[Somehow being used to Naoto making noises into his mouth doesn't make it any less amazing or arousing every single time. And after that kiss.... He can barely breathe, even with the kiss broken to allow just that.]

Naoto... [Whispered against Naoto's lips, warm, awed.] I love you. I love you. [Repeated, again, and then pressing the kiss close because words just don't feel adequate at all.]

[He rolls his hips again, deliberately pressing deeper, slowly pulling out a bit before pushing back in, slow, just to move inside Naoto, to feel it.]