listen. keith is incredibly touch-averse BUT pressure stimming is also the best thing he knows. catch him anytime he's sitting still not up to something and he'll be rubbing his thumb into his palm as hard as he can.

but – his favourite thing to use for pressure is shiro's body.

hiding in places he can barely fit is also nice. curling his knees against his chest and pulling them close to his body. seams and tags on clothes are hell, but he can ignore them a little better if the material of whatever he's wearing is tight enough and clings to his body.

he HATES hugs in general, but the absolute worst thing about them is when people give loose hugs. it makes his whole body shudder, the same way shaking hands with someone with a slack grip has him needing to wipe his palm on the side of his thigh to get rid of the gross feeling.

...but then.

then there's shiro.

who clasps keith's hand tightly in his own and, no hesitation, pulls him into a hug so crushing keith goes a little breathless from it.

resting against shiro's sturdy chest, held close by him, keith kind of never wants to let go.

it doesn't even have anything to do with the way his heart flutters around shiro because shiro's a little too beautiful and smells a little too nice.

it just feels really good. like hugging his best friend and being okay with it.

he hasn't liked a hug that much since his dad.

years later, keith gets more friends. gets more people he likes to hug, at least sometimes; he prefers to get a head's up about it though. hunk especially is a great hugger, squeezing with his whole body and rocking back and forth as he does.

still. there's no one like shiro.

there's no one like shiro in a lot of ways.

there's no one else keith can imagine would make kissing feel the way shiro does either, how their tongues slide deep and they share spit and bite each other's lips, how keith only finds himself panting for more once they break apart.

sometimes he just wants to kiss shiro for hours. press their lips together, lose himself in how good it feels; shiro's big hands holding his hips tightly and his mouth firm on keith's, again and again and happy to do so, keith shivering over how much he loves the sound of their–

–lips parting when they have to catch their breath for a second, before diving back in again, how indescribable the wet texture of shiro's mouth is and how grateful keith is he never seems to actually learn it by heart because he never wants to stop exploring it with his tongue.

fucking shiro is good in every way, but god, there's nothing like being on his back, shiro above him and rolling into him, keith's thighs against shiro's waist, ankles dragging over his ass, arms wrapped around shiro's back and clinging to his shoulders, pulling him down further.

no, there's nothing like when they fuck slow and hard and drag it out, when shiro sinks his hands in keith's hair and twists his fingers in the strands as he kisses him so hard it almost hurts, shiro's bicep close to keith's face and his body a heavy weight on top of him.

when keith knows shiro's going to cry out in his ear when he comes, breath hot and panting, before his muscles give out and he slumps down on top of keith once they're done, sweaty skin on their chests and their rapid heartbeats pressing together, and nothing could feel better.

shiro never acts like any of it is weird.

not when keith's still a sad teenager who sometimes just needs couch cuddles from his best friend who's almost twice as tall; shiro just leans into him, almost drapes himself across keith, and keith doesn't have to talk about anything.

not when keith's older and he can't make his throat remember how to push words out of his mouth. shiro just hugs him tightly, wrapping him up completely the way he knows keith loves it, squeezing keith so hard keith's ribs go tight while he tucks his nose in shiro's neck to hide.

if they're in bed, shiro eventually starts to roll over on top of keith after they've had sex without prompting. lies there as they catch their breath, keith's palms stroking over shiro's broad body, the sensation after he comes so good he feels dizzy, but shiro's body grounding.

other people's touch never stops being weird, no matter how casual, never stops being something keith needs to be gently convinced into accepting and still only working if he's okay with the person in question, but everything about shiro always just gets better and better.

nothing else can make him feel the way shiro does, and keith's known better than to be self-conscious around him since shiro clasped his hand with a promise for the first time when keith was 16.

so he learns to just let shiro know whenever he needs to be crushed by his weight.

tugs shiro over to the bed, fully clothed and without a word. flops face down, awkwardly reaches back to pat his own shoulder and mutters for shiro to lie on top, until he feels the mattress dip and shiro settles on top of him, silent and sighing.

and it all just feels good.

(shiro: baby??? i love you and this is fine but you do know i am probably literally squashing you slowly to death right ?
keith, voice muffled from his face being smushed into the bed with shiro draped across him, covering keith's whole body: 've neer felt betteh shewo)