[ … and then there’s that. a baby step leading to sleeping together is one thing. a baby step that has them shaving off inches from the implied buffer between them is another. keith looks down and from this distance, it’s impossible to misconstrued his focus: keith’s looking at his mouth. the moment he thinks it is the moment he rolls his bottom lip in, tonguing it beneath his top incisors and letting it drag back out. it’s a subconscious move and one he doesn’t comprehend until he feels his teeth dig and his saliva stick, wetting his lip. keith’s eyes are back up though and shiro’s relieved for that.
… mostly?
he isn’t quite sure if he is. he thinks he should be, but his hand is firm in keith’s and his gaze is full of pretty, laughter-touched eyes that flutter with the barest hint of shyness. before he knows it, his thoughts find their way back to the tablet and the list waiting there. no aftercare and no kisses. it’s baffling. it’s wrong. and briefly, shiro wonders if keith has ever done this with anyone else: gone shy and wanting, peeking at their mouth but making no move to claim the soft kind of affection he deserves.
righting a supposed wrong isn’t a good reason to shift closer. shiro’s stolen inch, the one that has their noses almost brushing isn’t solely due to that. when things feel right. there’s that too, but it isn’t quite strong enough for shiro to bridge the gap entirely on his own. instead, he nuzzles into the pillow and allows a laugh to slip into his voice. ]
Sounds like that could take awhile.
[ their hands are still butted underneath keith’s chin. shiro relaxes the clasp. though doesn't let go, flicking out his index finger to brush just that much more along the line of his jaw. ]
Anything I can do to sway that forgiveness faster?
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… mostly?
he isn’t quite sure if he is. he thinks he should be, but his hand is firm in keith’s and his gaze is full of pretty, laughter-touched eyes that flutter with the barest hint of shyness. before he knows it, his thoughts find their way back to the tablet and the list waiting there. no aftercare and no kisses. it’s baffling. it’s wrong. and briefly, shiro wonders if keith has ever done this with anyone else: gone shy and wanting, peeking at their mouth but making no move to claim the soft kind of affection he deserves.
righting a supposed wrong isn’t a good reason to shift closer. shiro’s stolen inch, the one that has their noses almost brushing isn’t solely due to that. when things feel right. there’s that too, but it isn’t quite strong enough for shiro to bridge the gap entirely on his own. instead, he nuzzles into the pillow and allows a laugh to slip into his voice. ]
Sounds like that could take awhile.
[ their hands are still butted underneath keith’s chin. shiro relaxes the clasp. though doesn't let go, flicking out his index finger to brush just that much more along the line of his jaw. ]
Anything I can do to sway that forgiveness faster?