[ if you're good. this is the second time shiro has deflected the topic away from his own body and redirected to keith. is it meant to be teasing? relaxing? hell, is it even intentional? keith's head swims a little with uncertain possibilities as shiro eyes him up and down. it's -- fuck. anon must've done this too, but it hits differently when keith can so obviously see shiro's gaze lingering at each part of his body -- appraising? no. approving.

they lock eyes and keith's heart very stupidly skips a beat, face warming and moony. breathtaking. shiro thinks he's breathtaking. a little giddy, and plenty flustered by the sweetness of the compliment, keith laughs only to hiccup mid-sound as shiro leans in to mouth at his thigh. breath hitching, keith fidgets, fingers pushing down the base of his dick as it twitches as if to catch shiro's attention. plumping faster, ridges slowly start to take shape as his cock fills out. wanting to bask in the uncomplicated attention just a few seconds longer, keith keeps his hand partly covering the problem appendage. ]

You're breathtaking. You literally took it just now..

[ punctuating the banter with with a playful squeeze of shiro's bicep, keith releases after a beat. ]

It's nice... being able to tell you that.

[ more than nice, but keith isn't consciously downplaying. in fact, it's more that he's tongue tied and has a stomach full of butterflies. so before he jams his foot in his mouth again, keith clambers up onto the bed as instructed and positions himself on his side, face partly smooshed into the pillow as he rolls to face shiro. there, he delicately traces a line down his boyfriend's back, dragging fingertip over whole and scarred skin alike. ]

Sp you'll make me even more comfortable if you take everything off before getting in bed with me, Shiro.