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.
Thankfully, it's not taking them thousands of years. It's definitely in the moment and hearing the sharp sound of his partner's groan sends elated shivers down his spine. At least, that's what he's thought it is at first. He's not going to think on it too much, not considering he wants more of it and if this is how to elicit that reaction? Toge has opened Pandora's box unwittingly where the problem is Shoto's greed to feel that again. His fingers stay bracingly tight on one hip, the other urging the already occurring roll of the sorcerer's own in a grind that has Shoto meets whenever he can. The hero's breath is heavy and his heart is wild in his chest, he's sure that no fantasy has ever come close to this.
"Toge-" he growls out as he pulls his mouth back, kisses sinking into the curve of the other teen's neck. He got told he didn't have to ask, and since he only needs the one hand on that hip, it leaves him with a free one. A free hand that makes him have to adjust how he's holding on to Toge so he can dip his fingers into the hem of the shorter teen's pants. Bold? Yes, but he intends on hearing more of those pretty noises fall from Toge's lips. With a resolute move he slips his fingers further in the fabric, hot breath on the other man's neck while his warm hand envelops sensitive skin.
Toge whimpers again, this time it’s louder and the sliver of cursed energy is a bit stronger, because he’s not expecting Shoto to be so bold in that moment. He’s being surprised, it’s making him react. His cursed energy is harmless, except it’s making the mood heavier, steeping them both in his shift into something far less innocent.
He’s thought about this, hell, he’s dreamed about it. Toge’s happy with all of the attention he gets from Shoto, but he is attracted to him. He loves him. He’s thought so much about taking things further, but he’s never wanted to push him.
Hot breath on his neck, fingers seeking out something different and he’s just-
Ah. Shit. His brain catches up and he mentally curses his lack of self-discipline. Toge needs to clamp a hand over his own mouth. There’s reasons he shouldn’t do this, but he’s not really thinking about that when Shoto is touching him like this. His reaction is to figure out how to deal with the problem temporarily and maybe greedily keep encouraging him. His free hand rakes its way down Shoto’s chest, his palm pressing over the warmth beneath his shirt and he can distract him by fumbling a bit to get his hand up under the hem of his shirt.
One of Shoto's biggest fears is mistreating a partner, ever. Aside that the shivers running up his spine are driving his boldness, it also tells him he's doing the right thing and not something he's coerced Toge into very clearly even above not being pinned and punched in the face. Or told to sleep. Feeling exactly, or even the remnants of the thrill that Toge gets from this too is only adding to the experience. Enough that the set of lips turning to kiss lightly at his neck hide his own, small and panted noises finally provide him a mental pause when he realizes what's happening.
Not that it pumps any kind of breaks on what he's doing outside his head. No, those nails are distracting leaving their mark down his skin in ways that he hopes he feels for a long time to come. The way Toge's hand feels under his shirt is distracting, but there's no distracting him from seeking out every little noise. Everything he can get from the sorcerer sat in his lap.
Shoto moves his hand with inexperience in the direction, but it's all the same as he's come to figure out that he was right about. "Let me hear you," growls the hero against the side of his ear. Maybe that will also help Toge to understand the new kink he just unlocked realize Shoto accepts every bit of him. Even like this. Even under the possibility of harmless, but still cursed energy leaking into their actions in the room.
He should not be lured into Shoto's orbit like this, and yet he lets out another gasp, biting his lip instinctively behind his hand. The request is...absolutely insane, why would he want that? Toge's not trying to push Shoto one way or another, but things have gotten far more intimate, faster than he was expecting. He should've done something to better prepare.
"Tuna mayo?" Toge breathes into Shoto's ear after dropping his hand. Is he sure?
Toge should not. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to. It's really unfair, he's making it so hard to think of things with a clear mind when Shoto's hand is down his pants and he's hard and wanting. He should have more self-discipline than this - but he doesn't want to. He wants to melt into his touch and let him know how much he appreciates him in this moment.
Shoto continues to move a little slower, giving Toge a little time to gather a thought or two. It's all Shoto can muster in that moment, a thought or two. It has escalated quickly, but it's not that he hasn't been thinking about it either. Or that he hasn't seen Toge in more platonic, naked situations and wondered in the darkness of his own room what he might do. His other hand moves to take gentle hold of the one that's fallen away from its original place over his mouth.
Even if he didn't understand, he would've known, and he pulls his head back, kissing at his bottom lip with soft kisses. "I want to, I'm sure." He's certain and so is the very real push against the front of his pants. "Please don't hide anything from me." That includes the sound of his voice, he so preciously little hears more than ingredients. He doesn't mind hearing ingredients, but the escalation in the speed of his hand and the kisses at Toge's bottom lip are what he has to encourage what other sounds he can give him.
His resolve is being tested like it hasn’t been tested before. Please don’t hide from him? Even though he could influence him? Toge has a lot of thoughts about this, a lot of feelings, but he takes a shuddering breath. No, he’s focused on the here and now.
Toge gives in. He’s only human. He readjusts himself, pushing his hands up under Shoto’s shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. He has moved to angle himself so now when he writhes and moves he’s grinding against Shoto instead, giving into his instinct.
The true reward comes a moment later, as his lips find Shoto’s ear, pressing a kiss to it before he lets out a groan. This one is louder, the cursed energy far more potent, leaving raw sexual arousal in the air. He’s not immune to it, he can feel it, and it’s not going to take much of this for him to find relief.
Shoto gives Toge all the time he needs to consider the request, the urging that it's alright doesn't mean that it will be the deciding factor. Toge's comfort is important, too. But in all honesty, there's a mental Thank God when it's obvious he's not going to keep restrained. The hands on his chest, under his shirt, is enough to spur him to take it off while Toge adjusts how he's settled. All the better, because the kiss to his ear already simply feels like fire, the movements equally the same.
And yet. Shoto should've known better that the effects of cursed speech might, oh, you know, be amplified by being louder. He'll make sense of it when he isn't drowning in sensation augmented by the feeling hanging in the air, heavy into his mind. Now he understands why Toge was worried, but Shoto still isn't.
First time like this with someone doesn't mean he can't tell just how different it is, losing himself in the sound of Toge's voice, wrapping his arms around the other teen's waist to help him move, to hold him in and move in opposite. His jaw is tighter than he'd like it to be, and he's burying his own noises in the crook of Toge's neck. In a short while he's barely holding on and the consequences of clothes aren't on his mind in the least. Only the quickly mounting pressure that causes him to moan Toge's name and maybe he would have been more embarrassed about being the first of the two to finish, but he's too busy listening to all the gorgeous sounds Toge is capable of making.
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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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Date: 2024-04-23 07:19 am (UTC)"Toge-" he growls out as he pulls his mouth back, kisses sinking into the curve of the other teen's neck. He got told he didn't have to ask, and since he only needs the one hand on that hip, it leaves him with a free one. A free hand that makes him have to adjust how he's holding on to Toge so he can dip his fingers into the hem of the shorter teen's pants. Bold? Yes, but he intends on hearing more of those pretty noises fall from Toge's lips. With a resolute move he slips his fingers further in the fabric, hot breath on the other man's neck while his warm hand envelops sensitive skin.
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Date: 2024-04-25 07:49 pm (UTC)He’s thought about this, hell, he’s dreamed about it. Toge’s happy with all of the attention he gets from Shoto, but he is attracted to him. He loves him. He’s thought so much about taking things further, but he’s never wanted to push him.
Hot breath on his neck, fingers seeking out something different and he’s just-
Ah. Shit. His brain catches up and he mentally curses his lack of self-discipline. Toge needs to clamp a hand over his own mouth. There’s reasons he shouldn’t do this, but he’s not really thinking about that when Shoto is touching him like this. His reaction is to figure out how to deal with the problem temporarily and maybe greedily keep encouraging him. His free hand rakes its way down Shoto’s chest, his palm pressing over the warmth beneath his shirt and he can distract him by fumbling a bit to get his hand up under the hem of his shirt.
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Date: 2024-04-27 07:03 am (UTC)Not that it pumps any kind of breaks on what he's doing outside his head. No, those nails are distracting leaving their mark down his skin in ways that he hopes he feels for a long time to come. The way Toge's hand feels under his shirt is distracting, but there's no distracting him from seeking out every little noise. Everything he can get from the sorcerer sat in his lap.
Shoto moves his hand with inexperience in the direction, but it's all the same as he's come to figure out that he was right about. "Let me hear you," growls the hero against the side of his ear. Maybe that will also help Toge to
understand the new kink he just unlockedrealize Shoto accepts every bit of him. Even like this. Even under the possibility of harmless, but still cursed energy leaking into their actions in the room.(no subject)
Date: 2024-05-04 10:15 pm (UTC)"Tuna mayo?" Toge breathes into Shoto's ear after dropping his hand. Is he sure?
Toge should not. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to. It's really unfair, he's making it so hard to think of things with a clear mind when Shoto's hand is down his pants and he's hard and wanting. He should have more self-discipline than this - but he doesn't want to. He wants to melt into his touch and let him know how much he appreciates him in this moment.
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Date: 2024-05-05 12:42 pm (UTC)Even if he didn't understand, he would've known, and he pulls his head back, kissing at his bottom lip with soft kisses. "I want to, I'm sure." He's certain and so is the very real push against the front of his pants. "Please don't hide anything from me." That includes the sound of his voice, he so preciously little hears more than ingredients. He doesn't mind hearing ingredients, but the escalation in the speed of his hand and the kisses at Toge's bottom lip are what he has to encourage what other sounds he can give him.
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Date: 2024-05-09 12:35 am (UTC)Toge gives in. He’s only human. He readjusts himself, pushing his hands up under Shoto’s shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. He has moved to angle himself so now when he writhes and moves he’s grinding against Shoto instead, giving into his instinct.
The true reward comes a moment later, as his lips find Shoto’s ear, pressing a kiss to it before he lets out a groan. This one is louder, the cursed energy far more potent, leaving raw sexual arousal in the air. He’s not immune to it, he can feel it, and it’s not going to take much of this for him to find relief.
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Date: 2024-05-09 04:31 am (UTC)And yet. Shoto should've known better that the effects of cursed speech might, oh, you know, be amplified by being louder. He'll make sense of it when he isn't drowning in sensation augmented by the feeling hanging in the air, heavy into his mind. Now he understands why Toge was worried, but Shoto still isn't.
First time like this with someone doesn't mean he can't tell just how different it is, losing himself in the sound of Toge's voice, wrapping his arms around the other teen's waist to help him move, to hold him in and move in opposite. His jaw is tighter than he'd like it to be, and he's burying his own noises in the crook of Toge's neck. In a short while he's barely holding on and the consequences of clothes aren't on his mind in the least. Only the quickly mounting pressure that causes him to moan Toge's name and maybe he would have been more embarrassed about being the first of the two to finish, but he's too busy listening to all the gorgeous sounds Toge is capable of making.