[Honestly the way Katsuki grabs his hips like that is almost enough to distract him from his current course of action. He had no idea he'd like this sort of thing so much--the weight of Katsuki pinning him to the couch, firm, strong hands clasping bare skin. It feels like he could try to get away, but Katsuki wouldn't let him, and there's something bizarrely reassuring in that, just like the nod he gives Shouto is reassuring. He's okay with it. It's okay.
It's...more than okay, apparently, as Katsuki shudders and arches, and Shouto can't help the way his hips arch upwards in turn at the sound he makes, then again at that look in his eyes. It's almost frantic, and a part of him is sure he looks the same right now, lips parted and cheeks flushed and the pulse beating in the hollow of his throat.
Katsuki asks for more, and it's more he'll get, Shouto's grip on his arousal through the fabric growing more sure, stroking him with a little more confidence--and then biting back a moan as Katsuki's hand finds him in turn.]
Please--
[He doesn't know what else to say, but he doesn't want this to stop, and he's not going to stop, either, until they reach the end of whatever this is.]
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It's...more than okay, apparently, as Katsuki shudders and arches, and Shouto can't help the way his hips arch upwards in turn at the sound he makes, then again at that look in his eyes. It's almost frantic, and a part of him is sure he looks the same right now, lips parted and cheeks flushed and the pulse beating in the hollow of his throat.
Katsuki asks for more, and it's more he'll get, Shouto's grip on his arousal through the fabric growing more sure, stroking him with a little more confidence--and then biting back a moan as Katsuki's hand finds him in turn.]
Please--
[He doesn't know what else to say, but he doesn't want this to stop, and he's not going to stop, either, until they reach the end of whatever this is.]