[ Slow and precise in his movements, Allen gives no doubt of his intent. Shouto follows the motion until thumb and forefinger lose their grip on his chin and slide down his collar. Their lips meet, and his breath catches caught in his orbit. When Allen pulls back, he can still feel his presence in the tingling sensation on his mouth and grows exceedingly warm under his touch.
The gentle nuzzling is what finally tips him over the edge. His fingers twitch against his collar, leaving an imprint of heat as he tries to corral his quirk, and ends up burying his nose against his neck. His cheeks grow hot as the pendulum swings left on its own, and he wraps his arms around him to hold him still as if that will stop him from wreaking havoc. ]
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The gentle nuzzling is what finally tips him over the edge. His fingers twitch against his collar, leaving an imprint of heat as he tries to corral his quirk, and ends up burying his nose against his neck. His cheeks grow hot as the pendulum swings left on its own, and he wraps his arms around him to hold him still as if that will stop him from wreaking havoc. ]
You...
[ You always manage to-- ]
I don't feel at ease at all.