"My Shiro," Keith echoes back in that moment before the kiss, and then words seem entirely superfluous anyway, and he kisses Shiro back. His own wolf is a mix of triumphant and contented, as if it knows even more than he does that he's finally found himself to the place where he belongs.
He winds his arms around Shiro, stepping in closer, closing whatever space between them. Right here, in this man's arms, he's home.
"I think I've been looking for you, all this time. I never knew what it was, what was missing..." But this was it. Shiro. This warmth, belonging. And this pack. They'll take care of it together, side by side.
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Date: 2019-12-16 03:06 am (UTC)He winds his arms around Shiro, stepping in closer, closing whatever space between them. Right here, in this man's arms, he's home.
"I think I've been looking for you, all this time. I never knew what it was, what was missing..." But this was it. Shiro. This warmth, belonging. And this pack. They'll take care of it together, side by side.