Smoking cats - shinsero

Let Me In

The air in Shinsou's apartment felt lighter after their conversation, like they had moved through a barrier that had been hanging over them for weeks. The vulnerability between them no longer felt fragile - it was steady, grounding them in each other.

Later that evening, they found themselves lying together on Shinsou's bed again, this time without the heavy weight of words pressing between them. The silence was comfortable, filled with quiet touches and soft breaths.they were both stripped down to their jeans, their shirts tossed carelessly to the side as the warmth of the evening pressed in on them.

Shinsou's fingers trailed lazily over the lines of Sero's chest, tracing over the faint scars and imperfections from training with a softness that made Sero's skin tingle. He lay back, his arm tucked under his head as he watched Shinsou, his dark eyes heavy-lidded, taking in every small movement.

"You always look so serious when you're concentrating," he muttered, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Shinsou looked up, meeting Sero's gaze with a raised brow.
"I'm just... focused."

Sero chuckled, his hand sliding up to rest on the other's hip, thumb brushing the waistband of his jeans.
"Focused, huh?"

There was a shift in the air, a subtle tension that wasn't uncomfortable but full of anticipation. They had been getting closer and closer, letting down walls neither of them had let anyone else touch before. The intimacy between them felt natural, but this - this was something new. Something more.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Sero's neck, feeling the way the boy's breath hitched under the touch. His lips lingered, trailing slowly up to his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin. Sero's hand tightened slightly on Shinsou's hip, pulling him closer.

"You're teasing me," Sero mumbled, his voice low and rough as he tilted his head back, giving the other more access.

"Maybe," the boy whispered against his skin, his breath warm.

Sero let out a quiet laugh, but it quickly turned into a sigh as Shinsou's lips found his again, this time slower, deeper. The kiss was tender, but it held a weight to it, something unspoken but understood between them. There was no rush, no need to push past the moment - they were content to stay here, wrapped in each other's warmth.

Shinsou shifted, his hands running over the other's sides, feeling the way his muscles tensed under the touch. He was careful, deliberate, not wanting to move too fast but wanting to be close, to feel Sero in a way he hadn't yet.

Sero's hand slid up the boy's back, fingers brushing the scars there, the ones Shinsou didn't mind him touching anymore. It was as if Sero was tracing his own path, memorizing every part of him.

"Shin," he murmured, his voice soft, filled with something Shinsou couldn't quite place.
"Are we... are we doing this?"

The boy pulled back just enough to look the other in the eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Only if you want to," he whispered, his fingers brushing Sero's jaw.

Sero didn't hesitate. He leaned up, capturing the boy's lips in another kiss, more intense this time, his hand sliding to the back of Shinsou's neck.
"I want to," he breathed against his lips.

The night stretched on, filled with soft laughter and quiet moments, their bare skin pressed together, no longer holding back the emotions they both felt. Neither of them spoke about what it all meant - there was no need for words. They both understood, in the silence and in the intimacy, that this was something neither of them had ever had before.

And for the first time, neither of them were afraid.

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Yeaaah, not writing that...
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