[ and just like that, it dawns on shiro that he’s been approaching this wrong. over and over, he’s been circling around keith’s sentence sheet. no aftercare, no kissing, no meeting of the lowest threshold when it comes to sharing one’s body with someone else. and throughout, what has shiro been doing? waiting for keith to indicate that he wants that. it’s all so backwards. the one time keith outright said what he wanted from shiro, shiro turned him down and came back too late for a reoffer. now, shiro’s motivated to right this slight against keith, but he’s stalling because keith hasn’t verbalized kiss me…?
shiro cracks his eyes open on the thought, staring through half-lidded eyes at keith’s too close face. silently, he lists off the wordless hints that he’s been too ridiculous to notice for what they are. bodies close, arms draped, feet tangled, noses brushing, space gone – there’s also a quiet i like it that taps awake his resolve. keith’s been indicating this whole time that he’s open to it, hasn't he?
yeah, he’s been looking at this all wrong. maybe keith hasn’t been properly kissed because others are as stupid and blind as shiro is. maybe they’re all hesitating too, even though keith’s done everything right by meeting them – him – halfway. more than halfway. all shiro has to do is tilt his face a few slivers closer and there, done, someone will have finally given keith the small token of affection that he deserves.
thinking it is one thing, doing it is another. he’s motivated though. even a little chastised. if no one else is going to take care of keith, then shiro will. it’s easier when it’s framed like that and so, the honesty keeps, a few seconds delayed – ]
I like it too.
[ – being breathed between them. confidence builds and he follows through by arcing across the pillow to press his lips to keith’s. one – he holds his breath. two – he forgets to close his eyes. three – his arm tightens around keith, even while his mouth remains butterfly light. onto the fourth beat and he eases off the gentle pressure, only then closing his eyes as he settles back on the pillow. if there’s a cue here to talk about what he just did, shiro misses it and instead only murmurs a soft: ]
the icon is a lie
shiro cracks his eyes open on the thought, staring through half-lidded eyes at keith’s too close face. silently, he lists off the wordless hints that he’s been too ridiculous to notice for what they are. bodies close, arms draped, feet tangled, noses brushing, space gone – there’s also a quiet i like it that taps awake his resolve. keith’s been indicating this whole time that he’s open to it, hasn't he?
yeah, he’s been looking at this all wrong. maybe keith hasn’t been properly kissed because others are as stupid and blind as shiro is. maybe they’re all hesitating too, even though keith’s done everything right by meeting them – him – halfway. more than halfway. all shiro has to do is tilt his face a few slivers closer and there, done, someone will have finally given keith the small token of affection that he deserves.
thinking it is one thing, doing it is another. he’s motivated though. even a little chastised. if no one else is going to take care of keith, then shiro will. it’s easier when it’s framed like that and so, the honesty keeps, a few seconds delayed – ]
I like it too.
[ – being breathed between them. confidence builds and he follows through by arcing across the pillow to press his lips to keith’s. one – he holds his breath. two – he forgets to close his eyes. three – his arm tightens around keith, even while his mouth remains butterfly light. onto the fourth beat and he eases off the gentle pressure, only then closing his eyes as he settles back on the pillow. if there’s a cue here to talk about what he just did, shiro misses it and instead only murmurs a soft: ]
Goodnight, Keith. Sweet dreams.