[ If he was being sensible about this, he'd pull back. Insist on that conversation he'd been planning on having, talk about boundaries and expectations, but -
Keith's passion here is irresistible, pulling Shiro in like a black hole. He kisses back, lost in it, trying to soak up every moment of that heat and the pounding, near-giddy feeling of wanting and being wanted in return, the blistering realization of how right it is. He lets the hand on Keith's back drift around, curling his arm around Keith until one hand settles on his hip and he can pull him in forward so their bodies are flush -
and knocks where the towel is tucked into itself. His time in the arena and all his training with the paladins isn't for nothing, and he's got the reflexes to grab at it and hold it before it falls, but he still feels his cheeks flush slightly at both the action and the thought that Keith might think it was on purpose. ]
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Keith's passion here is irresistible, pulling Shiro in like a black hole. He kisses back, lost in it, trying to soak up every moment of that heat and the pounding, near-giddy feeling of wanting and being wanted in return, the blistering realization of how right it is. He lets the hand on Keith's back drift around, curling his arm around Keith until one hand settles on his hip and he can pull him in forward so their bodies are flush -
and knocks where the towel is tucked into itself. His time in the arena and all his training with the paladins isn't for nothing, and he's got the reflexes to grab at it and hold it before it falls, but he still feels his cheeks flush slightly at both the action and the thought that Keith might think it was on purpose. ]
Shit, sorry. I didn't - heh.