[ Then he removes his hands from Link's hair and covers his face, as fruitless as that is. Between Link already seeing that he's so red he'd make the color itself jealous and also being able to hear his fragmented, flustered thoughts, covering his face is not doing anything for him.
Why does he have to go and say things like that? Why does anyone say such kind things to Allen, that mean he... means something to them more than just being a nuisance?? Allen hasn't told Link anything nearly so grandoise, and it feels like the other had truly just reached into his ribcage to seize Allen's heart. Hh...
"Light and laughter" when misery follows Allen around like an imprinted baby bird... it's bitterly laughable, and yet also so relieving to hear??
Fuck fuck fuck he shouldn't be so overcome by this. It's fine! Link is just saying how he feels! That happens when you're both busy courting one another, right?! ]
L... [ His voice is having trouble coming out suddenly, what the hell. Work with him, body!! ] I love you.
[It's easy to dwell on and overanalyze your every flaw when you are Allen Walker. Allen, who has had to come to terms with the fact that he's not even a real person in the sense that he was born on this earth and destined to have his own life to do whatever he wants with. He's always been part of someone- or something- else. He's never been given that choice. While Link's life had been similar in that he hadn't had much choice in the role he ended up playing, moreso because he feels like he owes his entire life to Central, he can't even begin to imagine the mental turmoil that Allen has to go through every day, just to rationalize his own existence.
But when given the time to think about it- really think- Link had come to that conclusion easily. Allen had caused a lot of trouble, there's no denying that. But, if he were to go back through the last few years of his life...Link can't honestly say his life would be any better without Allen in it. They'd still be fighting this war. His comrades would have still been in the situation they are now. If anything, he thinks things could have been a lot worse. Without Allen...
He doesn't really like thinking about it.
Yes, he almost died. Apocryphos came terribly close, but they'd all entered this war with the understanding that any one of them could die at any moment, and Link is confident saying that if he had died that day protecting Allen, it would have been worth it. Yes, he's still under Central's thumb by way of Lvellie. Yes, he's been given the task to ally with and guard the Fourteenth.
But here? Here...he can focus less on their duties, less on the fate of the fucking universe for once, and more on what he wants. How he feels.]
...I love you, too.
[He says it easily and without hesitation, though he does worry he's said something wrong. He's covering his face, so he can't tell from his expression...so instead, he'll remove one hand from his hip to brush his bangs away just a little.]
[ Allen quickly shakes his head and pulls his hand away. ] Y-you have no reason to apologize. You cannot control reading my thoughts, and... if you're apologizing about saying how you feel, you shouldn't. That's... what we're supposed to do!
[ Communication is important! ]
I... am just embarrassed. It's weird to hear someone... say stuff like that so genuinely.
[ He puts his hands back on Link, but this time against his sides, gently tugging on the tight fabric of his shirt. ]
I didn't even think you could love me like I do. I... was so afraid that I'd lose you if I told you how I felt.
[Allen tugs on him gently, prompting Link to reach out and gently embrace him, pulling him in close to his chest. It's a proper hug, especially with Allen already sitting straddling him as he is in his lap. His free hand cradles the back of Allen's head, and for a moment he just...sits there with him, breathing him in.]
I've loved you far longer than I even realized it was love.
[He admits, his voice a little thin because it's still a bit embarrassing to admit it aloud. It's the truth though, and he knows anything less would be a lie.]
The only way you'd get rid of me now is if I died for real, this time.
Do you have to bring up such a somber thing when I've just had my tongue in your mouth...?
[ He's pouting a little, but... he doesn't actually mind. He appreciates the confession, more than anything else. He can't help but tease Link, anyway. ]
Well, that's good, because you're going to be bloody hard pressed to get rid of me now. [ His hands are back in Link's hair, where he gives him the tiniest of tugs so that he can press his lips right against Link's once again. ]
[There's still a clear note of shyness there, but...when Allen kisses him, Link is happy to kiss him right back, melting into his touch. He's never been quite this intimate with a person before, least of all in terms of, like...honesty. He feels like a book that's been laid bare to be read cover-to-cover, and...he finds he actually doesn't mind that.
If it's Allen, it's okay.
So don't mind him if he pulls you even closer, Allen, until you're practically laying against him.]
[ Allen smiles a little against Link's lips. He'll hear in his thoughts, among the sea of other things, that he's so enthused to feel Link's heartbeat against his chest like this.
Very gently, he pushes his weight into Link, trying to coax him to lay down so that he can lay on top of him. Risqué? Maybe a little. But he wants to kiss Link breathless, and that'll be so much easier if he's laying down. ]
[Given that Allen is already practically laying on top of him? It's easily done. Link allows himself to be pushed prone, shifting a bit until he's laying back properly with Allen laying against his chest.
This is something new. Just having him in his lap was a lot, but this? If Allen liked the way his heartbeat felt against him before...]
[ Hhhh... He does like feeling it pick up, yeah. His stomach feels absolutely full of butterflies. There's a little shudder, as once again Link will feel a tongue yet against his lips.
There's a few little flickers of nerves and excitement in Allen's head. How far is he allowed to go? When should he stop? He just meant to kiss Link, but he does love him so, so much and he kind of wants to drown in it. Is he allowed to test the waters?
What if
Allen gently slides his fingers just under the hem of Link's shirt. No further. For now. ]
[…being able to hear these questions Allen is asking himself in real time is making Link Very Aware. Maybe a little too aware. It’s a double edged sword in that he kindof knows what’s coming, but also feels completely out of his element at the same time. Help.
Of course, that isn’t stopping him yet. Though his breath does audibly stutter at the way Allen’s fingers wander under his shirt, he allows it. He allows him to touch bare skin, his abs tense and hard underneath his touch because he just can’t help but be a little tense, considering.]
[ He feels him tense, and Allen figures it's more reflex then anything, but... he still pulls his fingers away and settles his hands back against Link's hips. He knows Link likely will say "it's okay" or something like that, but... still.
His lips pull away, and he gently kisses the tip of his nose before he speaks. ] ...Li?
...Can you help me take my shirt off? [ So that way it's kind of like they're moving at Link's pace. And Allen can gauge if he's actually uncomfortable or not... ]
[Perhaps it helps, the way Link looks a little surprised when Allen pulls his hands back, pulling away from the kiss. He’s moments from asking if something’s wrong (or, god forbid, he did something wrong), when Allen asks if he can take off his shirt.
He feels his face go hot as he nods, lifting himself up on his elbows just a bit to make it easier. He’s seen him shirtless countless times, and he sleeps often without it, so this isn’t abnormal or anything…so he’ll pull it carefully over his head and neatly place it aside, deciding after a moment that it probably wouldn’t be very romantic to take the time to fold it.
Then, he turns his attention back to Allen, trying his best not to stare at his myriad of scars.]
[ He moves his arms up when needed to, easily. His face is red, but his motions are ever confident. He takes Link's hand and sets it against Allen's now bare stomach, trying to convince him to explore.
"Is that better?" he asks, and Allen laughs. He's so sweet. Even now... ] Innit??
Link feels his heart literally stop for a few seconds when his hand touches Allen's bare skin, and for a moment he almost isn't sure if this is allowed...even though it very clearly is, given that Allen is the one initiating the contact. HE is placing Link's hand against his stomach, so of course it's okay. He's practically asking him to, isn't he?
He ducks his head forward just a fraction, nodding slightly as his fingers curl gently against Allen's skin. It's hard not to let his fingertips wander over the myriad of scars he has, particularly that massive one left behind by his sword.]
Are you okay, Li? You keep blushing like that, you're gonna get a nosebleed. That, or your head's gonna pop. [ Allen is flustered and embarrassed himself, of course, but he would be more so to Link's state if he didn't have a womanizer whore of a mentor-
He lets Link's hand go so he can explore on his own, using his now free hands to trace vague shapes along Link's arms. ] Don't be nervous. We can stop whenever you want to, okay?
[ Sorry for the giddy “oh he’s excited, huh?” thoughts that suddenly plague his mind. He doesn’t… outwardly tease Link, at least. Or, uh, maybe that’s not entirely true. ]
It would… but… I would rather hear you say you want me to.
He leans down and presses kisses into Link's cheek, along the red that stains his face, for a moment before he sits back up and once again finds his fingers under Link's shirt. He drags his hands up higher than just the hem this time, letting his fingers lightly drag along his skin as he pulls his shirt up. He gives a light nudge to his arms when it high enough, getting him to raise his arms so he can slide it off easily. The necklace... will be coming with it. Sorry, Link. He doesn't think to ask. He is, at least, putting it side with Allen's shirt, and letting them stay there instead of carelessly tossing them.
Allen's hand does linger against the cross on Link's chest for a few seconds, before he pulls it away and opts to just lean down to hold himself once again to Link. Chest to chest - but now completely bare, without any sort of cloth barrier keeping their skin from touching. ]
...Apologies if my thoughts are a bit much for you. [ Because he is absolutely thinking about how pretty Link is, how soft he feels, how warm he is, how much he wants to cover him with kisses, how much he wants to touch- ] I hope they're not too burdensome.
[Link can't quite explain it, but as Allen removes both his shirt and the cross pendant gifted to him by Lvellie, it leaves him feeling...more fully disconnected from Central, even though he's been away from their prying eyes in this place up until now. It still felt like he carried a piece of him wherever he went...still watching, observing. Expecting him to do his job, and do it well. Just as he had every other time before.
Now, that's been taken away, stripped literally bare. It's just the two of them, skin-to-skin, and Link feels...it feels good, he realizes.
He exhales slowly before wrapping his arms around Allen, letting both hands rest against his back.]
Not at all. I like hearing what you have to think about me...even if it is a bit embarrassing.
Then... when we managed to fix your mind reading, I'll be sure to continue to voice my affections for you~!
[ And for now, Allen can take advantage of Link's "ability" to allow himself to busy his mouth with kisses, while his thoughts do all the talking for him. They are... a little less overwhelming than usual. At least in the multiple voices regard. It may very well be because he's focused on so solely on Link right now.
Allen is happy Link trusts him enough to do something so intimate with him. He is embarrassed that they're so incredibly close. He is nervous, in general, about toeing to the next step. He is enamored with how Link looks, his hair spilling around in an adorable mess that is so unlike his usual refined look. But above all of that, he is... excited. Very much in the nervously hormonal addled way one would expect from someone with little experience with this. Regardless of knowing this vaguely because of the brothels he's had to pay money to for Cross, or even just hearing things from being around the red light district, actually doing anything is different. Especially with another man.
When his lips pulls away, he gives an angelic smile that contrasts his sinful thoughts comically. Then, after just a second where Allen wiggles to shift himself down just enough, he starts to cover Link's shoulders and collar with fresh kisses, now that he can do so freely. Once on his collarbone, he gives that a quick nibble. ]
[Hhh...being able to have these gay thoughts AND kiss him at the same is dangerous. It's SO dangerous, especially when Allen is such a chatty boy to begin with...chatty with those sinful thoughts of his.
Link's breath catches, a hand reaching up so his fingers can card through Allen's hair. He strokes through silvery locks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at him to watch as he kisses further down and ooooh oh no that was a mistake, he looks back at the ceiling again as his heart tries to leap fully from his chest in that moment.]
[ You know, Allen never thought he'd ever hear that kind of sound from Link. But goddamn is he happen he gets to. Holy fuck. It may or may not send a jolt straight to his dick, though. Which. Uh, he supposes was inevitable, with the line he was continuing to cross, but... damn.
He lets his silver eyes scan Link's face a moment, ghosting the nails of his Innocence over Link's shoulder as he contemplates things. Link certainly seems to be enjoying this. And he did tell Link to tell him to stop when he wasn't comfortable. Surely this is okay, right?
...
He continues, then, and trails kisses down from his collar to that cross-shaped scar in his chest. ]
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Why does he have to go and say things like that? Why does anyone say such kind things to Allen, that mean he... means something to them more than just being a nuisance?? Allen hasn't told Link anything nearly so grandoise, and it feels like the other had truly just reached into his ribcage to seize Allen's heart. Hh...
"Light and laughter" when misery follows Allen around like an imprinted baby bird... it's bitterly laughable, and yet also so relieving to hear??
Fuck fuck fuck he shouldn't be so overcome by this. It's fine! Link is just saying how he feels! That happens when you're both busy courting one another, right?! ]
L... [ His voice is having trouble coming out suddenly, what the hell. Work with him, body!! ] I love you.
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But when given the time to think about it- really think- Link had come to that conclusion easily. Allen had caused a lot of trouble, there's no denying that. But, if he were to go back through the last few years of his life...Link can't honestly say his life would be any better without Allen in it. They'd still be fighting this war. His comrades would have still been in the situation they are now. If anything, he thinks things could have been a lot worse. Without Allen...
He doesn't really like thinking about it.
Yes, he almost died. Apocryphos came terribly close, but they'd all entered this war with the understanding that any one of them could die at any moment, and Link is confident saying that if he had died that day protecting Allen, it would have been worth it. Yes, he's still under Central's thumb by way of Lvellie. Yes, he's been given the task to ally with and guard the Fourteenth.
But here? Here...he can focus less on their duties, less on the fate of the fucking universe for once, and more on what he wants. How he feels.]
...I love you, too.
[He says it easily and without hesitation, though he does worry he's said something wrong. He's covering his face, so he can't tell from his expression...so instead, he'll remove one hand from his hip to brush his bangs away just a little.]
I'm sorry.
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[ Communication is important! ]
I... am just embarrassed. It's weird to hear someone... say stuff like that so genuinely.
[ He puts his hands back on Link, but this time against his sides, gently tugging on the tight fabric of his shirt. ]
I didn't even think you could love me like I do. I... was so afraid that I'd lose you if I told you how I felt.
I can hardly believe this is real at all.
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[Allen tugs on him gently, prompting Link to reach out and gently embrace him, pulling him in close to his chest. It's a proper hug, especially with Allen already sitting straddling him as he is in his lap. His free hand cradles the back of Allen's head, and for a moment he just...sits there with him, breathing him in.]
I've loved you far longer than I even realized it was love.
[He admits, his voice a little thin because it's still a bit embarrassing to admit it aloud. It's the truth though, and he knows anything less would be a lie.]
The only way you'd get rid of me now is if I died for real, this time.
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[ He's pouting a little, but... he doesn't actually mind. He appreciates the confession, more than anything else. He can't help but tease Link, anyway. ]
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[He says this as he tilts his head, pressing his lips a little shyly to Allen's temple.]
Trust me when I say that I just want to be by your side.
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Well, that's good, because you're going to be bloody hard pressed to get rid of me now. [ His hands are back in Link's hair, where he gives him the tiniest of tugs so that he can press his lips right against Link's once again. ]
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If it's Allen, it's okay.
So don't mind him if he pulls you even closer, Allen, until you're practically laying against him.]
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Very gently, he pushes his weight into Link, trying to coax him to lay down so that he can lay on top of him. Risqué? Maybe a little. But he wants to kiss Link breathless, and that'll be so much easier if he's laying down. ]
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This is something new. Just having him in his lap was a lot, but this? If Allen liked the way his heartbeat felt against him before...]
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There's a few little flickers of nerves and excitement in Allen's head. How far is he allowed to go? When should he stop? He just meant to kiss Link, but he does love him so, so much and he kind of wants to drown in it. Is he allowed to test the waters?
What if
Allen gently slides his fingers just under the hem of Link's shirt. No further. For now. ]
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Of course, that isn’t stopping him yet. Though his breath does audibly stutter at the way Allen’s fingers wander under his shirt, he allows it. He allows him to touch bare skin, his abs tense and hard underneath his touch because he just can’t help but be a little tense, considering.]
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His lips pull away, and he gently kisses the tip of his nose before he speaks. ] ...Li?
...Can you help me take my shirt off? [ So that way it's kind of like they're moving at Link's pace. And Allen can gauge if he's actually uncomfortable or not... ]
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He feels his face go hot as he nods, lifting himself up on his elbows just a bit to make it easier. He’s seen him shirtless countless times, and he sleeps often without it, so this isn’t abnormal or anything…so he’ll pull it carefully over his head and neatly place it aside, deciding after a moment that it probably wouldn’t be very romantic to take the time to fold it.
Then, he turns his attention back to Allen, trying his best not to stare at his myriad of scars.]
Is that better?
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"Is that better?" he asks, and Allen laughs. He's so sweet. Even now... ] Innit??
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Link feels his heart literally stop for a few seconds when his hand touches Allen's bare skin, and for a moment he almost isn't sure if this is allowed...even though it very clearly is, given that Allen is the one initiating the contact. HE is placing Link's hand against his stomach, so of course it's okay. He's practically asking him to, isn't he?
He ducks his head forward just a fraction, nodding slightly as his fingers curl gently against Allen's skin. It's hard not to let his fingertips wander over the myriad of scars he has, particularly that massive one left behind by his sword.]
Y...yes.
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Are you okay, Li? You keep blushing like that, you're gonna get a nosebleed. That, or your head's gonna pop. [ Allen is flustered and embarrassed himself, of course, but he would be more so to Link's state if he didn't have a womanizer whore of a mentor-
He lets Link's hand go so he can explore on his own, using his now free hands to trace vague shapes along Link's arms. ] Don't be nervous. We can stop whenever you want to, okay?
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[He kindof blurts that before he realizes what he's saying, his breath catching, face reddening even more...
Then he has to look away, wholly unable to meet Allen's gaze when he's looking at him all sweetly like that.]
You can...take mine off, as well. It would only be fair.
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It would… but… I would rather hear you say you want me to.
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He swallows, audibly.]
...I want you to, Allen. Please.
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He leans down and presses kisses into Link's cheek, along the red that stains his face, for a moment before he sits back up and once again finds his fingers under Link's shirt. He drags his hands up higher than just the hem this time, letting his fingers lightly drag along his skin as he pulls his shirt up. He gives a light nudge to his arms when it high enough, getting him to raise his arms so he can slide it off easily. The necklace... will be coming with it. Sorry, Link. He doesn't think to ask. He is, at least, putting it side with Allen's shirt, and letting them stay there instead of carelessly tossing them.
Allen's hand does linger against the cross on Link's chest for a few seconds, before he pulls it away and opts to just lean down to hold himself once again to Link. Chest to chest - but now completely bare, without any sort of cloth barrier keeping their skin from touching. ]
...Apologies if my thoughts are a bit much for you. [ Because he is absolutely thinking about how pretty Link is, how soft he feels, how warm he is, how much he wants to cover him with kisses, how much he wants to touch- ] I hope they're not too burdensome.
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Now, that's been taken away, stripped literally bare. It's just the two of them, skin-to-skin, and Link feels...it feels good, he realizes.
He exhales slowly before wrapping his arms around Allen, letting both hands rest against his back.]
Not at all. I like hearing what you have to think about me...even if it is a bit embarrassing.
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[ And for now, Allen can take advantage of Link's "ability" to allow himself to busy his mouth with kisses, while his thoughts do all the talking for him. They are... a little less overwhelming than usual. At least in the multiple voices regard. It may very well be because he's focused on so solely on Link right now.
Allen is happy Link trusts him enough to do something so intimate with him. He is embarrassed that they're so incredibly close. He is nervous, in general, about toeing to the next step. He is enamored with how Link looks, his hair spilling around in an adorable mess that is so unlike his usual refined look. But above all of that, he is... excited. Very much in the nervously hormonal addled way one would expect from someone with little experience with this. Regardless of knowing this vaguely because of the brothels he's had to pay money to for Cross, or even just hearing things from being around the red light district, actually doing anything is different. Especially with another man.
When his lips pulls away, he gives an angelic smile that contrasts his sinful thoughts comically. Then, after just a second where Allen wiggles to shift himself down just enough, he starts to cover Link's shoulders and collar with fresh kisses, now that he can do so freely. Once on his collarbone, he gives that a quick nibble. ]
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Link's breath catches, a hand reaching up so his fingers can card through Allen's hair. He strokes through silvery locks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at him to watch as he kisses further down and ooooh oh no that was a mistake, he looks back at the ceiling again as his heart tries to leap fully from his chest in that moment.]
Nnh...
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He lets his silver eyes scan Link's face a moment, ghosting the nails of his Innocence over Link's shoulder as he contemplates things. Link certainly seems to be enjoying this. And he did tell Link to tell him to stop when he wasn't comfortable. Surely this is okay, right?
...
He continues, then, and trails kisses down from his collar to that cross-shaped scar in his chest. ]
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