The kiss is too brief, and Keith is in process of chasing it when Shiro says his name. That brings a smile over his mouth that he can't quite stop. Not that he wants to. This is all surreal in a way, and Keith has to keep reminding himself that it's real, that it's actually happening. Hard to deny it though, with Shiro so close, when he can feel everything like each nerve in his body has been turned on high.

His fingers slide further up Shiro's back, smile only widening at the question. For a moment he allows himself to turn into that hand, eyes shutting before opening and turning back to Shiro. "Okay doesn't even come close," he answers.

And then he's in motion, because Keith isn't the type to leave an attack unanswered. He leans up teeth and lips and tongue making a deliberate trail down that strong jawline, down to his neck. He has a favor to return here. He bites first, sharp, hard, before his lips soothe over the spot, gentle for only a moment before he begins to suck a mark to the surface. Mine.