[ his fingers fumble the moment keith’s thigh touches his back. there’s clothing and blanket between them, but warmth seeps into him and he feels it, hot and solid against him. it leeches at his awareness until it nearly captures his focus in its entirety. still, he gets his fingers into semi-working order and manages to slip off his right boot. he’s just worked off the left when something grazes his side. fingers tighten this time and then he’s grasping hard at the boot as keith’s palm lies flat to his belly. his next breath is shallow, none of it seeping low to expand his abdomen further into that hand.
i want you too.
he hears to, not too. he doesn’t get any further than redundancy; thinking in terms of keith reiterating how he’d like shiro to stay the night. that is, until a sigh and a couple of words later, keith is clearly speaking of something else. it clicks and once again, his fingers go their own way; this time not fumbling, not tightening, but merely loosening in slow moving fragments, the boot losing stability bit by bit.
keith’s talking about the thing between them, isn’t he? why is it more frightening when it’s put into these terms? because… it has nothing to do with sentencing. that excuse is off the table. if they’re going at their own pace and dictating reactions based on what feels right for them, not by what the prison staff expects of them, then they’re doing this purely for themselves. that’s… not what shiro originally pitched it as to himself. is that what he truly wants? what about the emphasis on sentencing? what about getting out of here? what about the team? what about –
his fingers slack a movement too far and the boot slips free, hitting the floor with a thud. the noise knocks him out of his spiral and he blinks hard, staring down at his boots. he exhales slow and then, mustering movement, he lies his flesh hand over keith’s. he waffles between maybe and yes, and squeezes at the back of his hand. the longer he holds on, the further he leans into yes, only to topple into it completely when he twists, glancing over his shoulder at keith. this time, his breath is deep and his belly flutters under their combined hands, something in him losing stability at the sight of his best friend curled up close behind him. ]
Yeah. [ quiet, it’s more breath than word. his expression holds tense as he seemingly works through and comes to some sort of decision. in the next moment, he lets go of keith’s hand and he leans over, metal arm going to the bed on the other side of keith, to brace his weight. our way. when things feel right. it feels right to be close to keith right now and he nudge into his space, barricading him as shiro looks over the portion of his face he can see. ]
If we do this… it’s for us.
[ because they want it. not because these aliens have put them in a fucked up situation. it has to make sense for them, otherwise it isn’t worth the risk of muddling up their friendship. he brushes keith’s bangs with his other hand and holds them back against his head, revealing more of keith’s face for him. ]
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i want you too.
he hears to, not too. he doesn’t get any further than redundancy; thinking in terms of keith reiterating how he’d like shiro to stay the night. that is, until a sigh and a couple of words later, keith is clearly speaking of something else. it clicks and once again, his fingers go their own way; this time not fumbling, not tightening, but merely loosening in slow moving fragments, the boot losing stability bit by bit.
keith’s talking about the thing between them, isn’t he? why is it more frightening when it’s put into these terms? because… it has nothing to do with sentencing. that excuse is off the table. if they’re going at their own pace and dictating reactions based on what feels right for them, not by what the prison staff expects of them, then they’re doing this purely for themselves. that’s… not what shiro originally pitched it as to himself. is that what he truly wants? what about the emphasis on sentencing? what about getting out of here? what about the team? what about –
his fingers slack a movement too far and the boot slips free, hitting the floor with a thud. the noise knocks him out of his spiral and he blinks hard, staring down at his boots. he exhales slow and then, mustering movement, he lies his flesh hand over keith’s. he waffles between maybe and yes, and squeezes at the back of his hand. the longer he holds on, the further he leans into yes, only to topple into it completely when he twists, glancing over his shoulder at keith. this time, his breath is deep and his belly flutters under their combined hands, something in him losing stability at the sight of his best friend curled up close behind him. ]
Yeah. [ quiet, it’s more breath than word. his expression holds tense as he seemingly works through and comes to some sort of decision. in the next moment, he lets go of keith’s hand and he leans over, metal arm going to the bed on the other side of keith, to brace his weight. our way. when things feel right. it feels right to be close to keith right now and he nudge into his space, barricading him as shiro looks over the portion of his face he can see. ]
If we do this… it’s for us.
[ because they want it. not because these aliens have put them in a fucked up situation. it has to make sense for them, otherwise it isn’t worth the risk of muddling up their friendship. he brushes keith’s bangs with his other hand and holds them back against his head, revealing more of keith’s face for him. ]
Only us.