[ the spirit of that is something that easily gets keith to laugh. how can he not appreciate when shiro gets a pinch defiant when told to be a patient boy? but it's true. they've both been patient -- or perhaps more specifically, shiro has been patient. keith has been oscillating between want and worry.
intimacy with shiro is both a tantalizing prospect and a daunting one. for starters, shiro may have seen him naked before, aroused even, but not in a way that would lead to questions about his cock. since being in prison, he knows from experience that most don't bother to question it beyond a few curious glances, but frankly shiro's opinion actually matters. compound that with keith's own stubborn refusal to deal with sexuality in a healthy manner and there's so much that could go wrong.
it won't go wrong is what keith automatically tells himself, but with the button of his pants now open , he misses his cue to banter after he laughs. the silence is brief but awkward as keith turns a little shy in shiro's lap. should he be telling shiro about his dick? he's wondered before, but mentally aborted the train of thought when descriptors like bumpy sounded far too fucking awful to manifest into reality. unsurprisingly, having his boyfriend's hand ready to undress him does not provide a jolt of poetic inspiration. he clears his throat. ]
Yeah?
[ fuck. tongue tied, keith tries to distract from that by dragging his hand down low to the hem of shiro's shirt. another beat, the he flips up the fabric to rest his palm flat on abs. it's not the first time he's touched shiro this way, but there's a distinctly exploratory quality to his touch. almost contemplative really before keith brings his other hand down and starts to lift the hem of the shirt up to start pulling the shirt up and over shiro's head. ]
That mean I get to do whatever I want?
[ within reason, of course, but the question is more tease than serious. ]
... I'M SAD ._.
intimacy with shiro is both a tantalizing prospect and a daunting one. for starters, shiro may have seen him naked before, aroused even, but not in a way that would lead to questions about his cock. since being in prison, he knows from experience that most don't bother to question it beyond a few curious glances, but frankly shiro's opinion actually matters. compound that with keith's own stubborn refusal to deal with sexuality in a healthy manner and there's so much that could go wrong.
it won't go wrong is what keith automatically tells himself, but with the button of his pants now open , he misses his cue to banter after he laughs. the silence is brief but awkward as keith turns a little shy in shiro's lap. should he be telling shiro about his dick? he's wondered before, but mentally aborted the train of thought when descriptors like bumpy sounded far too fucking awful to manifest into reality. unsurprisingly, having his boyfriend's hand ready to undress him does not provide a jolt of poetic inspiration. he clears his throat. ]
Yeah?
[ fuck. tongue tied, keith tries to distract from that by dragging his hand down low to the hem of shiro's shirt. another beat, the he flips up the fabric to rest his palm flat on abs. it's not the first time he's touched shiro this way, but there's a distinctly exploratory quality to his touch. almost contemplative really before keith brings his other hand down and starts to lift the hem of the shirt up to start pulling the shirt up and over shiro's head. ]
That mean I get to do whatever I want?
[ within reason, of course, but the question is more tease than serious. ]