[His breathing hitches too, at that touch, skin feeling like he's on fire without being burned just from that, completely aware of Shiro's hand to the point that it threatens to undo him, his face pressing firmer into his chest as he bites his bottom lip and all but clings to him. He can't relax even though he knows that must be Shiro's purpose, knows he just wanted him to sleep. It's not even the first time now that he's run his hand across his bare back, but he can't handle it. And instead Keith wants -- more.]
[He's here. He's not going away. That's all that should matter, so stop thinking more than that. It never does any good.]
[He forces himself to push his breathing out through his nose, slow, steady, still not daring to make another sound or utter something he shouldn't, biting down so hard on his lip it feels like it might bleed. He almost doesn't even realize it when his other hand around Shiro's waist bunches up in his shirt, desperately holding on, seeking him out like the only lifeline he has just as much as he's the reason Keith feels like he might straight up die right here and now.]