[When has he ever said anything other than the truth? Despite the insult, Katsuki's voice is warmer than usual, almost fond, his hands climbing up Shouto's midriff, tracing the outline of his abdominals and resting on his chest, where he can feel every breath and heartbeat.]
I know so.
[He looks at Shouto in the eyes, gaze confident. He may be awkwardly unsure about the rest of this, but he's sure o this one thing. And then he smirks, kissing his lips once more and trailing down to his neck and chest, but he pauses and has to ask.]
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[When has he ever said anything other than the truth? Despite the insult, Katsuki's voice is warmer than usual, almost fond, his hands climbing up Shouto's midriff, tracing the outline of his abdominals and resting on his chest, where he can feel every breath and heartbeat.]
I know so.
[He looks at Shouto in the eyes, gaze confident. He may be awkwardly unsure about the rest of this, but he's sure o this one thing. And then he smirks, kissing his lips once more and trailing down to his neck and chest, but he pauses and has to ask.]
This okay?