[ He would be lying if he said he didn't completely adore Shiro's boundless affections, and even in Shiro's want, it's hard not to smile. Shiro has made him so happy. He smile remains, teasing at the question. ] It's not that different from how I touch you.

{ It's.... a lot different, c'mon, Keith. Still, he looks happy, and takes Shiro's hand in his. ] You don't have to worry what you do. I trust you, Takashi. You already make me feel really good. [ He kisses the other man's knuckles before he starts to guide it along his chest. As their joined hands ghost down his body, he talks lightly, his eyes fixed on Shiro. Each word his whispered privately, practically inaudible if Shiro drew any further away from him. ] I really want to show you my scars at some point. It's been a few years since you saw them last. They came out nice. ...I'd love some marks from you.

[ He smooths Shiro's hand out as they reach his hips, spreading his legs just enough as he lifts to adjust his pants to close the excess space between the inseam and his apex. It's here that Keith glances away, peaking down at their hands as he can feel the slight movement against the sensitive area, and with a little hesitance, slides his hand away and up Shiro's arm. ] Go slow for me, huh? [ He grins as he reaches out to feel Shiro's intimacy as well. ] Like this. [ And on Shiro, demonstrates a soft petting low in his undercarriage.]