Good. I want your best, Shiro. [He grins, sharp and feral. Sparring with Shiro hits all the right spots. He knows he’ll get a good work out from him.
The kiss has felt great. He leans back in for another one as he pushes his hair out of the way. It has gotten pretty long. It falls over his back between his shoulder blades.
He pulls back from Shiro’s mouth and slides up on top of him, straddling his hips. Keith leans over him, resting his forehead on his, fingers brushing Shiro’s cheek. Again, he finds himself glad that Shiro is back.]
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The kiss has felt great. He leans back in for another one as he pushes his hair out of the way. It has gotten pretty long. It falls over his back between his shoulder blades.
He pulls back from Shiro’s mouth and slides up on top of him, straddling his hips. Keith leans over him, resting his forehead on his, fingers brushing Shiro’s cheek. Again, he finds himself glad that Shiro is back.]
...are you tired?