[ he’s squeezing his hand now; that’s encouraging. it feels like progress, like they won’t, once again, be derailed from giving their physical chemistry a proper shot. of course, just because keith stresses that he isn’t seriously worried, doesn’t mean that’s wholly true. the fact that keith follows it up by asking for cliffnotes on shiro’s expectations in bed puts a crack in shiro’s renewed confidence. boyfriends talk about this sort of thing, he reminds himself. it just feels like a last ditch effort, asked with minutes to go and out in the open for anyone to hear.

actually, given the location, this is an entirely appropriate conversation to be having in public. he laughs unintentionally at that, head turning to give keith a brief glance. ]

Where do I even start with a question like that?

[ good-humored, it’s more teasing than anything else. he only means… it’s generalized enough that he doesn’t know what direction to take. it’s restrictive, only in that it’s too open-ended, so he ends up tripping over his own thoughts trying to organize them into an answer. there is, of course, also the fact that thinking about what he likes in bed has him thinking about how he doesn’t always like things in bed, that sometimes he likes unconventional places for sex. too much. he’ll start with the obvious. ]

I like pleasing my partner, there’s that. [ he always pegged himself as a service top. adam was… directive, and shiro had no qualms about following through with whatever his then fiance wanted from him. the list hadn’t been all that extensive, unfortunately; he's hoping keith is more agreeable to indulging shiro. ]

So I guess you can say I like foreplay. Handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, fingering… I like doing a little of everything before, you know… [ now he’s being the wavering one; polite, sensible, sweet faced shiro hesitating on saying dirty words. ] – Putting my dick inside you.

[ actually, that sounds dirtier than fucking you would have. ]