[ it still takes time for keith to agree. the first thing he manages to say isn’t even that, though the answer is clear in the earnestness of his voice. shiro breathes out his relief, still a touch anxious from laying everything out to be picked apart and analyzed, but the more time passes, the easier it is to focus on keith’s face and every hint of hopefulness in his expression. shiro quirks a smile, one that pulls harder to one side, and then he gives their joined hands another, little shake, swinging them almost playfully. ]
That was the initial plan.
[ still… is…? somewhat. he doesn’t know. there are certain things on his sentence sheet that he’s uncertain he wants to expose keith to, at least in association with him. multiple penetration, dogging, paddling, leashes, prostitution… – they can probably figure out a way to get around some of those, but just the idea of bringing them up to keith, to then have to discuss how to make it work for them, seems almost more damaging than finding some random inmate for a night.
or anonymous.
how does anonymous factor into all of this? is he saying goodbye to anonymous now that he has keith? guilt plagues him in the way he hesitates on giving himself an answer. is it considered cheating if he occasionally meets with anonymous, even though they both know they can’t maintain exclusivity here? is it cheating if anonymous may very well be –
no. anonymous and keith are not one in the same.
pushing the thought off for now, shiro weakens the sway of their hands and ends with a brushing of his thumb across keith’s, smile softer, more apologetic. ]
I… [ already trailing off; he clears his throat, face ducking slightly. ] Frankly, I don’t know how this is going to work. I’m flying blind here, too. [ he wants it to work, though. they’ll figure it out and navigate the bumps, just as they always do. ] I just want you to know that I care about you and that… maybe, if you’re comfortable with it, we could mark off some sentences together, too.
[ a pause. he furrows his brow, hastily amending. ]
Or not even sentences. That makes it sound like an obligation. Which, with you, it’s not.
no subject
That was the initial plan.
[ still… is…? somewhat. he doesn’t know. there are certain things on his sentence sheet that he’s uncertain he wants to expose keith to, at least in association with him. multiple penetration, dogging, paddling, leashes, prostitution… – they can probably figure out a way to get around some of those, but just the idea of bringing them up to keith, to then have to discuss how to make it work for them, seems almost more damaging than finding some random inmate for a night.
or anonymous.
how does anonymous factor into all of this? is he saying goodbye to anonymous now that he has keith? guilt plagues him in the way he hesitates on giving himself an answer. is it considered cheating if he occasionally meets with anonymous, even though they both know they can’t maintain exclusivity here? is it cheating if anonymous may very well be –
no. anonymous and keith are not one in the same.
pushing the thought off for now, shiro weakens the sway of their hands and ends with a brushing of his thumb across keith’s, smile softer, more apologetic. ]
I… [ already trailing off; he clears his throat, face ducking slightly. ] Frankly, I don’t know how this is going to work. I’m flying blind here, too. [ he wants it to work, though. they’ll figure it out and navigate the bumps, just as they always do. ] I just want you to know that I care about you and that… maybe, if you’re comfortable with it, we could mark off some sentences together, too.
[ a pause. he furrows his brow, hastily amending. ]
Or not even sentences. That makes it sound like an obligation. Which, with you, it’s not.