[I want you more, Katsuki says, and once upon a time not too long ago that kind of answer would have driven him crazy. Now, though...now it just... it's Katsuki. It's who he is, and the words make Shouto smile against his skin, although that smile drops away as Katsuki pulls back in favor of a look that's almost dazed. How is he this attractive? Has he always been this way, and Shouto just never noticed? He can't imagine forgetting now, no matter what happens next.
But he's waiting for Katsuki's answer. Whatever happens next is reliant on that. And what happens next--
He can't help it. At those words, a startled, warm laugh bursts from Shouto's lips, his eyes lighting up as he looks at Katsuki, a hand slipping from beneath Katsuki's shirt in order to cup his cheek in a gesture that's incredibly tender. God. Well, at least that breaks apart any kind of fear or hesitation he might have felt before, and he leans in to kiss Katsuki again as his hands drop to the hem of his own shirt.]
Yeah, okay. Here--
[His shirt comes off, to be discarded next to the couch, and he pauses there, letting Katsuki get his bearings. He's not going to rush, no matter how much he wants.]
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But he's waiting for Katsuki's answer. Whatever happens next is reliant on that. And what happens next--
He can't help it. At those words, a startled, warm laugh bursts from Shouto's lips, his eyes lighting up as he looks at Katsuki, a hand slipping from beneath Katsuki's shirt in order to cup his cheek in a gesture that's incredibly tender. God. Well, at least that breaks apart any kind of fear or hesitation he might have felt before, and he leans in to kiss Katsuki again as his hands drop to the hem of his own shirt.]
Yeah, okay. Here--
[His shirt comes off, to be discarded next to the couch, and he pauses there, letting Katsuki get his bearings. He's not going to rush, no matter how much he wants.]