(Unless you're planning on spending a lot of time around them shirtless, there's no rush. You can wait until you're more comfortable.)
[ He strokes his palms up Shiro's back, warmer than usual thanks to the heated water, and leans in to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. ] (Yeah. Perfect.)
[ You're perfect is the unspoken addition, but he doesn't have to say it when wordless approval and appreciation fills every part of their connection. Sam scoots back on the ledge until his back rest against the rocks, making room for Shiro to sit between his legs. His hands settle on Shiro's hips as he pulls him down - and for a moment he's tempted to keep tugging, to get Shiro's back flush against his chest and wrap his arms around him, tilt his head back against his shoulder for easy access to kiss him whenever he wants -
But maybe later. He's got a plan, and instead he leaves space between them so he can put his hands on Shiro's shoulders. His thumbs press in at the base of Shiro's neck, starting on working out the knot of tension he knows Shiro holds there. ]
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[ He strokes his palms up Shiro's back, warmer than usual thanks to the heated water, and leans in to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. ] ( Yeah. Perfect. )
[ You're perfect is the unspoken addition, but he doesn't have to say it when wordless approval and appreciation fills every part of their connection. Sam scoots back on the ledge until his back rest against the rocks, making room for Shiro to sit between his legs. His hands settle on Shiro's hips as he pulls him down - and for a moment he's tempted to keep tugging, to get Shiro's back flush against his chest and wrap his arms around him, tilt his head back against his shoulder for easy access to kiss him whenever he wants -
But maybe later. He's got a plan, and instead he leaves space between them so he can put his hands on Shiro's shoulders. His thumbs press in at the base of Shiro's neck, starting on working out the knot of tension he knows Shiro holds there. ]