[ it's entirely possible that nobody before's ever told keith that they've wanted to kiss him again. it's likely that nobody before's ever so much as implied to keith that they wanted to kiss him at all.
he should be conscious of his position: in shiro's bed under the lamp-thinned dark, fingers still knotted around his wrist -- but it's a close moment, and all that parses is the shadowy shape of shiro's mouth and heat's new, slow surge, a coil in the pit of his belly and faintly scorching along his ears. ]
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[ it's entirely possible that nobody before's ever told keith that they've wanted to kiss him again. it's likely that nobody before's ever so much as implied to keith that they wanted to kiss him at all.
he should be conscious of his position: in shiro's bed under the lamp-thinned dark, fingers still knotted around his wrist -- but it's a close moment, and all that parses is the shadowy shape of shiro's mouth and heat's new, slow surge, a coil in the pit of his belly and faintly scorching along his ears. ]
Do you -- not get kissed that much?
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shut up. ]