Izuku suddenly feels overwhelmed, his hands shaking as he breaks the kiss to catch his breath. Without missing a beat, Shouto begins kissing his neck, his hot breath starkly contrasting with the cold hand trailing down towards…
“Shou,” Izuku says, his voice barely louder than a whisper as he grabs Shouto’s wrist. He licks his lips, trying to collect his thoughts into something coherent. But, between the tongue and teeth on his neck, he can barely manage, “We shouldn’t…the clothes.”
This much is enough, though, as Shouto mercifully pauses and looks up at him. Izuku almost breaths a sigh of relief. And then he hears, “Don’t worry.”