[Keith agrees, distracted, shifting as Shiro moves, taking a moment to realize what his boyfriend is talking about. Right. Clothes. He's focused now.
He lets his fingers draw back from Shiro to set over the other man's hands, helping and urging him to pull the last piece of clothing off. He'll go first. Fine by him. He hasn't admitted it in words, so much, but he likes having Shiro's eyes on him, likes know the other's attention and gaze is focused on him in the moment.
He also likes having the chance to do his own looking, in turn, without distraction. His underwear get kicked to the side, and then there's nothing to stop him from reaching for Shiro again.]
[He takes a moment to drink in the sight of Keith without his clothes on. He has always looked good since the first time he actually noticed when they became Paladins. But years in space and training as a Blade put muscle on him and he can’t get enough.
He starts as warm hands reach for him. Shiro helps Keith strip him. He likes the clear feeling of being wanted. All he has to do is look into Keith’s eyes and he feels that want. His own underwear is on the floor and he checks the depth of the water. The perfect level. He reaches for his boyfriend’s hands to pull him back into the water as he steps into the tub.]
[Keith has never been the shy sort, and he certainly isn't now, so the faint color that rises across his cheekbones is likely more from pleasure and anticipation than any real blushing. As long as Shiro wants him, it's the only thing that could possibly matter.
His fingers linger at Shiro's thighs een after his underwear is gone, touching because he can.
Until the older man is moving and Keith finds those hands with his own and lets himself be pulled. He sinks down into the water, a low hiss of pleasure at the heat of it. He waits for Shiro to settle in before he invites himself to settle between his legs, urging them apart, back to him sot hat he can lean back against that broad, strong chest. Yes. This will do.]
[Shiro sighs as he sinks down into the hot water and leans back. After the long day of meetings and working with the other officers, it feels so good. He's already parting his legs to let Keith between them. He wraps an arm around him, running his hand up his stomach to his chest, and over his throat. His fingers trail along his jaw.
He never gets enough of touching him.] Comfortable?
[Keith arches towards Shiro's touch without even realizing that he's doing it, less a conscious decision and more just the natural reaction to the feeling of that hand moving over his skin. He lets his head fall back to rest against the other man's chest, neck arching, all the world like a cat begging more attention.
And why wouldn't he want more? The simple contact is enough to strip away the rest of the day's worries and everything away, melt it away even more certainly than the heat of the water, the steam that rises around.
He cracks an eye open and peeks up at Shiro, a flicker of a grin on his lips.]
Yeah. No complaints here.
[He reaches a hand up and back, wet fingers finding the line of his jaw, thumb caressing back and forth along warm skin.]
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[Keith agrees, distracted, shifting as Shiro moves, taking a moment to realize what his boyfriend is talking about. Right. Clothes. He's focused now.
He lets his fingers draw back from Shiro to set over the other man's hands, helping and urging him to pull the last piece of clothing off. He'll go first. Fine by him. He hasn't admitted it in words, so much, but he likes having Shiro's eyes on him, likes know the other's attention and gaze is focused on him in the moment.
He also likes having the chance to do his own looking, in turn, without distraction. His underwear get kicked to the side, and then there's nothing to stop him from reaching for Shiro again.]
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He starts as warm hands reach for him. Shiro helps Keith strip him. He likes the clear feeling of being wanted. All he has to do is look into Keith’s eyes and he feels that want. His own underwear is on the floor and he checks the depth of the water. The perfect level. He reaches for his boyfriend’s hands to pull him back into the water as he steps into the tub.]
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His fingers linger at Shiro's thighs een after his underwear is gone, touching because he can.
Until the older man is moving and Keith finds those hands with his own and lets himself be pulled. He sinks down into the water, a low hiss of pleasure at the heat of it. He waits for Shiro to settle in before he invites himself to settle between his legs, urging them apart, back to him sot hat he can lean back against that broad, strong chest. Yes. This will do.]
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He never gets enough of touching him.] Comfortable?
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And why wouldn't he want more? The simple contact is enough to strip away the rest of the day's worries and everything away, melt it away even more certainly than the heat of the water, the steam that rises around.
He cracks an eye open and peeks up at Shiro, a flicker of a grin on his lips.]
Yeah. No complaints here.
[He reaches a hand up and back, wet fingers finding the line of his jaw, thumb caressing back and forth along warm skin.]
You?