[ Shiro is touching, kissing-- wow, okay, this is seriously overwhelming. Shiro's lips touch Keith's skin in ways he'd never thought he'd be touched, and he feels-- lost, just a little, letting Shiro take the lead as the more experienced of the two. Keith feels like Shiro could touch him in any way and he'd accept it, revel in it, come from it. That's how much he worships this man. ]
Shiro... [ He says it like a mantra, anchoring himself. ] What are you...?
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Shiro... [ He says it like a mantra, anchoring himself. ] What are you...?