of them sitting like this, but he's going to touch as much as he can, while he can. Although--]
...This would be easier without a shirt. Can I...?
[Can he take Katsuki's shirt off, can he take his own off, can he do anything without Katsuki freaking out, maybe if he asks it'll go better this time, it won't be a sudden surprise. And honestly, at least they're both going into this this time knowing full well what they're doing.]