He's probably not going to stop doing that, it's a force of habit his entire life because it helps people understand him better.
The quiet with him is nice and comfortable. It's a high compliment, because Shoto's made his way into a level of comfort most people don't. He's happy to have him observe. Unlike Daqiang's insistence that Shoto needs direct instruction, he doesn't think he does. He thinks he needs practice and gentle guidance.
Once dinner is ready and set to keep warm in the oven, barring plating some up for the two of them, Toge makes a beckoning motion, grabbing his plate. They can eat in his room, he's done for now. Someone else can do the dishes.
Staying in their mutual understanding of silence, Shoto is definitely learning. He can see it being done and one day he may even try some of the things he's seen himself. Chef Ramsay-- er, Bakugo is a helpful man in the kitchen, too, but he learns just as well from the quiet serenity of Toge mulling around doing what he needs. Both have their way of doing things that Shoto appreciates greatly. It helps that his attention on Toge is very specifically focused when he's around the man.
He follows suit when Toge takes the plates, then takes his leave. Bag in hand, carrying whatever he needs to after slinging it over his shoulder while he follows. It's only when they're at the door that he opens it for Toge to go through. It's less that he can't do it and more that Shoto wants to. "Please." He says, holding it open. He will follow once Toge walks in and is safely out of the door's way to close.
There's been a bit of a change, he's acquired a plush comfortable couch and his trunk has been moved to be a makeshift table by the couch. He's also acquired a bookcase, although there's no books on it, just various things he's collected. Not that he wouldn't sit on the floor, but it's more comfortable for having a guest over.
Toge puts the plates down on the trunk and flops down. "Tuna." He smiles, he's all Shoto's now.
Shoto always enjoys having a look around Toge's room. It's organized and changes almost every time he's seen it. Different scope of thematically speaking than his own and it's a nice window into things he can think of in the future to get him.
Wherever Toge sits, Shoto sits next to him. In the bag he has started to bring chopsticks with him so that he can eat in comfort. That benefits him even at that moment and now that they don't have to be concerned with food that isn't prepared, or the outside world, Shoto can settle his arm around Toge with his bag somewhere beside him. "Move your mask down for me?" He asks, taking some food from his own plate to offer to give to Toge. He finds doing things like this is at least a way he can express himself, too.
"Salmon." Toge was going to remove it anyway, because he needs to be able to eat but he's surprised when Shoto offers to feed him and he opens his mouth obediently. It's pretty good, but then again he only makes things he likes.
It's a perk of getting to be the cook, frankly. He should locate himself a set of chopsticks to carry around, but as it is he's just got a fork since that's what they had on the ship.
Shoto waits, placing the food in his mouth and then goes back to sampling it himself. It's polite since he's not doing dishes, right? Or at least he thinks so. Based on all his totally legitimate research.
"This is really good." He says around bites, politely not talking with his mouth full. "You always make a great meal out of things I wouldn't expect to taste as good as they do put together."
"Tuna mayo." Toge thanks him for his compliment and then focuses on eating. Honestly, he's as bad as most teenage boys in that he's more interested in eating his food than talking, but once he gets that done, he'll give Shoto his full attention.
"Tuna." He says once they're done, seemingly out of the blue, but it isn't. He gets up and goes to the shelving and pulls out a box. He brings it back over and sets it in front of Shoto. While he cracks it open he types out an explanation.
They say the bracelets will let us be able to find each other no matter what.
They're rather nice bracelets, each one a different dragon and Shoto can have first pick. Also inside the box is a stuffed turtle with a heart on his stomach.
And the plush will make you feel better if you get scared.
Eating is important, and as has been obvious between them, silence isn't a downfall. If anything it's comforting for Shoto to sit in silence sometimes. So sitting in silence to eat is also great, considering the food is incredible, too.
Shoto is done in and around the same time as his partner is, looking up as he gets up after announcing to get Shoto's attention. Kind of. He's a little confused at first by the box. He understands it's a gift but he wasn't expecting a gift. Indeed he is opening it after realizing he may just be invited to do so. Shoto isn't being stopped while he does, so he continues on.
Not without the layering of exactly what Toge is typing about, which he reads once he has all the objects out of said box. He takes up his shellphone and reads over the wording. "Toge..." This is, legitimately, the sweetest gift he's ever been given. The turtle does make him wonder if his poor boyfriend has woken up in the middle of the night in sub zero weather. Nightmares aren't an uncommon occurrence for him.
"Thank you." He says, even though it doesn't seem to even cover the jist of it. Even the bracelets look like they're sturdy enough to withstand Shoto's heat. The turtle is so sincerely kind, but the idea that someone would want to be linked in ability to find one another 'no matter what'. Shoto never though that would be him to someone. "Thank you very, very much." Somewhere in between the gifts have become secondary to looking Toge in the face, "This is the nicest thing someone's done for me." Right up there with Izuku.
It isn't really why he bought the turtle. He thought it was cute and that Shoto would like it, but he hasn't really experienced that chilling wake up call. Toge's a bit of a heavy sleeper and since he gets up early all the time, that's often what happens.
"Tuna mayo." Toge said warmly, he was so glad Shoto liked them. He thought both items would be beneficial and he considered for a moment.
He thought that Shoto should know how much he cares for him, but his language didn't account for it, and it wasn't something he could say verbally. The way Toge tilts his head it looks like he's thinking.
Ah he knows what to do. He smiles brightly and makes his hands into a heart. There, that would be good, hopefully?
Lucky for him, Shoto hasn't had to explain himself, but in that way he's sure that Toge would take it at face value with one look at him. They both have a lot of things to deal with. He's still on the end roll of these items, eyes locked back on them until Toge speaks. Tuna Mayo indeed. He's not even sure which of the two of these that he wants to wear, but he's assuming one each for them.
His heart is full enough that he's pretty certain he's never going to have to try to fill it with any other emotion. The movement of his hands has Shoto staring at them.
Their shape is unmistakable. He understands the shape, but does he understand the concept behind it? Yes and no. Even this is a gift. This is more than a gift. Shoto is looking at that smile. There was an earlier lie, that his heart was full. It's either going to burst, or it'll hold. The feeling in his chest doesn't allow him to know which one. Another glance at the heart and he sets aside the gifts in their box, fingers reaching up to brush along the side of Toge's face while one hand cups it.
The lean is slow enough. Slow enough that if Toge doesn't want to be kissed he has the option not to be. But if Toge doesn't stop him, that's what's going to happen. He'll be kissed instead of responded to. This time with a lingering set of lips, letting how he feels in return hopefully convey that way in its infancy.
Absolutely Toge wants to be kissed, and so of course he does not resist. He leans in and presses his lips to Shoto's, pleased by his reaction. He wanted a reaction. He wanted Shoto to understand that he likes him. He's said it, but text sometimes just isn't enough.
He has to lean up to do it, it's not fair that people are taller than him but he slides his arms around Shoto's shoulders. Hopefully it's encouraging. He's open to kissing him and embracing him. He invites Shoto to do it.
It might be more obvious he was up on his toes a bit when he settles back down on flat feet when the kiss breaks.
Being held in kind or given this affection in the same vein, is something he never saw for himself. For others around him or other people in his life now? Yeah. Sure. Though, in that moment it doesn't feel like he doesn't deserve this. It feels like he's allowed to find someone that makes him happy.
Seeing Toge have to get up on his toes when he realizes he has to, makes his hesitance in almost chasing Toge's lips again seem physically difficult for him to have stopped his pursuit. Instead he settles his hands on either side of Toge's face and kisses his forehead, where he then sets his own. "Thank you for thinking of me."
"Salmon." Toge breathes as he wraps his arms around Shoto properly, hugging onto him and being a little affectionate. He could let go if he had to, he just doesn't think there's a reason to. He's glad the gift went over well. It's not like he's had a boyfriend before and just because he likes cute things like turtle plushies doesn't mean other guys would.
He lets out a content little sigh, clinging to Shoto for as long as he'd let him.
Salmon, indeed. The plushie could have been about any shape and he would've loved it, not only because of who it is from, but the sentiment he hadn't been insincere about. Yet again, however, he is surprised at someone wanting to be close to him, the arms around him easily tell him as much. The time frame for as long as he'll let Toge hold on is forever and Shoto's arms around him in return feel just as good for Shoto, too. His partner is hug sized and that's perfect for him. He still has things to give him, but in honestly letting go doesn't suit either, but he knows he can't stay like this forever.
Even if it's an alluring chance. Speaking of chance, he takes at least a small one, turning his head as needed to kiss either side of those marks and then gently and squarely on his lips. "I wish I knew how to tell you just how much you mean to me." Or maybe he can, even if the nagging in his head tells him the opposite and his heart is beating past his chest he's sure. "Could..." He hesitates. Okay words, you don't like him, and he doesn't like you. But the look over to Toge's couch, then back at him and the small tug toward it doesn't need words. It only has the smaller teen being coaxed in a way that all he has to do is pull back and Shoto will stop.
He isn't exactly thinking very deeply at the moment. Shoto is warm and solid against him, although he blushes when he goes after his curse marks. He has very complex feelings about them, the fact that Shoto would like them is just a little wondrous. He could understand not minding them, or tolerating them, but drawing attention to them and liking them makes him feel so many things. None of them are negative exactly, it's just wild.
Toge smiles and lets Shoto pull him towards the couch without any resistance at all.
"Mentaiko." The word is gentle encouragement but at the same time Toge offers half a shrug and a smile. Shoto doesn't have to say anything. He's very adept at picking up other cues.
Shoto wishes he had the words and understanding of his feelings to explain how he feels. The cursed speech, the markings, anything. They're all part and parcel of Toge and he has never felt as deeply for someone as he does, not only in that moment but every time since meeting him it's only gotten stronger. Stronger and full of nervous behaviour, because once he gets him to said couch, and sat down... Why he's so scared, Shoto can't exactly put his finger on it. Toge has never mistreated him or given him some sort of negative recourse even when their ideas don't align.
The tone in his voice is enough. The shrug makes him smile a small smile, but Toge's own smile makes his wider. Almost wide enough to expose his teeth. Very close indeed. "Good. I want you to know, I don't want you to ever have a reason to question it." Because his home life wasn't that great, his parents obviously weren't a good example. His hand moves again, one sliding around Toge's waist, the other on the side of his cheek. He can't take back certain words, and if he says them right in that moment, he doesn't want to have to walk it back. But in that moment, he may certainly feel like his heart could belong to the man he kisses again. His arm keeps his partner close, thumb on his opposite hand softly running along Toge's cheekbone. He's trying to gain his confidence, and once he's got it, he's sure Toge knows how to reign him in.
He really doesn't need to reign Shoto in, not at all, and being pulled closer, connected in another kiss, he's content to move with the gentle guidance which may or may not be what Shoto intends really.
Instead, Toge moves with him and moves so he's straddling Shoto's lap, essentially sitting in his lap in one fluid movement. It would be, he's quite graceful from all that combat experience. He's probably a good solid weight, but he's trying not to sit too heavily on him. There. Perfect. Nice and close.
No, it most certainly wasn't but by god, Shoto's only complaint is that he's pretty certain his heart stops. He's certain it did, but then he has no clue what the thump at the center of his chest is. Alright, he didn't die. He might, but not yet. The hero had no idea this was an option, but now that it is, he doesn't exactly dwell on that either.
The proximity thunks something in his mind, something he'd only had in it in passing and not in practice. They're dating right? Right. So when he pulls away, looking the other teen in the face, if he put his hands on the small of Toge's back to pull him more squarely onto his lap. Considering he's done all that, and is waiting to be told no or not, it's a pretty big step. But one he's willing to slow walk to both their comfort.
They're dating, and Toge has no problems being pulled closer, pressed against Shoto in a pleasant way. He smiles. He doesn't mind a little bit of enthusiasm on Shoto's part of course.
He responds, not with a complaint, but another kiss. Shoto has nothing to worry about. If he does something Toge doesn't like, he'll make sure to stop him. It's not that Toge hasn't thought about this, but he doesn't want to push. He's inexperienced too, it's not like he really knows what he's doing.
Everything seems positive, right down to the inclusion of being kissed in kind. His heart still thuds heavy in his chest in a mix of nerves, elation and excitement. Toge can take the back seat today, Shoto can push the envelope for once now that he's in the mind to try to. After all, every touch feels like it can express everything he, himself, can't vocalize to the sorcerer. Something they both continue to understand: Actions speak louder than words. For someone to care as much for him as Toge, he wants to be this close.
To catch his breath he pulls away, still fixated after to look in Toge's eyes with his mismatched own. Why is it so difficult when they've seen each other stark naked before? He can't make the words come to him, so his fingers slide from their position to the bottom hem of Toge's shirt, pulling it up just a little, breathy voice adding: "Can I?" and holding to make sure this sort of step isn't unwelcome.
For obvious reasons, verbal has never been his primary method of communication, and while Shoto hasn't run into him being in a bad mood yet, it would be just as obvious as when he's in a good one. Toge is all about actions, so Shoto has nothing to worry about.
The kiss being broken makes him heave a little sigh. Both disappointment that it's over and the smile he has says he enjoyed it. He wonders for a moment if Shoto's had enough, but the little tug and the question makes him shiver slightly.
"Salmon." Toge murmurs. He's not sure if that's the best way to respond in this situation, but it's what he's got. He'll let Shoto take care of it, shifting only to make it easier, raising his arms a bit.
There's a lot to love about Toge, his smile is one of the things and seeing it never ceases to make Shoto content. To him the way Toge speaks is just like learning any language and if Shoto could master English, then this is just another road to understanding. Salmon it is.
The shirt is made slow work of, stuck somewhere between nerves and making certain that until the last moment where there is shirt, Toge doesn't tell him no. The shirt is set aside unceremoniously, somewhere on the end of the couch where it's going to be undisturbed. Instead of opening his mouth to ask if everything is fine every ten seconds, he sets his hand to run down the side of Toge's body to his hip, eyes focused on the journey. It's difficult to touch his skin and have Toge sat over his lap without the bite of Shoto's own lower lip. It's keeping him in line when his brain is going well ahead of him. "If I don't assume you'll stop me at your comfort level, I'll keep stopping."
He doesn't know where his own limits are here, he hardly understand what he wants to do let alone what to do, but his hands settle on Toge's hips to keep him close, laying small kisses on the exposed skin in front of him.
He's patient, Toge doesn't rush Shoto or push him to go faster, but he does let him take off his shirt. He responds by kissing his neck beneath his ear.
"Tuna. Fish flakes. Tuna mayo." Toge murmurs into his ear. He is not going to stop Shoto, so he's welcome to go as far as he likes.
He's not sure Shoto will understand all of that, but he also nods. He would stop him if he needed to. He doesn't think it will come to that.
Shoto doesn't think it will either, come to stopping that is. After the feel of lips on his neck and the sound of Toge's voice in his ear, even if it's encoded behind the food-words, he's keen to keep going. What going looks like? He has no clue, but it includes the mapping of the other man's body, fingers grazing over skin and muscle. There's a small fleck of harmless fire every now and again in his hair the more riled he gets the the further he flushes over it.
In the thundering sound of his brain, he has decisions to make, ones that include what's supposed to go on here. The same brain that says 'boy' and the knowledge is limited, also reminds him that he himself is a boy, do what he likes and maybe Toge will, too. He pulls his head back enough to capture Toge's lips despite the steadily deep breaths he's taking. It means he can avoid eye-contact while he inclines in his seat, pulling Toge tight into his lap with a soft sound against his lips, using his hand to urge his partner into counter movement.
Toge’s experience is limited to looking at things on the internet really, he’s a normal teenage boy with unmonitored access to the internet. Of course he’s looked into it. In this case though, he figures that they’ll manage one way or another. That can’t be that difficult, can it?
Humans have figured this out for thousands of years.
A very surprised groan escapes his lips despite himself, into the kiss. Shoto might not be able to see his cursed energy, but this close he can probably feel it. It’s a bit like a sliver of electricity or something to that effect without any pain or discomfort for Shoto. It’s not harmful like this, it’s not directed. Shoto will get a sense of Toge’s adoration of him, and the fact he liked that, he’s aroused his interest. Especially with the contact, he moves a bit, seeking friction while kissing him and he really didn’t register the discharge of cursed energy. He can’t help but press his body as close to Shoto’s as possible.
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Date: 2024-03-05 03:20 am (UTC)The quiet with him is nice and comfortable. It's a high compliment, because Shoto's made his way into a level of comfort most people don't. He's happy to have him observe. Unlike Daqiang's insistence that Shoto needs direct instruction, he doesn't think he does. He thinks he needs practice and gentle guidance.
Once dinner is ready and set to keep warm in the oven, barring plating some up for the two of them, Toge makes a beckoning motion, grabbing his plate. They can eat in his room, he's done for now. Someone else can do the dishes.
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Date: 2024-03-05 08:45 am (UTC)He follows suit when Toge takes the plates, then takes his leave. Bag in hand, carrying whatever he needs to after slinging it over his shoulder while he follows. It's only when they're at the door that he opens it for Toge to go through. It's less that he can't do it and more that Shoto wants to. "Please." He says, holding it open. He will follow once Toge walks in and is safely out of the door's way to close.
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Date: 2024-03-05 03:59 pm (UTC)There's been a bit of a change, he's acquired a plush comfortable couch and his trunk has been moved to be a makeshift table by the couch. He's also acquired a bookcase, although there's no books on it, just various things he's collected. Not that he wouldn't sit on the floor, but it's more comfortable for having a guest over.
Toge puts the plates down on the trunk and flops down. "Tuna." He smiles, he's all Shoto's now.
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Date: 2024-03-05 10:03 pm (UTC)Wherever Toge sits, Shoto sits next to him. In the bag he has started to bring chopsticks with him so that he can eat in comfort. That benefits him even at that moment and now that they don't have to be concerned with food that isn't prepared, or the outside world, Shoto can settle his arm around Toge with his bag somewhere beside him. "Move your mask down for me?" He asks, taking some food from his own plate to offer to give to Toge. He finds doing things like this is at least a way he can express himself, too.
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Date: 2024-03-12 01:33 pm (UTC)It's a perk of getting to be the cook, frankly. He should locate himself a set of chopsticks to carry around, but as it is he's just got a fork since that's what they had on the ship.
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Date: 2024-03-12 04:21 pm (UTC)"This is really good." He says around bites, politely not talking with his mouth full. "You always make a great meal out of things I wouldn't expect to taste as good as they do put together."
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Date: 2024-03-15 06:31 am (UTC)"Tuna." He says once they're done, seemingly out of the blue, but it isn't. He gets up and goes to the shelving and pulls out a box. He brings it back over and sets it in front of Shoto. While he cracks it open he types out an explanation.
They say the bracelets will let us be able to find each other no matter what.
They're rather nice bracelets, each one a different dragon and Shoto can have first pick. Also inside the box is a stuffed turtle with a heart on his stomach.
And the plush will make you feel better if you get scared.
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Date: 2024-03-15 07:08 am (UTC)Shoto is done in and around the same time as his partner is, looking up as he gets up after announcing to get Shoto's attention. Kind of. He's a little confused at first by the box. He understands it's a gift but he wasn't expecting a gift. Indeed he is opening it after realizing he may just be invited to do so. Shoto isn't being stopped while he does, so he continues on.
Not without the layering of exactly what Toge is typing about, which he reads once he has all the objects out of said box. He takes up his shellphone and reads over the wording. "Toge..." This is, legitimately, the sweetest gift he's ever been given. The turtle does make him wonder if his poor boyfriend has woken up in the middle of the night in sub zero weather. Nightmares aren't an uncommon occurrence for him.
"Thank you." He says, even though it doesn't seem to even cover the jist of it. Even the bracelets look like they're sturdy enough to withstand Shoto's heat. The turtle is so sincerely kind, but the idea that someone would want to be linked in ability to find one another 'no matter what'. Shoto never though that would be him to someone. "Thank you very, very much." Somewhere in between the gifts have become secondary to looking Toge in the face, "This is the nicest thing someone's done for me." Right up there with Izuku.
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Date: 2024-03-15 11:54 pm (UTC)"Tuna mayo." Toge said warmly, he was so glad Shoto liked them. He thought both items would be beneficial and he considered for a moment.
He thought that Shoto should know how much he cares for him, but his language didn't account for it, and it wasn't something he could say verbally. The way Toge tilts his head it looks like he's thinking.
Ah he knows what to do. He smiles brightly and makes his hands into a heart. There, that would be good, hopefully?
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Date: 2024-03-16 02:45 am (UTC)His heart is full enough that he's pretty certain he's never going to have to try to fill it with any other emotion. The movement of his hands has Shoto staring at them.
Their shape is unmistakable. He understands the shape, but does he understand the concept behind it? Yes and no. Even this is a gift. This is more than a gift. Shoto is looking at that smile. There was an earlier lie, that his heart was full. It's either going to burst, or it'll hold. The feeling in his chest doesn't allow him to know which one. Another glance at the heart and he sets aside the gifts in their box, fingers reaching up to brush along the side of Toge's face while one hand cups it.
The lean is slow enough. Slow enough that if Toge doesn't want to be kissed he has the option not to be. But if Toge doesn't stop him, that's what's going to happen. He'll be kissed instead of responded to. This time with a lingering set of lips, letting how he feels in return hopefully convey that way in its infancy.
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Date: 2024-03-16 12:20 pm (UTC)He has to lean up to do it, it's not fair that people are taller than him but he slides his arms around Shoto's shoulders. Hopefully it's encouraging. He's open to kissing him and embracing him. He invites Shoto to do it.
It might be more obvious he was up on his toes a bit when he settles back down on flat feet when the kiss breaks.
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Date: 2024-03-18 09:11 pm (UTC)Seeing Toge have to get up on his toes when he realizes he has to, makes his hesitance in almost chasing Toge's lips again seem physically difficult for him to have stopped his pursuit. Instead he settles his hands on either side of Toge's face and kisses his forehead, where he then sets his own. "Thank you for thinking of me."
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Date: 2024-03-20 04:40 pm (UTC)He lets out a content little sigh, clinging to Shoto for as long as he'd let him.
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Date: 2024-03-20 07:06 pm (UTC)Even if it's an alluring chance. Speaking of chance, he takes at least a small one, turning his head as needed to kiss either side of those marks and then gently and squarely on his lips. "I wish I knew how to tell you just how much you mean to me." Or maybe he can, even if the nagging in his head tells him the opposite and his heart is beating past his chest he's sure. "Could..." He hesitates. Okay words, you don't like him, and he doesn't like you. But the look over to Toge's couch, then back at him and the small tug toward it doesn't need words. It only has the smaller teen being coaxed in a way that all he has to do is pull back and Shoto will stop.
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Date: 2024-03-20 10:58 pm (UTC)Toge smiles and lets Shoto pull him towards the couch without any resistance at all.
"Mentaiko." The word is gentle encouragement but at the same time Toge offers half a shrug and a smile. Shoto doesn't have to say anything. He's very adept at picking up other cues.
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Date: 2024-03-21 01:18 am (UTC)The tone in his voice is enough. The shrug makes him smile a small smile, but Toge's own smile makes his wider. Almost wide enough to expose his teeth. Very close indeed. "Good. I want you to know, I don't want you to ever have a reason to question it." Because his home life wasn't that great, his parents obviously weren't a good example. His hand moves again, one sliding around Toge's waist, the other on the side of his cheek. He can't take back certain words, and if he says them right in that moment, he doesn't want to have to walk it back. But in that moment, he may certainly feel like his heart could belong to the man he kisses again. His arm keeps his partner close, thumb on his opposite hand softly running along Toge's cheekbone. He's trying to gain his confidence, and once he's got it, he's sure Toge knows how to reign him in.
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Date: 2024-03-24 07:35 pm (UTC)Instead, Toge moves with him and moves so he's straddling Shoto's lap, essentially sitting in his lap in one fluid movement. It would be, he's quite graceful from all that combat experience. He's probably a good solid weight, but he's trying not to sit too heavily on him. There. Perfect. Nice and close.
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Date: 2024-04-05 03:48 am (UTC)The proximity thunks something in his mind, something he'd only had in it in passing and not in practice. They're dating right? Right. So when he pulls away, looking the other teen in the face, if he put his hands on the small of Toge's back to pull him more squarely onto his lap. Considering he's done all that, and is waiting to be told no or not, it's a pretty big step. But one he's willing to slow walk to both their comfort.
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Date: 2024-04-07 02:03 pm (UTC)He responds, not with a complaint, but another kiss. Shoto has nothing to worry about. If he does something Toge doesn't like, he'll make sure to stop him. It's not that Toge hasn't thought about this, but he doesn't want to push. He's inexperienced too, it's not like he really knows what he's doing.
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Date: 2024-04-10 08:02 am (UTC)To catch his breath he pulls away, still fixated after to look in Toge's eyes with his mismatched own. Why is it so difficult when they've seen each other stark naked before? He can't make the words come to him, so his fingers slide from their position to the bottom hem of Toge's shirt, pulling it up just a little, breathy voice adding: "Can I?" and holding to make sure this sort of step isn't unwelcome.
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Date: 2024-04-11 05:00 pm (UTC)The kiss being broken makes him heave a little sigh. Both disappointment that it's over and the smile he has says he enjoyed it. He wonders for a moment if Shoto's had enough, but the little tug and the question makes him shiver slightly.
"Salmon." Toge murmurs. He's not sure if that's the best way to respond in this situation, but it's what he's got. He'll let Shoto take care of it, shifting only to make it easier, raising his arms a bit.
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Date: 2024-04-16 07:01 am (UTC)The shirt is made slow work of, stuck somewhere between nerves and making certain that until the last moment where there is shirt, Toge doesn't tell him no. The shirt is set aside unceremoniously, somewhere on the end of the couch where it's going to be undisturbed. Instead of opening his mouth to ask if everything is fine every ten seconds, he sets his hand to run down the side of Toge's body to his hip, eyes focused on the journey. It's difficult to touch his skin and have Toge sat over his lap without the bite of Shoto's own lower lip. It's keeping him in line when his brain is going well ahead of him. "If I don't assume you'll stop me at your comfort level, I'll keep stopping."
He doesn't know where his own limits are here, he hardly understand what he wants to do let alone what to do, but his hands settle on Toge's hips to keep him close, laying small kisses on the exposed skin in front of him.
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Date: 2024-04-18 07:10 am (UTC)"Tuna. Fish flakes. Tuna mayo." Toge murmurs into his ear. He is not going to stop Shoto, so he's welcome to go as far as he likes.
He's not sure Shoto will understand all of that, but he also nods. He would stop him if he needed to. He doesn't think it will come to that.
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Date: 2024-04-19 08:04 am (UTC)In the thundering sound of his brain, he has decisions to make, ones that include what's supposed to go on here. The same brain that says 'boy' and the knowledge is limited, also reminds him that he himself is a boy, do what he likes and maybe Toge will, too. He pulls his head back enough to capture Toge's lips despite the steadily deep breaths he's taking. It means he can avoid eye-contact while he inclines in his seat, pulling Toge tight into his lap with a soft sound against his lips, using his hand to urge his partner into counter movement.
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Date: 2024-04-21 03:14 am (UTC)Humans have figured this out for thousands of years.
A very surprised groan escapes his lips despite himself, into the kiss. Shoto might not be able to see his cursed energy, but this close he can probably feel it. It’s a bit like a sliver of electricity or something to that effect without any pain or discomfort for Shoto. It’s not harmful like this, it’s not directed. Shoto will get a sense of Toge’s adoration of him, and the fact he liked that, he’s aroused his interest. Especially with the contact, he moves a bit, seeking friction while kissing him and he really didn’t register the discharge of cursed energy. He can’t help but press his body as close to Shoto’s as possible.
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