[Even when Shiro fumbles, Keith only stills very briefly, but then absolutely lets Shiro guide his hand as he needs, no resistance on his part, touching firmly along his side once he gets that sense of what he's asking for. He can feel the trembling that seems to run through every inch of him and it's so much, but it only makes Keith want him to have this even more so.]
Shiro. [He applies more pressure to his waist, with his palm and his fingertips at once, both firm and careful, always wanting to be mindful of him, gentle at once somehow.] I'm never letting go of you. Anything you need... It's okay. You can feel this. All of it.
[His other arm stays wrapped around him, tight. It's only several moments later that it moves too, to where the chest piece of Shiro's armor would come off and carefully murmurs to him that he's going to remove it -- not necessarily with the usual intention, either, but sensing that it would be easier to give him the contact he needs without it.]