[ truthfully, shiro isn’t surprised by keith’s confession. it’s heart stoppingly obvious in keith’s eyes and in the perfect shape of his gasping mouth, but it’s always nice to hear it stated so simply. i like looking at you so much. yeah? shiro’s lips twist up, finding a boyish curve as he keeps his gaze on that half-hidden, pillow smooshed face. ]

I like looking at you, too.

[ which means he’s often looking at keith, taking note of subtleties. now isn’t any different. as adoring as he is of that ridiculously cute fluff, shiro gives the stiffness of keith’s stretched body and the carefulness of his movements another thought. palm gingerly rested at the small of keith’s back, shiro rubs in a gentle, soothing motion. ]

We can take it out. [ especially if the oddity of it is forcing keith to consider sleeping on his belly. anticipating an immediate decline, shiro reassures with a playful: ] I’ll still give you a nice fuck in the morning… but I want you to be comfortable.

[ … and he kind of, sort of, really wants to hold keith, so if it’s the plug or spooning… well. ]