( shiro welcomes him eagerly, regardless, hands at his thighs and then at his hips, offering a pleasant smile in between subtle, affectionate touches. it doesn't put shiro out any, to do this -- he likes making keith happy, likes making sure that he's okay. of course, some obvious guilt manages to claw at him when he lies awake at night and considers this, everything, how much younger he is, how shiro is in all likelihood taking some advantage of him, finding something reassuring in having a warm body still willing to get close to him, despite being a broken half-man, always a step away from bursting at the seams. everything is a trigger. he'll never be okay.

keith gets him as close to okay as he's ever been, and he's desperate for their next coupling always, though he keeps it swallowed down, careful. the universe is more important than him -- the safety of his crew will always be more important than the safety of shiro singularly. he doesn't keep returning for the kink, although it doesn't hurt any. he comes back because it's keith, because keith helps him feel wanted and necessary -- not on a universal scale. on a private one, an intimate one. he likes meaning something to keith, being his daddy, making him feel just as good as he helps shiro to feel. it's the least he can do.

never judgmental or shy with it, he only raises an eyebrow when keith sasses him, gripping at his hips with a little more force behind it. a smirk follows on his mouth, teasing. )

I didn't, ( he bends and presses a kiss on the bend of keith's jaw, dragging his teeth down the column of his throat. ) are you going to tell me to leave, baby? Pretty cold after I came all this way to see you. ( all this way meaning down the hall, but it's all the same. shiro bites at his collarbone, hands surging up under his shirt. ) Stop thinking, let me take care of you. Take your jacket off.