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[Sweet isn't a word he ever thought he'd associate with either of them. But it's that, and fragile, and he wants to hold onto whatever this is for as long as he can. He can't put a label on that look in Shouto's eyes. Even if he could, he doesn't think he'd want to. The way it resonates in his chest, echoing through his limbs and flooding him with warmth is better than any label. He feels the same way. Maybe that's why he kept running away.

Or maybe it's too complicated to boil down to one reason, like that precious, rare look in Shouto's eyes that he's so fiercely protective of. Even if it means kicking his own ass.

He opens his mouth to say something clever and probably a little abrasive when Shouto's lips unexpectedly meet his. Without thinking about it he hums a little, and leans in, his hand not holding Shouto's squeezing his shoulder.]

[Of all the reactions he might have been expecting, an enthusiastic response was not one of them. But he's definitely not complaining. What was meant to be just a short, brief, chaste touch turns into something slow and lingering, his free hand coming to rest on Katsuki's leg, and he's not sure what exactly is happening here but he doesn't want it to stop, either.

It isn't just a moon, apparently. But then, he's known that for a while.

After a long moment, he finally pauses to breathe, licking his lips and pulling back just a little.]

...Guess I like that, too. Sorry.

[It's not the moon, the moon just magnifies whatever it is he feels for him. And he's okay with that. It means they're doing it on their own volition, even if it's confusing and leaves his head swimming.

There's a pressure on his leg, a warmth that floods up, and he hums despite himself and leans forward against Shouto's chest until he can practically feel every breath and beat of his heart against his chest-

And then it's over and Katsuki blinks, face flushed and bangs slightly mussed in his eyes.]

Yeah. Me too.

[There is a kind of comfort to this still happening, even though there's no moon influence. They might not know what they're doing, but they're doing it together, and it's mutual.

As his eyes half open, Shouto takes in that flush on Katsuki's cheeks, the way his hair is a bit of a mess and falling into his face, and without thinking he lifts that hand from Katsuki's leg to push his hair back, thumb brushing against the other boy's temple as the touch lingers against his jaw.]

...Yeah?

[Not that he couldn't tell, just that...it's still a little hard to believe. That this could happen. That Katsuki likes this as much as he does. And maybe--]

--We could do more of it. If you want.

[It's hard for him to believe too. It baffles his mind that Shouto would want to do this with him, and not have him kill someone, or something simpler. But he's also kind of proud of himself that he's getting this kind of reaction out of him.

And then Shouto's cradling half of his face and he melts, resting his hand against the other teen's.]

Do you want to?

[It's an incredible rush, feeling Katsuki melt into his touch. He's so fierce, so angry, and yet right now he's so soft and pliant, and his hand on the back of Shouto's is incredibly warm. It's not just the moonlacing that makes him feel like he's floating, or maybe falling. It's this. This crazy, unbelievable experience.

Shouto leans in just a little closer, their lips barely inches apart, his eyes flickering down briefly to the other's mouth as he licks his lips. His pulse is hammering in his ears, and yet there's still a heavy silence in the air, almost expectant.]

...Yeah. Yeah, I do. Do you...?

[His voice is husky, quiet as he brushes his thumb over one sharp cheekbone, the touch almost delicate. He does. He really, really does, and maybe that should be weird but it isn't.]

[He can barely hear Shouto over his own heartbeat. He could answer, give some snarky asshole response like he normally would. But Shouto's touch is so light, and he's always so unsure, and Katsuki's mouth feels dry and his lips are barely parted when he makes his decision, leaning back in with his answer. Actions always speak louder than words, even if he has a tendency to scream the latter.

Shouto's lips are soft and warm, and he lingers there for a bit longer before moving away to breathe.]

That answer your question?

Edited 2020-04-15 11:58 (UTC)

[Most of the time, he's not gonna mind the snarky asshole response. In fact, generally he looks forward to that response, enjoys Katsuki's razor sharp wit, but right now, in the midst of this fragile thing, sharp and abrasive isn't what he needs. Maybe eventually, if this is a thing that lasts, but right now it's still so new and fresh that any sharpness could break it.

So it's good, that Katsuki answers with a kiss instead of words. A kiss Shouto knows how to answer, and it's by kissing back, fingers sliding to card through the other boy's hair again, leaning into his touch. And again, it's somehow too short. It's never enough, no matter how much he does it.]

Maybe. But I think I want to hear you say it.

[His voice is low, husky, and his lips brush Katsuki's again in a touch that's accidentally more suggestive than he means it to be.]

Why? Why do I gotta say it?

[Katsuki actually shivers at the gesture, a rush of electricity jolting down his spine, but there's an underlying current that stops him from meeting his eyes, even as he tilts his forehead to meet Shouto's, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. He can't put a label on the sensation, but it makes his heart race and vision blur. It's the same sensation he felt when he realized he wasn't extraordinary at UA, just average. The same sensation he felt when he was powerless to help All Might. It's the same, but different. It's tolerable this time.]

Demanding bastard...

[Finally, he meets his eyes.]

I want to. I don't fucking get it, but I like doing stuff with you. I think I might li- not hate you. But I don't feel that way about anyone else. Does that answer your question?

Because I want to hear it.

[The words are quiet but insistent. Why? It seemed like it shouldn't be a big deal, but suddenly it is. Suddenly it matters a lot. Why? Because he wants to hear Katsuki say the words. Why? Because the answer matters. Why? Because...because he feels that way, too, and as Katsuki finally meets his eyes, he feels a jolt of electricity down his spine.

I think I might...not hate you. It's a very Katsuki answer, but it almost wasn't. He heard that other sound, before he'd stopped himself and switched tacks. And he doesn't feel that way about anyone else. The warmth that floods through him then is a flood, drowning out anything he might have felt before. The shaky breath he lets out is somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, but his heart is pounding hard enough Katsuki might be able to feel the trembling of his fingertips against the nape of his neck.]

...Yeah. Yeah, that answers my question.

[The pulse in his ears drowns out everything else, but even if he can't hear the words he thinks maybe he should say them. So he whispers them against Katsuki's mouth, his eyes closed.]

I like you, too.

[The seconds he has to wait for a response are tortuous. Katsuki can barely even think to breathe until Shouto finally responds in something that feels like a nervous laugh, which is strange because somehow it resonates with him. He has so much to lose right now, but he guesses Shouto does too. He doesn't miss the way his fingertips tremble against his skin, so without so much thinking he reaches for his other hand, squeezing his palm.

He keeps his stare on Shouto, unable to look away even if he wanted to, silent as if to try and quiet the storm that beats against his chest and head. It doesn't work. But then Shouto says that. He likes him. Not just what he can do. And for some reason it hurts yet fills him with something completely inexplicable. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, he moves both hands to cup Shouto's face, red gaze somewhat foggy despite all his efforts to stay calm, stay strong.]

You're so-- [Strong, brave, smart, beautiful, kind.] You're so weird.

[He finishes with with a laugh that quickly dies off into a grunt, his voice hoarse.]

[There's so much to lose. So much for both of them, but it's too late to turn back now. He doesn't think either of them could turn back, not without destroying whatever this nameless thing is. And that's the last thing he wants.

Still, he can't help the rush of nerves as he says those words out loud. He can feel Katsuki's eyes on him, can feel that exhalation against his face, and as Katsuki lets go of his hands, Shouto opens his eyes to see Katsuki staring right back at him, an unfamiliar look on his face.

There are those hands on his face, and Shouto lifts his own to rest lightly on Katsuki's forearms, muscular and strong and warm and weirdly familiar. Something grounding in the midst of all this new.

....Weird.

Katsuki's laugh is short, but not cruel, and Shouto just...offers him the smallest ghost of a smile.]

...Is that such a bad thing?

[Shouto smiles at him and it lights up Katsuki's whole world. Is it a bad thing? No. Not at fucking all. Not when he smiles and laughs and kisses and just wants to be around him like that. It's dizzying and frightening but he wants more and for some reason he wants to protect that smile.

He finds himself breaking into a smile that makes his eyes practically glow like embers, uncertain even as he tries to appear confident bordering on smug, brushing Shouto's bangs to the side so he can see more of his face.]

No. Guess I can live with it.

[Katsuki smiles, and Shouto feels a shock run right through him. That smile does things to Katsuki's face, to his eyes, that seem to connect directly to Shouto's own nerve endings. How can he look like that? So bright, and so vibrant, and so alive, and so...]

...beautiful.

[He doesn't realize he's said the word out loud, barely whispered it as he turns his face to the side, pressing his lips to Katsuki's palm and breathing in. Weird. He's weird, and this is weird, but he can live with weird, too.]

...What?

[He couldn't have heard that right, but that doesn't stop the warmth in his chest to practically ignite his whole body. He's swimming in so many sensations and feelings he think he might burst if he doesn't act. Pink blooms on his cheeks and he can't help but huff softly when Shouto kisses him, leaning down to nip his ear and whisper.]

Dork.

[Oh. Whoops. Honestly it might be his turn to blush a little, and he's about to answer--come up with something else he could have said, maybe, or maybe not, maybe just say it again, louder--but then Katsuki's teeth find his ear, and there's that whisper of breath against sensitive skin, and all that comes out instead is a gasp and a quiet noise somewhere in his throat. That feels really, really different when he's human shaped, doesn't it? It feels...hm.]

Shut up.

[The words are soft and breathy and he doesn't really mean them as he tilts his head forward a little, just enough to brush his lips against the join of Katsuki's shoulder, skin almost hot against his mouth.]

[Katsuki finds himself grinning. Who knew he could feel so accomplished from something besides fighting. He's close enough to feel the way Shouto tenses, and feel the heat of his breath, and he likes that it's him who makes Shouto react this way. He doesn't just like it. He needs more of it.]

Make m-

[His words quickly die with a loud gasp, his shoulder on fire and radiating down his spine. Is he getting sick? He feels like he has a fever.

How the hell does Shouto know exactly what to do to set him off?]

Asshole.

[He whispers, lightly biting the curve of his neck.]

[It is a weird kind of accomplishment, isn't it? Shouto feels it too, as Katsuki echoes his gasp, a thrill of satisfaction running through him. He did that. Just him. And he wonders what else he can do.

The thought is cut short by the feeling of teeth against his neck, a feeling both familiar and entirely new, and this time that noise he makes sounds suspiciously like a whine, his head tilting away just a little, almost like he's offering more of his throat to Katsuki. What is he doing?]

Jerk.

[His turn. Lips part against Katsuki's skin, and his tongue slips out, tasting him almost guiltily, inhaling the scent of his skin, salt and soap and that strangely peppery scent that's just Katsuki.]

[Katsuki is practically grinning against Shouto's smooth skin now, pleased he got Shouto to elicit...such a vulnerable sound. He's also relieved in a way to know Shouto's probably just as lost to whatever this is as him. He's started to trust that he reciprocates these confusing, frustrating feelings, but knowing they affected him just as much...it evens the playing field.

And then Shouto does that and how the hell did he do that with his tongue and why does it make him jolt, teeth scraping on Shouto's collarbone as he hisses and clenches his eyes shut, his hands tangled in soft, two-toned hair.]

Dick.

Whatever--

[Shouto is absolutely just as lost. He might have kissed people before Katsuki, but he's never quite felt this way before. Never quite so on edge, so giddy, so much like he's on the verge of discovering something brand new, but unsure just how to cross that threshold.

But they're both here, together. Both in this together. And Katsuki's hands are tangled in his hair and his teeth are on Shouto's collarbone and Shouto doesn't answer with words. Instead, he lets his own teeth scrape against Katsuki's skin, mouth fixing as he experimentally kisses his skin, light suction just shy of leaving a mark. His hand drops back to Katsuki's thigh as he shifts closer, inviting more. More of what he's not sure, just...more.]

Edited 2020-04-24 00:26 (UTC)

Shut up-

[This is all new to him too. The excitement, the rush, the fear of loss if he screws something up. It's different than anything else, but if Shouto can handle it he's not going to stop. That sensation of Shouto's mouth suctioning on his shoulders has him humming at first before he buries his face in Shouto's neck to stifle a whimper.

He feels Shouto move against him and he presses his body further, deciding to do the same and lightly bites the side of his neck, grazing his skin with his tongue and gradually sucking on his skin. Take that, bastard.]

[He's been afraid before. Or--if not afraid, exactly, then confused and uncertain, not wanting to sacrifice a friendship he's come to count on more than he expected for the sake of whatever else there might be. Teenage hormones, the influence of moonlacing, a sort of challenge--maybe all those things. He doesn't know for sure. He just knows right now, as that sound that's unmistakably a whimper is suppressed against his neck, they've both gotten in too deep for him to stop now, not unless Katsuki pulls away and runs again.

But he's not running. In fact, he's shifting closer to Shouto, and that's the feeling of teeth and suction on his skin and it feels good, so much better than he ever expected.]

Make m--

[Make me, he almost manages to say before Katsuki's leaving what he's pretty sure is going to be a bruise on the side of his neck, and the words trail into a bitten-off whine. It hurts, just a little, but not in a bad way, and after a second of shuddering under the touch, his fingers digging into Katsuki's thigh, he goes to leave a mark of his own on the other boy's shoulder. It's only fair, right?]

[Katsuki's fucked up. He's run too many times but now, now that he knows how good this feels, now that he knows the pang in his chest he gets whenever he looks or thinks of Shouto- he can't run again. He can't make excuses or pretend anymore. The only thing he's running to is wherever this ends up.

Katsuki smiles against Shouto's skin, hissing at the pain but enjoying it at the same time. Hell, he'd probably enjoy it if Shouto punched him during training. No, he wasn't that far gone. Was he?

It doesn't matter. He wants more. Greedily, his hands untangle from Shouto's hair and slide down his back, scaping up his shirt to feel the strong back muscles he knows he worked hard for, his chest practically glued to him.]

Edited 2020-04-26 00:14 (UTC)

[It's different from training. Some of it might be the same, the exhilaration, the adrenaline, but the rest...definitely different. It feels good in a way that's so very different from the kind of good that comes with the aches and pains of a fight. It feels like every single nerve he's got is connected to Katsuki, finely tuned to the other boy's every action, and he just wants more.

More comes in the form of hands sliding down his back, and then back up underneath his shirt, and there's another noise of surprise that escapes Shouto's lips as he presses forward in turn, a hand sliding up into Katsuki's hair and tugging lightly as he breathes raggedly against the other boy's neck.]

Feels good--

[The words are a whisper against his skin, and this time he's not going to let go, the hand on Katsuki's thigh sliding up to his hip, thumb pushing his shirt up and brushing bare skin.]

Don't stop.

[Don't run. Not this time. Please.]

Don't-

[Who fucking knew such a small gesture as Shouto's thumb on his bare skin could elicit a low moan, his body shivering as he drags blunt nails down Shouto's spine.]

Don't tell me what to do.

[Finally, he manages his breathless comment. He won't run but fuck does he want more. And more. And more. He could probably get lost in this, forget everything if they keep going. He won't run. He doesn't think he'd ever feel the same with anyone else, but with Shouto he doesn't ever want to stop.]

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