[He breaks away from the mark to kiss the underside of Keith's jaw.]
That's my Keith. [He whispers. He follows the line of his neck down to the scar and kisses it. He tugs again, drawing Keith back to paint more kisses down his chest. Every scar is paid attention to. He only releases him to lean back into the back of the couch.
Shiro tugs him to him again, already leaning in to kiss him again.]
Everything I have to give...you've got it. [He sinks into the kiss and the heat, it feels so good to just take their time. It's like they're finally winding down after a life lived hard and fast. They're both still young yet sometimes it feels like they've lived forever.
As he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue along his, he's reminded what the therapist said.
'War makes everything feel like it stretches out. Time seems to cease.' Yes, it does. He slides his fingers into Keith's hair and pulls back enough to breathe,] I love you. I'll say it over and over until you're sick of it.
[Each touch, all the attention from Shiro undoes him, but Keith is used to that. Maybe it's the way Shiro touches him in general, like he's somehow precious, like he matters. Even now it's something he can't take for granted.
He can't quite keep his hands still, can't stop fingers from roaming over Shiro's chest,d own his sides, contours and angles and lines that he's long ago committed to memory, a map that he knows by heart and plans to never forget.
His hands run up over Shiro's chest, down over his back looping down about his shoulders. Keith sighs into that kiss, a soft low protest starts as it breaks, silenced by Shiro's words.]
I love you too. I'll never get sick of hearing it. Or saying it. [Keith isn't good enough with words to explain it, how loving Shiro means everything, has meant everything, how it has made him a better person, a stronger person.
So instead of words, he kisses him again, soft and sweet and gentle, quick but repeated, like he's sipping from his lips again and again. They're taking their time, but the need is building sure and strong in him.]
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That's my Keith. [He whispers. He follows the line of his neck down to the scar and kisses it. He tugs again, drawing Keith back to paint more kisses down his chest. Every scar is paid attention to. He only releases him to lean back into the back of the couch.
Shiro tugs him to him again, already leaning in to kiss him again.]
Everything I have to give...you've got it. [He sinks into the kiss and the heat, it feels so good to just take their time. It's like they're finally winding down after a life lived hard and fast. They're both still young yet sometimes it feels like they've lived forever.
As he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue along his, he's reminded what the therapist said.
'War makes everything feel like it stretches out. Time seems to cease.' Yes, it does. He slides his fingers into Keith's hair and pulls back enough to breathe,] I love you. I'll say it over and over until you're sick of it.
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He can't quite keep his hands still, can't stop fingers from roaming over Shiro's chest,d own his sides, contours and angles and lines that he's long ago committed to memory, a map that he knows by heart and plans to never forget.
His hands run up over Shiro's chest, down over his back looping down about his shoulders. Keith sighs into that kiss, a soft low protest starts as it breaks, silenced by Shiro's words.]
I love you too. I'll never get sick of hearing it. Or saying it. [Keith isn't good enough with words to explain it, how loving Shiro means everything, has meant everything, how it has made him a better person, a stronger person.
So instead of words, he kisses him again, soft and sweet and gentle, quick but repeated, like he's sipping from his lips again and again. They're taking their time, but the need is building sure and strong in him.]