[ It's good to hear that, so good to know it's good for Keith, and Shiro immediately leans in for another kiss. ]
Perfect.
[ It's echoed back quietly, almost awed. There's something so special about this, magical. Not just how dazzlingly good Keith feels, hot and devastatingly tight in a way that still, somehow, lets him in so easily it feels like a welcome. It's everything he'd ever wanted and told himself he couldn't have, the physical representation of the pure love and adoration he feels for Keith ringing through his body. He presses, inch by careful inch, and when he's bottomed out it feels like he's home, safe as a sword in its scabbard, and it's so overwhelming he has to hold himself still a moment. ]
I love you. I love you so much I don't even understand how.
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Perfect.
[ It's echoed back quietly, almost awed. There's something so special about this, magical. Not just how dazzlingly good Keith feels, hot and devastatingly tight in a way that still, somehow, lets him in so easily it feels like a welcome. It's everything he'd ever wanted and told himself he couldn't have, the physical representation of the pure love and adoration he feels for Keith ringing through his body. He presses, inch by careful inch, and when he's bottomed out it feels like he's home, safe as a sword in its scabbard, and it's so overwhelming he has to hold himself still a moment. ]
I love you. I love you so much I don't even understand how.