Smoking cats - shinsero

Falling Into You

The room was dim, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm light over their bodies as the evening deepened. The tension between them had slowly given way to something deeper - something gentle but charged with emotion. Every touch was careful, every kiss unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world.

Shinsou shifted on his bed, his body half draped over Sero's as they continued where they had left off. His fingers slid down the length of Sero's arm, feeling the faint tremor in his body as he traced along the familiar lines of his skin. Their shirts were still discarded on the floor, as well as their jeans, and the warmth of their bare skin pressed together in a way that felt both intimate and electric.

Sero's hand found its way to Shinsou's waist, pulling him closer, and their legs tangled together, the heat between them building slowly but steadily. It wasn't just about the physical connection - it was the way the boy looked at him, the way he held him, like Shinsou was something he cherished, something he didn't want to break.

He could feel the rhythm of Sero's heartbeat under his palm, steady but quickening as he leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath Sero's collarbone. The boy inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening slightly on Shinsou's waist, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let out a soft breath, his head falling back against the pillow.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing and the rustle of the sheets as they moved closer, their bodies fitting together naturally. Shinsou's kisses grew more deliberate, trailing from the boy's chest up to his neck, savoring the small, quiet noises that escaped the other's lips. It was slow, almost agonizing so, but neither of them wanted to rush.

Sero's free hand slid up the length of the other's back, fingers brushing over the faint scars there before moving cradle the back of his neck. Shinsou could feel the warmth of Sero's skin, the way his touch was both soft and sure, like he knew exactly what he needed.

"You feel good," Sero whispered, his voice rough, almost a breathless confession. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression soft but intense, focused entirely on Shinsou.

The purple haired boy smiled faintly, leaning down to press their lips together once more. This kiss was different - deeper, more desperate. It was like the emotions they had been holding back were finally spilling over, and neither of them could stop it now.

The other responded immediately, his hands pulling the boy impossibly closer, the warmth between them growing with each passing second. There was no hesitance, no uncertainty - just the two of them, lost in each other.

They broke apart just long enough to catch their breath, their foreheads resting together as they lay tangled in each other's arms. Shinsou could feel the rapid rise and fall of the other's chest against his, their bodies still pressed together as if they were afraid to let go.

Sero's voice broke the silence, quiet but steady.
"Is this... okay for you?"

Shinsou's heart fluttered at the question. Even now, with the intensity of their emotions swirling around them, Sero was still checking in, still making sure that he was comfortable. It was one of the things he loved most about the boy - the way he cared so deeply, even when he didn't have to.

He nodded, his voice a whisper as he replied,
"It's more than okay."

The black haired boy smiled, the tension in his body relaxing slightly at the confirmation.
"Good," he breathed, his thumb brushing over the side of Shinsou's neck.
"I don't want to mess this up."

"You're not," Shinsou reassured him, his fingers threading through the other's hair, tugging lightly as he leaned in for another kiss.

This time, the kiss was softer, more intimate, a quiet promise shared between them. It wasn't about the urgency anymore - it was about savoring the connection they had, the unspoken understanding that this was more than just a fleeting moment.

The night passed slowly, their touches becoming gentler, their kisses lingering longer as they settled into the comfort of each other's arms. Eventually, exhaustion began to creep in, and they found themselves lying side by side, hands still intertwined.

Shinsou let out a content sigh, his head resting on the other boy's chest as they both stared up at the ceiling, the quiet of the room wrapping around them like a warm blanket. He could feel the steady beat of Sero's heart under his ear, and for the first time in a long time, he felt... safe.

"Should we continue keeping this... us, a secret?" Shinsou asked quietly, breaking the silence.

Sero paused, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the other's hair.
"Do you want to?"

He hesitated, thinking about it. Part of him wanted to keep what they had private, at least for a while, to protect it from the outside world. But another part of him didn't want to hide anymore - not from his friends, not from the people at UA. Being with Sero felt right, and he didn't want to deny that.

"I don't know," he admitted after a moment.
"Maybe for a bit. Just until we figure things out."

The other nodded, his hand stilling in Shinsou's hair.
"Yeah, I get that. We can take it slow. No pressure."

He felt a wave of relief wash over him at Sero's words. It was something he appreciated most about the boy - the way he never rushed him, never pushed for more than Shinsou was ready to give. It made things between them feel natural, like they were both moving at their own pace.

"Thanks," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Sero's chest.

The boy smiled down at him, his eyes soft and full of affection.
"I'll wait as long as you need."

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