[ he should be stepping in. keith’s still got that knee-jerk franticness to his voice and while, yes, he’s fully capable of handling himself, he also doesn’t need to… because shiro’s here. sort of. he’s a little slow, too, it seems. they’re surrounded by holes and sucking mouths, and yet, this is the part he finds abnormal: keith being hit on. now that it’s happening, right in front of him no less, shiro has to wonder if this happens often. they’re prisoners in a facility specifically geared toward illicit activities and for how little effort keith puts into his appearance, he’s still, basically, sex on legs. said legs are ridiculously long in proportion, holding up a frame that’s strong, yet lean. and then there’s the face, with his sharp angles and intense eyes, framed with unruly hair that keeps shiro constantly wavering between two fantasies of either gently smoothing his bangs from those pretty irises or curling his fingers tight for a wanting yank.
he needs to step it. the moments have piled up, however, and his delay is what earns him a plush being shoved into his arms not even a millisecond after his muscles tense in his legs. he never takes that intended step and instead, is made to watch, then follow, as keith takes up lead. now, he wouldn’t say he’s pleased by the scene keith made…
who is he kidding, of course he’s pleased. realistically, shiro never felt threatened by someone with dirty knees and a dirty mouth, desperately trying to steal keith away but it’s… invigorating to be chosen. their boyfriend status is new and it’s exciting, how confident keith sounded in saying, essentially, shiro is his and he’s shiro’s, too. now shiro’s the one clutching at the oversized plush and trying to muscle down a moony expression that has no business being on his face in a dimly lit, overstuffed room of amateur exhibitionists.
busy trying to school his features, shiro doesn’t say anything in the handful of seconds it takes to reach the door. that’s sobering in itself and pausing before it, shiro manages to uncurl his smile. ]
Is it… [ locked? impenetrable? he brushes by keith and turns his body, shoving his hip to the push bar. he’s fully expecting to meet resistance, but the door gives and he almost stumbles over his own feet as it swings outward. still holding keith’s hand, shiro gives it a squeeze and now he’s the one back in the lead as he pushes the door wider with his foot and pulls keith outside. it’s technically not the exit. they can continue to another section by going to the left, one that seemingly heads toward an upstairs. there’s a ramp leading down to the carnival grounds, however; guess some people only want to visit the gloryhole room before tapping out. ]
I take back my earlier comment. [ he starts leading keith down the ramp, more than happy to put this place behind them. ] Fun Houses aren’t so fun.
[ an almost laugh that doesn’t hold any genuine humor and then, after a pause, a gentler, more careful: ]
this isn't breaskfast porn sadly. it's more like brunch porn.
he needs to step it. the moments have piled up, however, and his delay is what earns him a plush being shoved into his arms not even a millisecond after his muscles tense in his legs. he never takes that intended step and instead, is made to watch, then follow, as keith takes up lead. now, he wouldn’t say he’s pleased by the scene keith made…
who is he kidding, of course he’s pleased. realistically, shiro never felt threatened by someone with dirty knees and a dirty mouth, desperately trying to steal keith away but it’s… invigorating to be chosen. their boyfriend status is new and it’s exciting, how confident keith sounded in saying, essentially, shiro is his and he’s shiro’s, too. now shiro’s the one clutching at the oversized plush and trying to muscle down a moony expression that has no business being on his face in a dimly lit, overstuffed room of amateur exhibitionists.
busy trying to school his features, shiro doesn’t say anything in the handful of seconds it takes to reach the door. that’s sobering in itself and pausing before it, shiro manages to uncurl his smile. ]
Is it… [ locked? impenetrable? he brushes by keith and turns his body, shoving his hip to the push bar. he’s fully expecting to meet resistance, but the door gives and he almost stumbles over his own feet as it swings outward. still holding keith’s hand, shiro gives it a squeeze and now he’s the one back in the lead as he pushes the door wider with his foot and pulls keith outside. it’s technically not the exit. they can continue to another section by going to the left, one that seemingly heads toward an upstairs. there’s a ramp leading down to the carnival grounds, however; guess some people only want to visit the gloryhole room before tapping out. ]
I take back my earlier comment. [ he starts leading keith down the ramp, more than happy to put this place behind them. ] Fun Houses aren’t so fun.
[ an almost laugh that doesn’t hold any genuine humor and then, after a pause, a gentler, more careful: ]
You okay?