[This is probably one of the very few times Katsuki doesn't mind looking up at Shouto. He even likes it. He likes being around this side of Shouto, taking in his scent and warmth of his skin. He especially likes the way Shouto says his name, like it's special, but personal, and it stirs his core and something deeper than that, something he hasn't really given much thought to except when it became an inconvenience and except now.
He actually looks back up again for a brief moment, eyes dazed and searching, because if the firmness beneath his chest is anything to go by Shouto feels similarly.]
What's- This good?
[He has no idea what he's doing, but he likes it.]
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He actually looks back up again for a brief moment, eyes dazed and searching, because if the firmness beneath his chest is anything to go by Shouto feels similarly.]
What's- This good?
[He has no idea what he's doing, but he likes it.]