[If anything, he's surprised Shouto wants him. He knows he looks good, he's worked for it, but most people are so put off by his personality he never gave it a stray thought.
Not that he can think of much right now, other than that everything Shouto's doing feels really fucking good, he smells good and the sound of his voice is enough to send electricity down his spine, his body tensing and rocking against Shouto's, trying to relieve some of the pressure with friction, yet failing.
He groans, but it becomes more of a growl, more primal, as he cracks one eye open in exasperation and frustration. Really? You're making him talk?]
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Not that he can think of much right now, other than that everything Shouto's doing feels really fucking good, he smells good and the sound of his voice is enough to send electricity down his spine, his body tensing and rocking against Shouto's, trying to relieve some of the pressure with friction, yet failing.
He groans, but it becomes more of a growl, more primal, as he cracks one eye open in exasperation and frustration. Really? You're making him talk?]
I- Fuck. I need you, okay?