[One might expect someone as stoic and terse as Shouto Todoroki to be just as quiet during something like this, but that couldn't be further from reality. He's not quiet in the slightest, not really. Every ragged breath is a faint sound, a shuddered almost-laugh as Katsuki's mouth travels over his ribs, a whine as a hot tongue swipes over his abs. It all feels so good, so warm, so much, but every time he thinks he can't feel any more, Katsuki somehow proves him wrong, and those teeth on his hip get the strongest reaction of all.
A sound that can't be described as anything less than a whimper escapes his lips, fingers threading into blonde hair as he rolls his hips upward into the touch, not even remotely thinking about what he's doing.]
Katsuki--
[The name is gasped, practically moaned, and Shouto shifts again underneath him, seeking something. He's not sure what. Friction, maybe, something to help relieve the growing discomfort, the way it feels like his skin is too tight for his body.]
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A sound that can't be described as anything less than a whimper escapes his lips, fingers threading into blonde hair as he rolls his hips upward into the touch, not even remotely thinking about what he's doing.]
Katsuki--
[The name is gasped, practically moaned, and Shouto shifts again underneath him, seeking something. He's not sure what. Friction, maybe, something to help relieve the growing discomfort, the way it feels like his skin is too tight for his body.]
Do that...again--? Please--