['Slow' is a relative term around Keith. His idea of it is everyone else's 'one step down from light-speed'. But the fact that he's trying... Shiro's expression is so tender, genuine and aching as he leans in and kisses Keith at the crown of his hair.
It's funny, how these little gestures of tenderness just happen so naturally with Keith. The aversion that Shiro's always had about initiating physical contact with others - this kind of physical activity - seems to be worn away just as a matter of rote. This feels natural, like something they've already been doing for an age.
There's still a lot he wants to unpack about it. He still feels guilty, a little ashamed, not entirely sure, but he's here. They're trying it. He won't apologize for it.]
Keith.
[Just his name, said in that warning tone Shiro gets sometimes.]
A little faster? ['let's find a compromise for this pace'.] I won't break, you know.
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It's funny, how these little gestures of tenderness just happen so naturally with Keith. The aversion that Shiro's always had about initiating physical contact with others - this kind of physical activity - seems to be worn away just as a matter of rote. This feels natural, like something they've already been doing for an age.
There's still a lot he wants to unpack about it. He still feels guilty, a little ashamed, not entirely sure, but he's here. They're trying it. He won't apologize for it.]
Keith.
[Just his name, said in that warning tone Shiro gets sometimes.]
A little faster? ['let's find a compromise for this pace'.] I won't break, you know.