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[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.]

[Today, in sounds that Shouto didn't know Katsuki could make and didn't expect to have such a visceral effect on him: that moan, which makes him shudder, muffling a sound with his mouth against the other boy's shoulder. It's such a rush, knowing he's the reason Katsuki is making that sound, and he's almost lightheaded as he lifts his face from his shoulder and presses a messy, almost desperate kiss to Katsuki's lips before pulling back just enough to look at him. Shouto's cheeks are flushed, his lips parted and almost swollen as he licks them, fingers climbing higher over Katsuki's skin.]

M'not telling. Asking. Please--

[The word is almost pleading, and he feels like he might fall apart without Katsuki there to hold him together. This time, the kiss is more insistent, his lips parting and his tongue just barely brushing against Katsuki's mouth. Asking, again.]

[It almost gives him whiplash, being drawn in to a desperate kiss before Shouto breaks it to look at him. Katsuki has never seen someone so beautiful. It's seared into his mind, Shouto looks so radiant, so vulnerable, so alive. He could probably be happy with just staring at him forever, and he almost does, but he's always gone after what he wants and he wants everything.

He thinks he can barely speak, hands trailing down to the hem of Shouto's pants, not thinking, just acting as he shivers, needing more.]

Don't gotta ask. I want you. Just you. I want everything.

[Those hands drag back down his back, and Shouto arches under the touch, feeling like he's on fire. There's heat in every touch, in the words Katsuki whispers against his mouth, in every part of this, and he thinks he might burn to ashes, but--]

I want you.

[The words are an echo, and his hands climb higher, sliding around Katsuki's ribs and up his back, clasping the other boy to him. It's hard to get as much contact as he wants with the two of them sitting like this, but he's going to touch as much as he can, while he can. Although--]

...This would be easier without a shirt. Can I...?

[Can he take Katsuki's shirt off, can he take his own off, can he do anything without Katsuki freaking out, maybe if he asks it'll go better this time, it won't be a sudden surprise. And honestly, at least they're both going into this this time knowing full well what they're doing.]

[Dizzying heat rises all the way up to Katsuki's head, it pours into him. He's never felt so light yet wanting for more. He thinks he might drown in it, but he manages a breathless reply.]

I want you more.

[It's practically second nature now, the way he has a comeback for any challenge Shouto presents, perceived or real. But the way he shivers and nearly jolts at the sensitive pinpricks to his ribs isn't, And yet he leans back in, moving his hands around to explore up Shouto's chest, nearly not realizing he just asked something. He stops, face flushed and hair a mess in his eyes, but he doesn't move away. The regret for what he did last time, how he reacted, almost cools him down. He stares at Shouto in amazement. He should think carefully about what to say next.]

Come at me.

[Perfect.]

[I want you more, Katsuki says, and once upon a time not too long ago that kind of answer would have driven him crazy. Now, though...now it just... it's Katsuki. It's who he is, and the words make Shouto smile against his skin, although that smile drops away as Katsuki pulls back in favor of a look that's almost dazed. How is he this attractive? Has he always been this way, and Shouto just never noticed? He can't imagine forgetting now, no matter what happens next.

But he's waiting for Katsuki's answer. Whatever happens next is reliant on that. And what happens next--

He can't help it. At those words, a startled, warm laugh bursts from Shouto's lips, his eyes lighting up as he looks at Katsuki, a hand slipping from beneath Katsuki's shirt in order to cup his cheek in a gesture that's incredibly tender. God. Well, at least that breaks apart any kind of fear or hesitation he might have felt before, and he leans in to kiss Katsuki again as his hands drop to the hem of his own shirt.]

Yeah, okay. Here--

[His shirt comes off, to be discarded next to the couch, and he pauses there, letting Katsuki get his bearings. He's not going to rush, no matter how much he wants.]

[Katsuki might be trying to play it cool, but his heart is hammering in his head and he holds his breath waiting for a reaction.

Funny, the laughter doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore when it comes from Shouto. It embarrasses him a little, burning his ears, especially considering how hard he worked on that line, but it's not the kind of red-vision rage he gets with other people. He even kind of likes it, mostly because it's so rare and it makes him feel like he won something and Shouto's voice is beautiful.]

Sh- Shut up.

[He starts reaching for Shouto's face but then he pulls away and it becomes real. It's not the first time he's ever seen Shouto without a shirt, but it is the first time like this, where he's been able to look. He lingers on his collarbone, the strong slope of his shoulders, way his pectorals and abs seem to have been perfectly carved by some expert sculptor. Shouto's not just beautiful. He is beyond words.

Without thinking Katsuki leans in, his palms on Shouto's chest, and presses a kiss on his shoulder.]

[He's glad Katsuki doesn't flinch at the laughter, or change his mind. Instead, his ears turn a startling shade of pink, and is it weird that the first thing that pops into his mind is 'cute'? Because it is. It's cute, and the way Katsuki stutters that retort is cute, and maybe he won't say it out loud but he's not going to stop thinking it.

Less cute is the way he can feel those eyes wandering over his body. Less cute, and more...something he doesn't exactly have the words for, something that makes every nerve ending tingle and makes his heart pound, makes him realize that maybe he's a little more into this than he thought. His breath catches as Katsuki's hands slide over his chest, and lips find his shoulder, and his head turns so his mouth brushes the shell of Katsuki's ear as he murmurs quietly.]

I don't want to.

[The words are warm, fond, almost teasing, and he places a kiss on the soft spot behind Katsuki's ear as he lifts his hands to slide slowly up Katsuki's sides, pushing his shirt up by inches as he goes. He wants less fabric to get in the way of their explorations, more skin contact, but he's not going to go fast enough to spook the other boy.]

[Shouto's voice echoes through his body, bringing about pleasant shivers. It's so warm, so soft but strong, he thinks he could drown in the same way he could in arctic gaze. He grips his shoulders as if to hold on for his life, eyes going shut and lashes brushing against bare skin.]

Keep talkin'

[He vaguely notices what Shouto's doing, mostly because suddenly he's cold. He sucks in a breath, kissing his collarbone before briefly pulling away to place his palms on Shouto's hand and lift his shirt up with anxious impatience, his moves almost clumsy with eagerness and his heart hammering in his ears. It's a strange sensation, like a rush of adrenaline when you know you're doing something dangerous, which makes him want to do it even more.]

[Shouto shudders slightly in turn at the feeling of eyelashes against his skin, a strangely delicate sensation juxtaposed against the strength of Katsuki's fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Soft and strong, weirdly intoxicating, and he wants more. Enough so that he's almost disappointed when Katsuki pulls back, feeling the chill of air rushing between them.

But then Katsuki's putting his hands on Shouto's and tugging his shirt off, too, and everything else is forgotten.

It isn't the first time they've been shirtless around each other. It isn't even the first time he's seen Katsuki without his shirt today. But this is different. It's a willing sort of vulnerability, and he lets his eyes wander over the other boy's wiry, muscled frame, well-developed abs, the spread of pectorals and shoulders that might not be as broad as some but are still so very strong. His hands wander as much as his eyes, fingertips slowly exploring the shape of every curve and divot, memorizing the expanse of bare skin as his palms finally come to rest on Katsuki's chest and he finally looks up again, eyes almost hazy and shadowed as he meets the other's gaze.]

Katsuki...

[The name is husky, almost a whisper, and Shouto licks his lips, almost as though he's trying to remember what he wanted to say. Was it important? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but what is important right now is more of this. His hands continue sliding upwards, over his shoulders and into spiky blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki in for another kiss, bare chests pressing together as he shudders, breath a sigh against the other boy's lips.]

Come here--

[Shouto's not the only one whose eyes are wandering. Katsuki's taking his time to stare at his broad shoulders (jerk), strong pectorals and abs that dip down and taper off to a narrower, but still strong waist. Looking is all well and good, but he wants to memorize everything with his hands, with his sense of taste, and he doesn't realize his lips are parted softly until the name has him inhaling sharply, as if that will stop him from moaning.]

You-

[Say his name again. He likes it when Shouto says it. It sounds like something special, something good, taking on a whole different meaning, and he grins against soft lips, shivering at first before pressing himself closer.]

How are you so fucking beautiful?

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