❛ it isn’t fair how much you turn me on. ❜ to Keith from Shiro
Shiro's voice is gravelly, and his eyes are mostly pupil ringed by silver as he gazes up at Keith, who is perched on top of him.
“I'm not sorry,” Keith says earnestly. The self-consciousness that had plagued him as they stripped down earlier promptly evaporates at the way Shiro seems to drink in the sight of him. His own body has changed so much during their time apart—longer hair, more muscle, even more scars... Scars, he thinks, as his hands caress the planes of Shiro's chest and trace the marks carved onto him by a war that hasn't been kind to anyone, but least of all them.
As it turns out, time and war can both take their toll on their bodies, but they will never change the way he and Shiro feel about each other.
He's snapped out of his thoughts as Shiro’s rough hand glides reverently down his side, the warmth and intimacy of the touch igniting a fire within him and making him shiver. The hand moves on to briefly curve around his waist before settling on his hip with a possessive grip that sends delicious sparks up Keith's spine. When his thighs instinctively tighten around Shiro’s hips, he feels the solid strength beneath him, and it makes him just a little feral.
"I missed you, and I missed your touch," he admits, splashes of pink darkening his cheeks under the dim purple lighting of the black lion's cabin.
