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[ shiro presses into him, slow but steady, and it's so much that keith nearly forgets how to breathe. he's big, and he fills keith up in a way that his fingers only teased at -- but it doesn't hurt, not at all, it just feels like being whole in a way that keith never thought to look for in another person. they fit together so well that it also seems like a foregone conclusion that they reached this point; there's a part of him that wonders if it feels like this for everyone, but another part that just as quickly wants to latch onto the idea that no, this is just for the two of them. ]

Shiro.

[ he squeezes where shiro has their hands laced together, leaning up to press another lingering kiss against the older man's mouth. ] God, you're so --

[ a shaky exhale, licking his lips absently. ] ... perfect.