[He struggles not let out the sound caught in his throat for reasons that have nothing to do with his injured leg moving around. Dropping his arms on Shiro's shoulders once he's got him up high enough, for a moment he stays still, just leaning forward, toward him. It happens so easily. To think it could have all been this simple.]
[Still biting his lip, Keith fixes his eyes on him again, gaze half-lidded, quiet for a moment longer. When he speaks again there's also a roughness to his voice much more than the usual edge in it, matching Shiro's.] Like this, yeah. Your hands... I couldn't stop thinking about it.