[ it takes some shuffling to get through the turnstiles when he has an armful of happy cock. it’s made harder still when he has keith sounding so… off. shiro should be accustomed to this by now. every time they deviate into topics more boyfriend-esque than friendship-like, they slam face first into a hurdle of awkwardness that takes a good couple of minutes to get by. he can’t help wondering if it’ll always be like this; if there’ll always be a certain level of resistance when it comes to them being more than friends. it’s not wholly keith, either. shiro’s to blame for creating some of the awkwardness, though he is trying to push through it by speaking plainly.

perhaps too plainly if keith looks nervous and forced in his reception.

it’s a defeating thought, one that knocks shiro’s confidence down a few more pegs. he gets through the turnpike though, hefting the plush up in the loop of his arm and holding it close, semi supported on his hip. ]

It’s okay if you aren’t into that. [ rimming. he smiles as he steps close, but he doesn’t take keith’s hand. some things are easy to pick up on. a loose grip, placating squeezes, and a hastily dropped hand… – shiro will just grip his free hand to the plush as well, holding it entirely as gives a short nod forward, continuing in his stride and trusting keith to come along. ] It’s not a deal-breaker.

[ it hadn’t been with adam. he hopes this isn’t keith flat out saying no to it, but if it is, shiro likes him quite a lot more than the pastime of mouthing at ass. there is a possible problem, though. an incompatibility that he hadn’t at all considered, because keith asked him to do it months ago. he wanted shiro to fuck him. sure, he’d been high on aphro but the fact is the same: at one point, keith wanted to bottom for him. has that changed? ]

But, um… you’re surprised I’m a top? Is that… a deal-breaker?