Keigo felt himself just as transfixed by Ichigo's touch as Ichigo had felt by touching him. His breath was held in his lungs as Ichigo's thumb swept along his lip; he was vaguely proud of himself for not acting on his urge to open his mouth as a result. Watching Ichigo's tongue made that urge all the more prominent.

It was pretty remarkable how Ichigo held so much power over him in that way. As he leaned inward, Keigo's eyes slowly began to close, halfway there by the time their lips finally touched. He exhaled softly through his nose as he kissed him, slightly dazed by how intimate the mood had become over something so silly.

Just as Ichigo spoke up again, Keigo felt his heart swell with longing. It wasn't often he said such... romantic things, so they felt all the more profound when he said them. Keigo reached up and cupped Ichigo's face, his lips curling into a warm smile. He nudged against him, resting their foreheads together as he spoke, "You're so cute... I love you, Ichigo."