[Keith finds himself biting the inside of his mouth not to make some stupid sound, his arms fixing a little closer around Shiro's shoulders, though not for any worry that he wouldn't hand on to him. It's impossible not to think about those hands on his legs, to the point that he's pretty sure his brain short-circuits a couple of times at least.
It's completely impossible for him not to let another shiver travel down his back, at the words on top of everything else right now.]
I didn't... really doubt that. [You're so. You're killing him. Fuck. If he could hardly argue the first time Shiro made that comment, he definitely can't now.]