[ having this conversation outside while they're still walking has its pros and cons. most importantly, there's less pressure surrounding the subject matter when there isn't a bed in plain sight, waiting to be used. that in itself, keith thinks is almost worth the passing glances as they move past other inmates while shiro talks about plainly.
if his face wasn't pink before, it almost certainly is now. to say that he had no intention to judge is a misrepresentation, only in that keith had assumed shiro's sexual preferences were, if not entirely squeaky clean, at least not quite as overtly filthy as mouth on ass. silly of keith, really, to assume that kind of kink was something reserved for folks who prefer to keep their identities a secret for the ages. keith never stops walking, but he swivels his face , eyes round as he stares at shiro's mouth.
really? is a risiculous question to ask in follow up. fortunately for shiro, he's spared the incredulity, but only because the rest of his assertions make keith splutter.
You....
[ heat burns up to the tips of his ears and keith hastily blinks, eyes forward again as they approach a set of turnstiles at the exit. glad to have a proper excuse to let go of shiro's hand, he clears his throat and passes through the gate.
one breath, then two and he turns to wait for shiro on the other side, shoulders tense despite a conscious attempt to stay relaxed. ]
You want me to bottom...?
[ that shouldn't come as a surprise. tall, broad and atrong -- shiro checks off every point going down the list of stereotypes for tops. hell, it barely takes any imagination to see that having shiro take charge in this capacity as well is a stunning dream. it's just.... ]
I've... [ never done that before?> no, the phrasing is wrong and yet... it isn't. keith has never bottomed for a guy with his face and identity in plain sight. as much as keith realizes there's no shame in finding pleasure in this way, it's still a guilty pleasure at best -- not something he necessarily wanted brought into the light for scrutiny. ]
I... [ fuck. where the hell is he going with all these start-stop aborted trains of thought? brow furrowing, keith lets out a deep breath, rubbing the back of his head. ] ... I guess I should have seen that coming, huh?
[ he laughs, more of a nervous huff as he forces a smile. ]
Didn't see the rimming thing coming though.
[ yes, that's a deflection. shut up and let keith have this while he scrambles to make sense of his head. it's not even that he finds rimming gross at this point -- anon's seen to that extremely thorouhgly in the end. ]
.... i can see this gif so clearly in my mind
if his face wasn't pink before, it almost certainly is now. to say that he had no intention to judge is a misrepresentation, only in that keith had assumed shiro's sexual preferences were, if not entirely squeaky clean, at least not quite as overtly filthy as mouth on ass. silly of keith, really, to assume that kind of kink was something reserved for folks who prefer to keep their identities a secret for the ages. keith never stops walking, but he swivels his face , eyes round as he stares at shiro's mouth.
really? is a risiculous question to ask in follow up. fortunately for shiro, he's spared the incredulity, but only because the rest of his assertions make keith splutter.
You....
[ heat burns up to the tips of his ears and keith hastily blinks, eyes forward again as they approach a set of turnstiles at the exit. glad to have a proper excuse to let go of shiro's hand, he clears his throat and passes through the gate.
one breath, then two and he turns to wait for shiro on the other side, shoulders tense despite a conscious attempt to stay relaxed. ]
You want me to bottom...?
[ that shouldn't come as a surprise. tall, broad and atrong -- shiro checks off every point going down the list of stereotypes for tops. hell, it barely takes any imagination to see that having shiro take charge in this capacity as well is a stunning dream. it's just.... ]
I've... [ never done that before?> no, the phrasing is wrong and yet... it isn't. keith has never bottomed for a guy with his face and identity in plain sight. as much as keith realizes there's no shame in finding pleasure in this way, it's still a guilty pleasure at best -- not something he necessarily wanted brought into the light for scrutiny. ]
I... [ fuck. where the hell is he going with all these start-stop aborted trains of thought? brow furrowing, keith lets out a deep breath, rubbing the back of his head. ] ... I guess I should have seen that coming, huh?
[ he laughs, more of a nervous huff as he forces a smile. ]
Didn't see the rimming thing coming though.
[ yes, that's a deflection. shut up and let keith have this while he scrambles to make sense of his head. it's not even that he finds rimming gross at this point -- anon's seen to that extremely thorouhgly in the end. ]