[This time Keith does groan, quiet but something in it almost just as rough as his voice just now, though perhaps also shaking from the hitch in his breath at every move Shiro's hands make. God, indeed.]
Think I'm getting that idea.
[Almost pointedly, as if Shiro asked, he's shifting his thighs around him more in turn, not quite wrapped around the way he could that night because of his leg, but still a firm pressure at Shiro's sides, similar enough excet for how he squeezes him just so with his thighs now.]
This? [It's not teasing as it might sound otherwise, instead almost just encouraging.]