[Shouto's voice echoes through his body, bringing about pleasant shivers. It's so warm, so soft but strong, he thinks he could drown in the same way he could in arctic gaze. He grips his shoulders as if to hold on for his life, eyes going shut and lashes brushing against bare skin.]
Keep talkin'
[He vaguely notices what Shouto's doing, mostly because suddenly he's cold. He sucks in a breath, kissing his collarbone before briefly pulling away to place his palms on Shouto's hand and lift his shirt up with anxious impatience, his moves almost clumsy with eagerness and his heart hammering in his ears. It's a strange sensation, like a rush of adrenaline when you know you're doing something dangerous, which makes him want to do it even more.]
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Keep talkin'
[He vaguely notices what Shouto's doing, mostly because suddenly he's cold. He sucks in a breath, kissing his collarbone before briefly pulling away to place his palms on Shouto's hand and lift his shirt up with anxious impatience, his moves almost clumsy with eagerness and his heart hammering in his ears. It's a strange sensation, like a rush of adrenaline when you know you're doing something dangerous, which makes him want to do it even more.]