[Shouto shudders slightly in turn at the feeling of eyelashes against his skin, a strangely delicate sensation juxtaposed against the strength of Katsuki's fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Soft and strong, weirdly intoxicating, and he wants more. Enough so that he's almost disappointed when Katsuki pulls back, feeling the chill of air rushing between them.
But then Katsuki's putting his hands on Shouto's and tugging his shirt off, too, and everything else is forgotten.
It isn't the first time they've been shirtless around each other. It isn't even the first time he's seen Katsuki without his shirt today. But this is different. It's a willing sort of vulnerability, and he lets his eyes wander over the other boy's wiry, muscled frame, well-developed abs, the spread of pectorals and shoulders that might not be as broad as some but are still so very strong. His hands wander as much as his eyes, fingertips slowly exploring the shape of every curve and divot, memorizing the expanse of bare skin as his palms finally come to rest on Katsuki's chest and he finally looks up again, eyes almost hazy and shadowed as he meets the other's gaze.]
Katsuki...
[The name is husky, almost a whisper, and Shouto licks his lips, almost as though he's trying to remember what he wanted to say. Was it important? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but what is important right now is more of this. His hands continue sliding upwards, over his shoulders and into spiky blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki in for another kiss, bare chests pressing together as he shudders, breath a sigh against the other boy's lips.]
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But then Katsuki's putting his hands on Shouto's and tugging his shirt off, too, and everything else is forgotten.
It isn't the first time they've been shirtless around each other. It isn't even the first time he's seen Katsuki without his shirt today. But this is different. It's a willing sort of vulnerability, and he lets his eyes wander over the other boy's wiry, muscled frame, well-developed abs, the spread of pectorals and shoulders that might not be as broad as some but are still so very strong. His hands wander as much as his eyes, fingertips slowly exploring the shape of every curve and divot, memorizing the expanse of bare skin as his palms finally come to rest on Katsuki's chest and he finally looks up again, eyes almost hazy and shadowed as he meets the other's gaze.]
Katsuki...
[The name is husky, almost a whisper, and Shouto licks his lips, almost as though he's trying to remember what he wanted to say. Was it important? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but what is important right now is more of this. His hands continue sliding upwards, over his shoulders and into spiky blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki in for another kiss, bare chests pressing together as he shudders, breath a sigh against the other boy's lips.]
Come here--