[ it's not a surprise to hear that shiro wants him (maybe even just as badly), but it still sends a little thrill of heat up keith's spine. and while something about talking vaguely registers, the sense-memory of kissing shiro is powerful enough to make keith lick his lips.
and almost before he can help it, he's stepping into shiro, tangling his fingers in the material of his vest and pulling him down. when their mouths meet, it's enough to draw a low noise out of him; it's like that first glass of cold water after the heat of a desert day, the feeling of it sings all the way down into his fingers and toes, leaving him greedy for more. ]
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and almost before he can help it, he's stepping into shiro, tangling his fingers in the material of his vest and pulling him down. when their mouths meet, it's enough to draw a low noise out of him; it's like that first glass of cold water after the heat of a desert day, the feeling of it sings all the way down into his fingers and toes, leaving him greedy for more. ]