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[ Keith's hands move over his skin, the warmth and reverence in them making him shiver with need. He'd learned to be okay with his scars a long time ago, but for the first time he feels angry about them again - not because Keith is seeing them, not when he's gazing at Shiro with such a look of open want and near-reverence, but because some of them are deep enough that the nerves below are dead, robbing him of sensation. Keith is beautiful, a livewire, a miracle, and of everything the Galra had done to Shiro it's depriving him of even a tiny bit of that feeling that stings the worst.

He pulls Keith in close again, wanting to kiss him, choking a moan off in the other man's mouth when he feels the firm heat of his cock pressing into his stomach. ]

Back at you, [ he manages, low and thick. ] I want you. Can we -