[ marginally emboldened, keith drapes his arm around shiro a little more definitively and likewise closes his eyes. it doesn't make the flutter in his chest any less potent to do so when all closing his eyes does is accentuate his awareness of all the places they're touching and each breath that fans across his face, but seeing nothing at least dampens some of the jitters from their faces being so close. he doesn't know what to call or how to label what it is that they're doing together like this, but try as keith did to ignore all media based social conditioning back home, he's not oblivious to the trope of goodnight kisses. or kissing in general really.
he couldn't say for sure whether or not shiro is thinking along similar lines. maybe he is, considering they were talking about anal together earlier, but the thought only makes the squirmy feeling in keith's stomach bloom and curl his toes. a little guiltily, keith hastily clears his throat and half mumbles into the pillow. ]
The point is that I'm sharing the cot with you. [ implied: so why would i want to forget? face warming for the umpteenth time, keith holds his breath for two beats, then releases it slowly. ] ... I like it.
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he couldn't say for sure whether or not shiro is thinking along similar lines. maybe he is, considering they were talking about anal together earlier, but the thought only makes the squirmy feeling in keith's stomach bloom and curl his toes. a little guiltily, keith hastily clears his throat and half mumbles into the pillow. ]
The point is that I'm sharing the cot with you. [ implied: so why would i want to forget? face warming for the umpteenth time, keith holds his breath for two beats, then releases it slowly. ] ... I like it.