[He can't help but be affected, too, despite being the one to initiate the kiss-- his heart racing, his breath sighing out in a soft breath once Keith kisses him back. He keeps the kiss slow, gentle, indeed taking his time, wanting to appreciate this feeling of closeness, of holding him. He never thought...]
[There's that small edge of desperation, of course, that he can't help. The urge is there to deepen the kiss, to press more firmly against him but-- it's been a long time for him and this alone is enough to threaten to overwhelm him. And he knows Keith doesn't have a lot of experience and he-- he wants to do it right. He doesn't want to mess it up. He does, after a moment, slide the hand on his cheek back into his hair, curling his fingers gently and cradling his head as he kisses him, sighing out.]