[ so – he’s nabbing one of keith’s firsts afterall. shiro doesn’t know how he ought to feel about that. bothered, maybe, similarly to how he’s been fixated on certain unchecked sentences since he got here. this being a first time means everything keith’s done hasn’t ended with the cliche tangled up in an affectionate embrace, falling asleep together. it’s not necessarily a bad thing. sex doesn’t have to follow certain rules. it’s just – it has shiro picturing a disheveled keith, pulling himself together and getting out, before the sweat has even dried.

bad move. he shouldn’t be picturing keith disheveled or sex flushed or anything when their bodies are pressed in close. certainly not when keith’s nose is brushing his again, his small puffs of breath fanning the minimal space between them. shiro’s lips part on the next breath and pull in air, thinking of how it’s shared and if he really focuses, maybe there’s a hint of taste –

he squeezes his eyes a little more forcibly closed, huffing to expel that shared breath. this isn’t shiro’s first time by any means, but it’s been a long time since he last did this. here, he’s upsetting himself over the thought of keith stumbling away after relations and yet, that’s all shiro’s done too since arriving here. god, he’s clearly more starved for soft, sleepy affections than he would have ever dared to think. ]

A little. [ but yes, nice. he laughs to cover up the direction of his thoughts, eyes still closed and fingers ending their caress. ] Go to sleep, Keith. Dream of a bigger bed. You’ll forget all about me being here… hogging all the space.