[Shouto's not the only one whose eyes are wandering. Katsuki's taking his time to stare at his broad shoulders (jerk), strong pectorals and abs that dip down and taper off to a narrower, but still strong waist. Looking is all well and good, but he wants to memorize everything with his hands, with his sense of taste, and he doesn't realize his lips are parted softly until the name has him inhaling sharply, as if that will stop him from moaning.]
You-
[Say his name again. He likes it when Shouto says it. It sounds like something special, something good, taking on a whole different meaning, and he grins against soft lips, shivering at first before pressing himself closer.]
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You-
[Say his name again. He likes it when Shouto says it. It sounds like something special, something good, taking on a whole different meaning, and he grins against soft lips, shivering at first before pressing himself closer.]
How are you so fucking beautiful?