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: 2024-05-05 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.