[ shiro cuts him off with the kind of kiss that feels like it goes right down into keith's soul, until he's dizzy with the sheer force of feeling that he can feel behind it. and after that, maybe what comes next shouldn't be a surprise, but -- ]
Oh.
[ softly, awed, little more than a whispered exhale. being loved by shiro is something so wonderful that keith can scarcely even believe it, and shiro gave it to him so easily, even though keith can't see how it's something he's possibly managed to earn. he feels so full that he wants to burst, heart squeezing in his chest and a thick lump swollen in his throat, but it's a wonderful thing. ] Shiro.
[ and that's all he can manage to get out -- instead, he just pulls shiro down for another one of those slow, deep kisses, trying to pour out everything into that instead. ]
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Oh.
[ softly, awed, little more than a whispered exhale. being loved by shiro is something so wonderful that keith can scarcely even believe it, and shiro gave it to him so easily, even though keith can't see how it's something he's possibly managed to earn. he feels so full that he wants to burst, heart squeezing in his chest and a thick lump swollen in his throat, but it's a wonderful thing. ] Shiro.
[ and that's all he can manage to get out -- instead, he just pulls shiro down for another one of those slow, deep kisses, trying to pour out everything into that instead. ]