[ one shoulder bump turns into a swooping lurch in keith's stomach. shiro has never said anything to suggest or even imply that the last time they shared a bed together had been unenjoyable, but considering the invitation had never been extended since, keith could at least make the inference that it must not "feel right" to do so again. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been frustrated with that, and lying even harder if he suggested that he'd fucked some of that out.

but perhaps he's been thinking about everything in the wrong way. maybe shiro hadn't wanted to ask because a cot is a cramped thing to share. guilt flickers to life at the pit of keith's stomach, wondering what shiro would even think if he knew keith had gone to another guy for an outlet. does it even matter? they hadn't exactly set forth expectations for each other, let alone defined what it is that they're working towards outside of some nebulous agreement to just do what "feels right."

pushing the sobering thought out of his head, keith looks up with a smile. ]

Uh-huh. So now you're trying to get me to agree to stay over and milk a free bakrub out of me? Heh. Looks like the deal just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter for you.

[ he grins, reaching across to playfully poke shiro's ribs before flopping backwards with a happy sigh. ]

Do I get something nice if I agree?