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[hot_handed]

[Yeah... yeah, he's happy. Elated, even. He still doesn't quite believe what happened.

He hums softly, enjoying the pulse of Shouto's heartbeat against his, and his warm lips on his own. It's slower this time, less impatient, and he shivers pleasantly as he moves his hands to Shouto's shoulders, tracing down his triceps and biceps.]

I like being on top. I like winning.

[His voice is hoarse, low, and he speaks in between re-learning Shouto's mouth with his tongue.]

[numbertwohero]

Think we both won this time.

[There's a husky laugh in the words, spoken in between long, lazy kisses, tongues tangling and breath sighing against skin. It's perfect, just this, just them. Or...almost perfect. Shouto shifts a little, then makes a brief noise deep in his throat.]

Wanna wash up, then we can come back and do more of this?

[hot_handed]

...Fine, so it's a draw. I'm still on top.

[He mutters, too distracted by that beautiful laugh, the languid way they kiss and the softness of his breath to argue more than that. It's almost enough to not notice...]

Oh. Shit.

[His face reddens, and he's suddenly very, very aware of that little issue.]

I ruined your pants.

[numbertwohero]

[He shouldn't laugh. He shouldn't, and yet the sound bubbles up and out as he slides his hands up and down Katsuki's back, relishing the touch of bare skin.]

You did a lot more than that. And I kind of helped, didn't I? So don't worry about it. They'll wash. It's fine. I don't regret it at all.

[Far from it, in fact. He feels amazing. So incredibly relaxed and lighthearted, like everything is just bathed in a soft warm glow. How has he never felt like this before? And in a related vein:]

We should do it again sometime.

[hot_handed]

[The tips of his ears start burning too. It's not funny. But Shouto's hands soothe and excite him all at once, and he lets out a breath as he shivers, sinking back against him and planting slow kisses along his neck.]

Kind of? That was all you...

[He smiles warmly, not worried about dishing out praise for once. That was fucking amazing. He thought he'd be embarrassed after, but he just feels...relaxed. Like after a really good workout, but so much better.]

Mn...yeah. Let's win again.