[Katsuki might be trying to play it cool, but his heart is hammering in his head and he holds his breath waiting for a reaction.
Funny, the laughter doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore when it comes from Shouto. It embarrasses him a little, burning his ears, especially considering how hard he worked on that line, but it's not the kind of red-vision rage he gets with other people. He even kind of likes it, mostly because it's so rare and it makes him feel like he won something and Shouto's voice is beautiful.]
Sh- Shut up.
[He starts reaching for Shouto's face but then he pulls away and it becomes real. It's not the first time he's ever seen Shouto without a shirt, but it is the first time like this, where he's been able to look. He lingers on his collarbone, the strong slope of his shoulders, way his pectorals and abs seem to have been perfectly carved by some expert sculptor. Shouto's not just beautiful. He is beyond words.
Without thinking Katsuki leans in, his palms on Shouto's chest, and presses a kiss on his shoulder.]
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Funny, the laughter doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore when it comes from Shouto. It embarrasses him a little, burning his ears, especially considering how hard he worked on that line, but it's not the kind of red-vision rage he gets with other people. He even kind of likes it, mostly because it's so rare and it makes him feel like he won something and Shouto's voice is beautiful.]
Sh- Shut up.
[He starts reaching for Shouto's face but then he pulls away and it becomes real. It's not the first time he's ever seen Shouto without a shirt, but it is the first time like this, where he's been able to look. He lingers on his collarbone, the strong slope of his shoulders, way his pectorals and abs seem to have been perfectly carved by some expert sculptor. Shouto's not just beautiful. He is beyond words.
Without thinking Katsuki leans in, his palms on Shouto's chest, and presses a kiss on his shoulder.]