[ Shiro tucks in closer as Keith clutches at him, slipping his fingers out the rest of the way as he leans in to soothe with a kiss. Don't thank him, Keith says, but it's hard to squash that impulse when he's like this. Warm and sweet and so, so beautiful. Shiro wipes his hands off none-too-diligently on his own hip, uses the advantage of having both arms free to cradle Keith in close against him, just to enjoy the feeling of holding him. He's still hard, of course, but it seems less urgent like this. Still something he wants so badly he can taste it, but... something to look forward to, rather than something he needs right now. Making sure Keith feels safe and loved in the immediate aftermath of what they've done? That takes priority. ]
Are you forgetting I want it too? This isn't a favor, Keith. It's... special. You're special. I can thank you for that.
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Are you forgetting I want it too? This isn't a favor, Keith. It's... special. You're special. I can thank you for that.