[He knows that feeling. It's the same one he gets whenever Shouto smiles at him, or laughs in that soft voice of his. It feels like it should be rare, but it's become more common around him. He takes it as a sign that Shouto feels comfortable around him- hell, he has to, or they wouldn't have done this. But it stirs something aching and protective inside him, and he wants to hold onto every soft look and smile and laugh.]
Yeah. It was...amazing.
[He repeats breathlessly, still on the rush from it. It really is like a good workout. Shouto could probably kick his ass in a workout- The thought's appealing, but right now just lying on the other boy, maybe falling asleep is more tempting-
He laughs, but it's not derisive or mocking, and he smiles, leaning in. Shouto is so warm, and fucking beautiful, especially now.]
Yeah. Yeah. Don't gotta ask me.
[He leans in, pressing his lips against Shouto's, his hands tangled in his hair. Even after everything, his hair is still soft, and he parts his lips slightly, drawn in to the warmth. Shouto tastes so good, so Katsuki feels a little less self-conscious having his somewhat sweaty face and body back up against his.]
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Yeah. It was...amazing.
[He repeats breathlessly, still on the rush from it. It really is like a good workout. Shouto could probably kick his ass in a workout- The thought's appealing, but right now just lying on the other boy, maybe falling asleep is more tempting-
He laughs, but it's not derisive or mocking, and he smiles, leaning in. Shouto is so warm, and fucking beautiful, especially now.]
Yeah. Yeah. Don't gotta ask me.
[He leans in, pressing his lips against Shouto's, his hands tangled in his hair. Even after everything, his hair is still soft, and he parts his lips slightly, drawn in to the warmth. Shouto tastes so good, so Katsuki feels a little less self-conscious having his somewhat sweaty face and body back up against his.]