"Good..." he echoes back, because it is and because coming up with his own words is impossible which is the only thing stopping him from babbling a string of them, feeding off the connection between them right now. Why wouldn't he tell the other man he adores him, when he's so clearly adored? But he can't really parse words out of nothing at the moment, but he can show how thoroughly loved his partner is in the noises he's making, the way he reacts to him.

He meets every thrust mindlessly, but with feeling, hands clinging to his back and pulling him closer, trying to turn his entire body into a welcome, his noises encouraging, adoring, pitching into absolute bliss when he feels him come inside him. He turns to a sweet kind of crooning afterwards, when he slows, fingers sweeping through his hair.