Shouto... [There's no weariness in his voice now, and unlike before, his voice has taken on a low, underlying growl.
Izuku buries his face into Shouto's neck, nose skimming the skin there as he takes in Shouto scent.]
Shouto, I want you. [Normally, he'd be embarrassed by what he's saying and doing, but the flood of heat from his rut keeps all of that at bay. He's already hard as he rubs against his mate's back again, though this time he trails his hand forward until he can cup Shouto through his pants.]
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Izuku buries his face into Shouto's neck, nose skimming the skin there as he takes in Shouto scent.]
Shouto, I want you. [Normally, he'd be embarrassed by what he's saying and doing, but the flood of heat from his rut keeps all of that at bay. He's already hard as he rubs against his mate's back again, though this time he trails his hand forward until he can cup Shouto through his pants.]