[ keith should really be desensitized to seeing shiro shirtless by now. again, they've been naked in each other's presence often enough that keith can roughly map out each scar cut into his boyfriend's body, but the knowledge isn't enough to keep his stomach from twisting up with anxious anticipation. seeing is one thing, but getting to touch is newer and each time he gets to brush fingers gently over skin, keith swears his own skin tingles in tandem.
ridculous, maybe? but with the shirt gone, keith's touch is gentle when he sets his hands on shiro's shoulders. ... and then not so much when he's jostled from beneath. keith laughs, grip tightening then loosening up in quick measur with twin coaxing squeezes. shiro really is determined to be impatient today, huh? honestly, it's kind of thrilling despite his low key concerns.
the counteroffer is what what makes keith's laughter turn shy again though, considering. anything he wants? fuck, where does he even start with that. aphro fueled experiences are best left unexamined, but that leaves him with all his times with anon. his mostly non-verbal exchanges with anon, that is. towards the end, he'd merely presented the part s of his body he wanted touched and hoped anon knew what he was getting at. anon had always been good at figuring it out, but then again it's sex not rocket science.
mercifully, shiro spares him from actually having to articulate much of anything. the offer of a blow is all but pushed into his lap and keith can't help going a little pink and doe eyed about it, stupidly virginal despite the fact that he's had his dick sucked before.
it's just .... he's never been asked explicitly. it's new and weirdly enough -- kind of hot. caught wanting to laugh at himself, keith huffs, stifles it and settles himself by squeezing shior's shoulders another time as he nods. ]
.. Open sesame? [ ... ] Wait.. That's two words.
[ flustering, keith hangs his head. ]
You know what I mean.
[ fuck. don't tell him he's already messing up this whole "sexy" thing. ]
yes this is cringetown
ridculous, maybe? but with the shirt gone, keith's touch is gentle when he sets his hands on shiro's shoulders. ... and then not so much when he's jostled from beneath. keith laughs, grip tightening then loosening up in quick measur with twin coaxing squeezes. shiro really is determined to be impatient today, huh? honestly, it's kind of thrilling despite his low key concerns.
the counteroffer is what what makes keith's laughter turn shy again though, considering. anything he wants? fuck, where does he even start with that. aphro fueled experiences are best left unexamined, but that leaves him with all his times with anon. his mostly non-verbal exchanges with anon, that is. towards the end, he'd merely presented the part s of his body he wanted touched and hoped anon knew what he was getting at. anon had always been good at figuring it out, but then again it's sex not rocket science.
mercifully, shiro spares him from actually having to articulate much of anything. the offer of a blow is all but pushed into his lap and keith can't help going a little pink and doe eyed about it, stupidly virginal despite the fact that he's had his dick sucked before.
it's just .... he's never been asked explicitly. it's new and weirdly enough -- kind of hot. caught wanting to laugh at himself, keith huffs, stifles it and settles himself by squeezing shior's shoulders another time as he nods. ]
.. Open sesame? [ ... ] Wait.. That's two words.
[ flustering, keith hangs his head. ]
You know what I mean.
[ fuck. don't tell him he's already messing up this whole "sexy" thing. ]