[ they could be all wrong about it. if he were a better man, maybe he'd find all the ways he could talk keith down from wasting his time.
he shouldn't, but there's no mistaking the silly, punch-drunk surge of a feeling rattling around inside of his skull, the racing of his heartbeat, or the familiar memory of keith's crooked smile.
but it's real now, and he doesn't have the benefit of hindsight, no hypotheticals to really base the feeling on -- nothing but the look keith gave him, perfectly content with his face in shiro's hand, smiling with the sun behind it, a planet settling into orbit. he shouldn't, but he leans in and kisses keith properly this time, slow and thorough and careful, long enough to taste the next breath curling along his tongue.
and maybe, a moment later, the next exhale along the inside of keith's teeth. ]
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he shouldn't, but there's no mistaking the silly, punch-drunk surge of a feeling rattling around inside of his skull, the racing of his heartbeat, or the familiar memory of keith's crooked smile.
but it's real now, and he doesn't have the benefit of hindsight, no hypotheticals to really base the feeling on -- nothing but the look keith gave him, perfectly content with his face in shiro's hand, smiling with the sun behind it, a planet settling into orbit. he shouldn't, but he leans in and kisses keith properly this time, slow and thorough and careful, long enough to taste the next breath curling along his tongue.
and maybe, a moment later, the next exhale along the inside of keith's teeth. ]