[ the break in their building banter is obvious. keith goes shy as the laughter fades and shiro holds his breath a few beats longer than what feels natural. too much? should he have waited? perhaps he really should have heeded his defining proverb. so his hand doesn’t immediately drop to the zipper once the button is through the loop. it’s not even that long of a pause, but the following yeah doesn’t restore his confidence, either. what does is keith touching him back. shiro’s belly trembles through a beat as he expels breath and falls into a more familiar rhythm. confidence builds and shiro is nothing but cooperative as he lifts his arms as required.
he’s better about his body these days. sure, some days he refuses to catch even a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirrors in the locker rooms, while others he spends too much time surveying every patch of knitted skin, but overall, he’s lost the luxury of being self-conscious about what others think of him. even then, it’s not so much other people that shiro cares about. the only opinion that matters anymore is whether or not keith finds him attractive. acceptable. and he does. he’s seen the worst of his body on display and still wants to try this thing between them, so he shouldn't be nervous or doubtful.
it’s a reassuring thought that shiro mostly believes and one that carries him through the moments of the shirt being worked up and pulled off. bare, there’s a rush of vulnerability that has shiro tensing, but it’s a brief, nothing thing. one full breath and he smiles on the exhale, voice playful for the quip back. ]
Or have whatever you want done to you.
[ keith will be getting a brief ride here because shiro’s thighs start moving in small, slight jerks. he’s taking off his shoes. one foot digs into the heel of the other shoe, working it off, before repeating the action to the other. throughout, shiro holds onto keith’s hips with one hand, the other still at his fly, fingering the button. ]
For example… [ shoes dealt with, he stills his legs once more. the whole thing only seems to brighten his mood and so, his voice remains light and teasing, all said through an ever widening grin. ] I could suck you off. All you have to do is say the word.
shhhh let's not think of bitchface and huey in the bad au...
he’s better about his body these days. sure, some days he refuses to catch even a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirrors in the locker rooms, while others he spends too much time surveying every patch of knitted skin, but overall, he’s lost the luxury of being self-conscious about what others think of him. even then, it’s not so much other people that shiro cares about. the only opinion that matters anymore is whether or not keith finds him attractive. acceptable. and he does. he’s seen the worst of his body on display and still wants to try this thing between them, so he shouldn't be nervous or doubtful.
it’s a reassuring thought that shiro mostly believes and one that carries him through the moments of the shirt being worked up and pulled off. bare, there’s a rush of vulnerability that has shiro tensing, but it’s a brief, nothing thing. one full breath and he smiles on the exhale, voice playful for the quip back. ]
Or have whatever you want done to you.
[ keith will be getting a brief ride here because shiro’s thighs start moving in small, slight jerks. he’s taking off his shoes. one foot digs into the heel of the other shoe, working it off, before repeating the action to the other. throughout, shiro holds onto keith’s hips with one hand, the other still at his fly, fingering the button. ]
For example… [ shoes dealt with, he stills his legs once more. the whole thing only seems to brighten his mood and so, his voice remains light and teasing, all said through an ever widening grin. ] I could suck you off. All you have to do is say the word.