[ Keith moans, and between that and the billow of his scent that's rolled out of the Red lion to flood Shiro's sense it's all he can do not to throw Keith to the floor and take him right there. But there's enough between them to give him just enough strength to respect that, to want to make this a choice. Shiro swallows hard enough that the click of his throat is audible, wets his lips, but he can't quite make his fingers uncurl from Keith's arm. ]
I saw - I felt -
Keith, I can help you. You don't have to do this alone. I can - I can make it good for you. Please.
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I saw - I felt -
Keith, I can help you. You don't have to do this alone. I can - I can make it good for you. Please.