[It's true, they've had months to get this far. And yet it still floors Katsuki with the knowledge. His feelings are reciprocated. Shouto wants him...hell, wants more of him than Katsuki ever dreamed.
The pressure is almost physically painful now, and he has no idea what he's doing, but Shouto seems to like it as much as he does. That whine sends more jolts throughout his body, his hands twitching and then grasping Shouto's hips, memorizing their firm strength.
He didn't realize he was still nervous, because when Shouto returns his words his expression relaxes a bit.]
So...
[He watches Shouto's hands move, and he nods once when he thinks he understands what he's wanting to do. He has no idea what to expect. This is all new territory.
What he doesn't expect is the shock from where Shouto's hands meet him that radiates to his hips and stomach, clouding his head. Every nerve he didn't know he even a had has been set on fire; it's like one of his explosions, only inside, and he finds himself gasping and arching back.]
Shit that feels fuckin' good- keep- keep doing it.
[But...it's not fair to expect everything and let Shouto do all the work, is it? He's better than that. Clumsily, his hands trace the hem of Shouto's pants, tracing them and going down. He finds himself gripping the fabric as he whimpers, loudly, his eyes wide and pupils blown while Shouto continues.]
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The pressure is almost physically painful now, and he has no idea what he's doing, but Shouto seems to like it as much as he does. That whine sends more jolts throughout his body, his hands twitching and then grasping Shouto's hips, memorizing their firm strength.
He didn't realize he was still nervous, because when Shouto returns his words his expression relaxes a bit.]
So...
[He watches Shouto's hands move, and he nods once when he thinks he understands what he's wanting to do. He has no idea what to expect. This is all new territory.
What he doesn't expect is the shock from where Shouto's hands meet him that radiates to his hips and stomach, clouding his head. Every nerve he didn't know he even a had has been set on fire; it's like one of his explosions, only inside, and he finds himself gasping and arching back.]
Shit that feels fuckin' good- keep- keep doing it.
[But...it's not fair to expect everything and let Shouto do all the work, is it? He's better than that. Clumsily, his hands trace the hem of Shouto's pants, tracing them and going down. He finds himself gripping the fabric as he whimpers, loudly, his eyes wide and pupils blown while Shouto continues.]
Wanna- wanna help you too.