[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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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?