[ keith pulls the zipper all the way down and tugs off the first boot. he pauses then, when he feels fingers brush lightly against his back, looking over his shoulder at shiro stretched out and comfortable with a warm smile. ]

Heh, okay.

[ the agreement comes easily enough, but as keith turns his attention back to the other boot, he speaks up again, tone contemplative and quiet. ]

But so you know? I am comfortable here.

[ really, porn prison as a whole makes his skin crawl, but being around shiro and his cube is relaxing, so long as he doesn't think too much about the aftermath of his sexperiment. keith grimaces slightly, swallowing as he works the zipper down and frees his other foot. the socks come off next, keith continuing to talk throughout like words come easier when his hands and mind are partly occupied with something else. ]

...Not in these clothes specifically, but you know. Generally.

[ whether it's necessary to explain or not is hard to say, but keith wants this much clarified at least. ]

I don't know. It's weird. I don't mind you looking. [ a beat, then he shakes his head, folding, unfolding only to refold his socks. ] No, I mean -- I like how you look at me. A lot. I just... I guess I feel awkward in my own skin most of the time.

[ finally he drops the socks and laughs sheepishly. ]

I'm sorry if that made you think I wasn't comfortable with you.