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[ It's difficult to maneuver when he's got hands full of Keith kissing all over his face, blocking his field of view but he's able to get into the bathroom with minimal issue and without bumping either of them against every surface on the way there. The kisses are painfully sweet, pressed all over his skin and he's almost sad to set him down even if he knows he can just ask for more. ]

Hey, you can still pamper me! I'm just making the whole process more efficient.

[ Once they're in the bathroom he's settling Keith steadily onto his feet, already going for his clothes. Helping. ]

C'mere. Lemme get you out of that.

[ So much helping. Shiro starts working on what he can, returning the favor of kisses over anywhere within reach after he's settled his glasses onto the countertop. ]

[ Such a good helper he is. Keith grunts softly and doesn't feel very inclined to help himself -- instead, he's more interested in pawing Shiro, hands sliding under his shirt as he gets in the way of his partner's efforts, tugging Shiro's own up and off, grunting softly.

But he does, however, let up to let his own shirt be divested. They're greedily kissing, and while Keith loves his glasses he's equally happy that they're off; this means he gets to be closer, to kiss him harder without them getting in the way.

Hands come down to knead and squeeze that taut, firm ass, sharply tugging Shiro against him before he pauses, lips reddened with so much kissing. Shirtless, he spares a moment to look, to really look at him, taking in everything. ]

...I love you, you know.

You know [ Shiro cuts himself off to kiss Keith again, slower, lingering. ] You're not quite helping here.

[ He's certainly not complaining, though. Keith's shirt comes off which was the intent and it leaves him an expanse of skin to pay attention to all the way up until he can't. Keith's staring at him too intently and Shiro pauses, awkward for a beat before he realizes what's going on; Keith isn't stopping, he's admiring.

It's unfair just how much he likes the idea of that, of Keith looking at him like he's worthwhile, or valuable, or something he wants. Shiro's never lacked in those people but it's never been returned this much with others. ]

Me, or my ass? [ He knows what Keith means. Shiro drags a thumb over Keith's lip and then chases it, backing him into the counter. Two fumbles with the button and then he sighs, resigned. ] Help me with your pants, baby.

I was supposed to help?

[ Keith pretends to be innocent, even though he's not very good at it and it shows. But the kisses come and they make his toes curl -- Shiro is intoxicating; the feel and strength of him, the warmth of his presence and the heat of his desire. Shiro is everything that Keith has ever wanted in another, and even now he still marvels at how such a man would look his way, much less want him. Keith's grown up, mellowed out, his own issues less obvious to the naked eye, but in this moment he feels exposed, like someone who craves far too much and has allowed himself too little.

He leans into that thumb and feels himself yielding, backing into the counter, and he's laughing softly, nipping gently at his thumb, taking it into his mouth and sucking while he deftly undoes his own trousers, letting it pool at his feet. Of course, he doesn't stop there.

His mouth closes around the base of his thumb, Keith's blue, blue eyes lidded and fluttering as he suckles at him, wet and obscenely lurid, and he's already pushing Shiro's pants off, too.

Two birds with one stone; now they're properly naked. His free hand comes to splay possessively over Shiro's chest, feeling the beat of his heart before it slowly, sensuously, slides down, down and down. He maps every inch of his skin for himself, commits it to memory anew. ]

Uh-huh.

[ There's no shock in his voice at the way that Keith's not helping in the slightest; they're the kind of people who push each other to be better but also the type to push each other in any, every way they can. They make each other be better people and that's something Shiro can always depend on. It also means that Keith's going to push as far as he can and Shiro watches intently as his mouth wraps around his thumb. ]

Oh, now you're helping.

[ Shiro rolls his eyes with a laugh, pulling his thumb away to smear it over Keith's lower lip, trailing over it once more while Keith's own hands start exploring, pressing against his chest and then down, dragging a shiver out of him. ]

You are so distracting.

[ It's not really a complaint, given that they're both touching all over each other like they're reacquainting themselves with each other. To a point, it's not untrue; it feels like it's been ages. Shiro lets himself have a few more moments of it and then presses a kiss to his forehead before separating to toe his socks off and start the shower. ]

So are you. You're --

[ Keith's breath hitches -- he is weak to Shiro on so many levels, especially when it comes to shared intimacy like this. It's startling, how deeply and passionately he wants Shiro when he's never thought he deserved anything, especially someone like him.

It's been a rocky start for them, too, when Keith had so often gotten in his own way, and it had been Shiro's patience that had saved the day. He burns with need and eagerness, hooked on the warmth of his laughter and and full of affection for him. He's brimming with it, the yearning just about overriding every possible good sense he could possibly have. He protests when Shiro pulls away, the strength and warmth of him missing from his side, and Keith follows, shedding all of his clothes to pursue him.

He comes up behind him when the shower starts, a possessive arm wrapped around that slim waist as he lays kisses over his shoulder, pressing his nose to the muscular curve of it and breathing him in quietly. ]

I almost regret making you get a shower. Hate letting you out of my arms.

[ He doesn't want to separate for any amount of time either, not when they've been apart already but he also doesn't want to freeze and a hot shower to rinse away everything sounds like exactly the right thing. Better still when that hot shower is shared with Keith. Distraction is a given but he wants to be distracted. Losing himself in Keith is one of the best things he can think about doing, one of his favorite ways to spend time. ]

Baby.

[ It's cooed, all sweetness as Keith leans into him from behind and Shiro lets himself lean back in turn, certain that Keith can bear the weight. ]

You're wonderful, you know that? Don't know how I ever leave you.

[ There's an apology in there somewhere in his words, something he can't really say because he's not sorry he's doing what's necessary for the rest of the world but oh he hates leaving Keith every single time. Gently, he coaxes both of them into the shower and turns them so they can share the spray, mostly because he wants to face Keith, leaning down to drop kisses anywhere in reach. ]

You still want that bath after we rinse?

[ Keith can bear the weight, of course he can. It makes his heart flutter to know that Shiro trusts him, and in this moment that trust is everything. He nuzzles against him before he releases him just enough for them to step into the shower.

Keith, ever focused, is already reaching for the liquid soap, squeezing out some onto his hands so that he can clean Shiro up, running his hands over those incredible, sculpted muscles, the neat, clean lines of his body. Even here, he takes up a good amount of space and it's soothing, reassuring. It reminds Keith of his presence, and as he kisses him back, fussing over him and sliding slickly over every inch of his body he can reach, he smiles faintly. ]

Maybe after I have my way with you. I'm thinking I want to dirty you up again before that bath.

[ He gives him a wicked little smile, pinching at his nipples lightly before he's soaping up those abs, enjoying every second he gets to feel him up. ]

If you're up for that?

[ Shiro's pliant through all of it, shifting to give more access to whatever Keith needs because he knows he's broad and borderline in the way if he doesn't. Two grown men in the shower works, but only barely and his shoulders are ridiculously wide which doesn't help. Keith never complains, though. He looks at Shiro like he hangs the moon and sometimes it's too much to bear. ]

My poor water bi--ah.

[ Shiro's back arches in response to the pinch against sensitive skin, breath hitching, but it's a fleeting touch. It's gone before anything else, Keith's hands trailing the expanse of Shiro's skin, soaping him up. ]

I'm up for anything you're up for, baby.

[ Shiro gives him a lazy grin, licking over his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth as he reaches out to touch him in turn, thumbs dragging over his nipples in retaliation. ]

Your bill will get used to it.

[ And how often it would be, too, if Shiro keeps making that noise when Keith goes at him. It's delightful, to be able to corral his larger lover and have him right where he wants him. It doesn't matter that the stall probably isn't made for the both of them -- hell, it's barely made for Shiro, but he doesn't care.

He's gasping when he feels those calloused thumbs dragging over his nipples. It's delicious, having Shiro grin and looking just like that, whetting Keith's appetite for more, so much more. Issuing a soft, pleased little sound as he soaps up his dick, palming his balls lightly before splaying over the flat of his abdomen, he looks up with dark eyes full of promise. ]

Good. Now rinse off, because I'm taking your cock in my mouth.

My poor wallet.

[ It's a groan that slithers into a sigh as he's shouldered back against the stall, settling back with his legs spread wide for Keith to have access to whatever he wants. It's too small to do this neatly, sure, but when has a little discomfort ever stopped either of them from what they want?

Obedient, if a little flustered, Shiro wiggles into the spray and lets the soap slide off in bubbly rivulets, taking the time to admire Keith as he's doing it, winding a hand through his hair, pushing his hips into his face so his partially hard cock glances off of his cheek. The grin on his face is teasing, like he knows he's being a dick, even if he makes up for it a moment later by bending down to kiss Keith within an inch of his life.

When he can bring himself to pull back, he cups a hand around his cock and leans against the cool wall, knowing that he's going to risk an age joke when he offers: ]

We can save this for later. I know the floor isn't fun to kneel on.

Your poor wallet.

[ Keith agrees with a wicked smirk, eyes dark and gleaming and full of mischief. He's patient as he helps his lover wash off the suds, but when that magnificently thick dick bumps against his cheek on purpose, he knows that he's got to put Shiro through his proper paces.

It's also a little cramped, but who cares? He's moving between those muscular thighs, and while his feet is pressing back against the base of the glass it doesn't matter. He's getting comfortable with Shiro, and oh, oh, the man kisses like it's the last time they'll ever do it, and it's a good thing Keith's on his knees because he's pretty sure they're turning to jelly.

Eyes glazed and cheeks flush when Shiro pulls away, his hands glide up his thighs, and he's pressing soft kisses to the head of his cock, grasping the root of him before he's parting his mouth to take him slow and deliberate into his hot, wet mouth. ]

You can kiss them better later.

[ ...Yeah, they're not going anywhere. ]

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