When Paul bites him, the low groan in his throat sounds more like a growl. He doesn't think of it now, but later he'll have a hard time coming up with an explanation for the welt on his lip that won't immediately send an incandescent flush to his cheeks.
"Got nervous... and you were grinning..." he breathes incoherently in the barest pause between working Paul's lips open and overlaying their taste with the delicate flavor of a seasonal cider--lined with teeth. The jostling untucks his shirt, and he can feel the brush of Paul's fingers against the sliver of skin above his belt. He stifles a moan.
Midoriya's hands find and firmly trace the crests of Paul's slim hips through his robe, circling around to palm up the two thin saplings of muscle on either side of his spine. Touching and holding with his hands gives him great joy. If he can give as asked and care for another enough, they will feel safe, and if they feel safe, nothing can harm them.
He runs his hands up Paul's neck to either side of his face, fingers burying themselves in his curls. Paul had his moment to move sinuously against his touch, but now Midoriya traps him against the door with the unyielding length of his own body and another smaller thud. The time-honored tradition of young people making out in secluded spaces at parties seems to have shaken off Midoriya's petrification and returned him to his true self.
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"Got nervous... and you were grinning..." he breathes incoherently in the barest pause between working Paul's lips open and overlaying their taste with the delicate flavor of a seasonal cider--lined with teeth. The jostling untucks his shirt, and he can feel the brush of Paul's fingers against the sliver of skin above his belt. He stifles a moan.
Midoriya's hands find and firmly trace the crests of Paul's slim hips through his robe, circling around to palm up the two thin saplings of muscle on either side of his spine. Touching and holding with his hands gives him great joy. If he can give as asked and care for another enough, they will feel safe, and if they feel safe, nothing can harm them.
He runs his hands up Paul's neck to either side of his face, fingers burying themselves in his curls. Paul had his moment to move sinuously against his touch, but now Midoriya traps him against the door with the unyielding length of his own body and another smaller thud. The time-honored tradition of young people making out in secluded spaces at parties seems to have shaken off Midoriya's petrification and returned him to his true self.