[ Keith eases into a smile, his fingers curving over the irritated skin, the pinkness of the socket. He's gentle with him, and makes a note to see if anyone else has oil or balm available and is willing to share. It must not be fun, wearing a heavy thing like that.
He's gripping his waist with his other hand, possessive and pleased -- something about Shiro showing him something this private is intoxicating, and he gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. ]
You know, whenever you're in this boat, you never have to put it on if you don't want to.
[ He offers, not sure if he's overstepping his boundaries of it's insensitive -- all he wants is to put Shiro at ease, to show him that he can treat this as his own home, too, that Keith could be his home, if he ever wants. ]
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He's gripping his waist with his other hand, possessive and pleased -- something about Shiro showing him something this private is intoxicating, and he gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. ]
You know, whenever you're in this boat, you never have to put it on if you don't want to.
[ He offers, not sure if he's overstepping his boundaries of it's insensitive -- all he wants is to put Shiro at ease, to show him that he can treat this as his own home, too, that Keith could be his home, if he ever wants. ]