[Katsuki expects his skin to be rough- and it is. But everything else about him is so goddamn soft or silky, that it works. The unguarded, small affectionate smile on his face when he pulls away drops like a lead weight in his stomach when Shouto makes that comment.]
Hey. My taste is fucking phenomenal.
[He likes everything about him, even the parts that piss him off, and he leans in to press his lips on Shouto's this time, his hands still cupping his face and curled around his scar.]
How am I supposed to kick your ass when you say shit like that?
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Hey. My taste is fucking phenomenal.
[He likes everything about him, even the parts that piss him off, and he leans in to press his lips on Shouto's this time, his hands still cupping his face and curled around his scar.]
How am I supposed to kick your ass when you say shit like that?