[ It's got to be a full minute before either of them can dredge up the energy (or coherency) to talk, Shiro sounding raggedly wrecked but extremely happy about it. Cloud Nine may be his current address. His left hand brushes in the dip of Keith's back while the other, not weighted down by weak muscles, combs through a snarl of dark hair, over and over. ]
No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.
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No, I'm okay ... Better than, sweetheart.
[ He pairs a sigh with a smile, boneless and just a shade too hot and sticky but loving it. ]
Are you okay? You, uh ... Feels like you came a lot.