[ Keith's internal dialogue comes to a screeching halt, turning into a garbled mess with the touch of Shiro's lips on his skin. He'd often imagined things like this in the past, sure-- but in a vague, nonspecific sort of way that might be typical for someone with no frame of reference. This contact is so real, so direct, and his entire body suddenly feels hypersensitive from where he's half-seated on Shiro's lap. ]
Shiro... [ His heart is beating a mile a minute. ] A-are you okay?
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Shiro... [ His heart is beating a mile a minute. ] A-are you okay?