[ There's something so warming about that, about Keith wanting to undress him like he's something to be savored, and it makes Shiro bite at his lip in a way that turns his smile lopsided. He'd been a little vain when he was younger, aware of his attractiveness, maintaining a certain physique just because he liked the way it made him look, liked the way it felt to know other people liked it too. It feels like a lifetime ago that his body was more than a tool, when his muscle was an aesthetic choice rather than something necessary to balance out the modifications made to him. And now Keith is asking to undress him like it's an honor, and it makes Shiro's chest ache.
He lifts a hand to brush gently over Keith's cheek, and then just... lifts his hips obediently, full of adoration and anticipation. ]
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[ There's something so warming about that, about Keith wanting to undress him like he's something to be savored, and it makes Shiro bite at his lip in a way that turns his smile lopsided. He'd been a little vain when he was younger, aware of his attractiveness, maintaining a certain physique just because he liked the way it made him look, liked the way it felt to know other people liked it too. It feels like a lifetime ago that his body was more than a tool, when his muscle was an aesthetic choice rather than something necessary to balance out the modifications made to him. And now Keith is asking to undress him like it's an honor, and it makes Shiro's chest ache.
He lifts a hand to brush gently over Keith's cheek, and then just... lifts his hips obediently, full of adoration and anticipation. ]