[The hand he'd had on Shiro's face has trailed back and found a place firmly at the back of Shiro's head and holds him into his neck through each of those kisses until the sound of Shiro's voice makes his breath hitch and the exhale that leaves him is stuttering. He tilts his head and watches him in a sidelong gaze, feeling like his heart is thundering in his chest from everything.]
God-- yes. Yeah. [He relishes in it. It's a thought that still leaves him dizzy, even as his mind runs with it on loop - Mine, mine, mine. You don't know what you do...] Shiro.