[ shiro stops and keith tries not to groan. it's hard having the conversation about his self perception and seemingly mismatched preferences with himself, let alone another person -- even if that person is shiro.. this isn't supposed to be an ordeal, except the careful sweep of his hair and the gentle concern on shiro's face make his heart trip before skipping beats. ]

I know, I know... [ chagrined, keith sucks in a deep breath before dragging his hand down and away to force a no nonsense air. ] It feels good when your prostate's getting all banged up.

[ resisting the urge to fold his arms, keith sighs audibly, breath ruffling his hair. ]

I don't know, Shiro. I just never pictured myself being... okay with, you know. [ voice dropping a few decibels lower: ] Bending over? Letting someone else take charge? I mean, I like it? ... But it kinda feels wrong to want it, I guess. It's not... I dunno, leaderly.

[ you know. the thing shiro wanted keith to be. keith grimaces, more embarrassed than anything else and tries for a self deprecating laugh. ]

ANd I don't want it with anyone I don't trust. But I trust you, so....

[ so. <.small>]