[The insult doesn't feel at all harsh. If anything, it's almost soft. Soft as the hands on his bare skin, soft as the lips that press against his own, then trail downward, igniting a trail of fire beneath them. It takes more effort than he's proud of to find his voice as Katsuki asks that question, but he knows he needs to answer.
His head has tipped back to allow the other boy room to explore, but at the question it tilts forward again, his eyes almost feverish as he looks down at Katsuki.]
Yeah--yeah, it's--it feels really good--
[The words are breathy, quiet, almost pleading. He doesn't want Katsuki to stop. Shifting just a little, Shouto half leans back against the arm of the couch, doing his best to give Katsuki further room to explore.]
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His head has tipped back to allow the other boy room to explore, but at the question it tilts forward again, his eyes almost feverish as he looks down at Katsuki.]
Yeah--yeah, it's--it feels really good--
[The words are breathy, quiet, almost pleading. He doesn't want Katsuki to stop. Shifting just a little, Shouto half leans back against the arm of the couch, doing his best to give Katsuki further room to explore.]