[ truthfully, keith is struggling to regain any semblance of coherence. ever since the experimental drugs forced on him messed with his body, sex has become more intense and more mortifying. case in point, shiro is recovering, and keith is still panting open-mouthed, eyes unfocused as his dick continues to slowly empty a heavy load. it's impossible to be self-conscious though -- not when he has shiro's hands on his face and the reaffirmation that they're made for each other ringing in his ears.

moaning through a particularly hard twitch of his cock, keith lets out a shaky breath and offers up a sheepish but incredibly fond smile. ]

Back to baby, huh...

[ tone light and absent-minded, keith huffs as he presses a kiss to shiro's sternum. maybe it ought to feel like a demotion, but truthfully he's utterly smitten with being special to shiro at all. ]

I'm really happy that it was good for you. You beng happy is all I want. [ a beat, then he corrects with a shake of his head: Us being happy together.

[ as incompatible as that may be with the reality of returning home to finish what the galra started. keith still isn't thinking about that, however, as he gently pushes himself up slightly. ]

Do you need me to pull out or are you comfy like this?