( sometimes he thinks he might have been put on this earth to make keith happy, to give him everything he'd been left wanting at such an early age, to pour every little bit of affection he has in him into the smallest actions, whether it's just to pull him in for a kiss or to wrap his arms around him fully, keep him as close as he dares, because he doesn't want to ever risk letting something as good as him get away.
but he knows it has to be different, the way they touch each other, and while the other impresses on him that he trusts him he doesn't want to misstep, doesn't want to somehow muck things up by not knowing to the letter what he's doing.
( he listens, because of course he does, but until they've gone further than this more than once he's always going to have those worries, if only because it's so important to him that he make keith feel comfortable in his own skin. ) ) I want to see them. ( he murmurs back first, soft and intimate, dividing his focus between keith's own dark gaze and the way their hands look together, smoothing over the flat of his chest, the dips between ribs; he works to keep his breathing even as he steals quick kisses between words, unable to keep himself from it and when those light touches reach narrow hips his breath catches in the back of his throat.
he groans, low and deep at the other's demonstration even as the pad of his thumb follows along the seam of his jeans, up and down and up again, lingering over where he's sure keith will be most sensitive, pressing in just a little. )
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but he knows it has to be different, the way they touch each other, and while the other impresses on him that he trusts him he doesn't want to misstep, doesn't want to somehow muck things up by not knowing to the letter what he's doing.
( he listens, because of course he does, but until they've gone further than this more than once he's always going to have those worries, if only because it's so important to him that he make keith feel comfortable in his own skin. ) ) I want to see them. ( he murmurs back first, soft and intimate, dividing his focus between keith's own dark gaze and the way their hands look together, smoothing over the flat of his chest, the dips between ribs; he works to keep his breathing even as he steals quick kisses between words, unable to keep himself from it and when those light touches reach narrow hips his breath catches in the back of his throat.
he groans, low and deep at the other's demonstration even as the pad of his thumb follows along the seam of his jeans, up and down and up again, lingering over where he's sure keith will be most sensitive, pressing in just a little. )
I'll go as slow as you need me to, promise.