"I don't want you to leave," Keith whispers softly into Shiro's chest.
Dry lips touch the naked skin there, the sensation still new, still alien.
He knew this would happen, knew and slept with Shiro anyway. It's his own fault for thinking it would somehow be easier.
He has no claim over Shiro, no right to ask him for anything, but he can't help it. He doesn't remember what's its like to be alone; doesn't know how to handle that kind of emptiness anymore.
"Please don't go..." Keith begs quietly, heavy tears dropping from dark eyelashes.
Shiro's arm tightens around him, tickling the naked skin of his waist. A quiet, whistling noise brakes of the older man's lips. Keith glances up at his calm features, and swallows thickly. Shiro is sleeping.