He follows his push, opening his mouth to receive him, pressing as close as their bodies will allow--which is easy when someone is in his arms. Being joined but still separated by skin that shivers and sparks with sensation is an enticing contradiction. It causes a low hum to rise in Midoriya's throat. He releases his mouth reluctantly, lips warm and softened from their work.

"Huh? But didn't I just do that? You said something nice, and it was touching..."

Once, being gentle (and a pushover) was all he was ever capable of. Now Midoriya is a funny mix of hard and soft, bold and hapless. He just had a challenge in his eyes, but now he is wide-eyed and questioning again.

"Which one do you want?" he asks quietly, intimately, pressing his curls against Kaworu's forehead and admiring the scarlet of his eyes. Sweet or spicy?