[Yeah, he's abrasive. And if they hadn't had months to get to know each other, to slowly let down their walls or break through them by force, then maybe he wouldn't be into Katsuki. But it's been six months since that first real conversation, and every weird thing in this place has pushed them closer together, taught them to trust each other, showed him a side of Katsuki beyond just yelling and violence and the burning need to be the best. Those things have their place too, but they aren't all he is, and Shouto accepts all that he is. He wants Katsuki, and all of the parts of him.
Although his focus right now, perhaps, is a little more on the parts he can feel.
Another whine escapes him as Katsuki rocks against him, and his own hips roll upwards again in response, the motion a little awkward but still enough to send a wave of pleasure through him. He never knew this could feel so good with anyone, let alone another guy, and yet here they are, and...
And then Katsuki says that, and somehow that heat in his belly doubles and triples in intensity. I need you. He's never done this before, still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he knows enough to know that he feels the same. And he knows what he does when he feels like this, so maybe...]
I need you, too, Katsuki. I want you. So...
[The word trails off, and Shouto's hand sinks back down the other boy's chest, slowly traveling lower and lower. There's a question in his eyes, one that doesn't quite hit his lips as his fingers hook slightly on the waistband of Katsuki's pants--his pants, Katsuki's wearing his pants, and that just makes it better, somehow--and then deliberately drop lower, fingers lightly exploring the shape of him through the thin fabric. It's a rush, doing this--being allowed to do even this much--and he bites back another whine, eyes dropping to watch what his hand is doing. And to see, maybe, if Katsuki enjoys it.]
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Although his focus right now, perhaps, is a little more on the parts he can feel.
Another whine escapes him as Katsuki rocks against him, and his own hips roll upwards again in response, the motion a little awkward but still enough to send a wave of pleasure through him. He never knew this could feel so good with anyone, let alone another guy, and yet here they are, and...
And then Katsuki says that, and somehow that heat in his belly doubles and triples in intensity. I need you. He's never done this before, still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he knows enough to know that he feels the same. And he knows what he does when he feels like this, so maybe...]
I need you, too, Katsuki. I want you. So...
[The word trails off, and Shouto's hand sinks back down the other boy's chest, slowly traveling lower and lower. There's a question in his eyes, one that doesn't quite hit his lips as his fingers hook slightly on the waistband of Katsuki's pants--his pants, Katsuki's wearing his pants, and that just makes it better, somehow--and then deliberately drop lower, fingers lightly exploring the shape of him through the thin fabric. It's a rush, doing this--being allowed to do even this much--and he bites back another whine, eyes dropping to watch what his hand is doing. And to see, maybe, if Katsuki enjoys it.]