[ the thought dies mid-sentence. going down the list of everyone keith has ever been intimate with, keith can safely say that he's never consciously beem with shiro in any capacity other than that deeply awkward time following his punishment with the sexbots.
putting aside that labelling that as "being together" in the first place is suspect, that can't possibly be what shiro's referencing here, right? so what does that leave? unconsciously being with shiro? there are certainly enough drugs going around prison that this could easily be facilitated with a fucked up concoction of hypnotic and anesthetic, but if shiro knew about that then this wouldn't be the time to bring that up, right?
hell. to think less than a minute ago, keith was here braced for some reveal about space stds. is this better or worse? still getting an eyeful of judgment, keith looks away -- rethinking this whole thing.
there aren't too many guys he's been with. in fact, it's down to just lance and anon. shiro is obviously not lance which leaves ... the absurd implication that anon is shiro. it's so ridiculous, in fact, that keith winds up looking at shiro again, brow wrinkled up with confusion and judgment.
this is shiro. his best friend. his best friend who can't possibly be into choking guys with his dick at the library or fucking them through holes in doors and especially isn't into sleeping with aliens. okay, admittedly keith has little to no insight into shiro's private sex life, but still. the guy that had wanted to take things slowly to make sure things felt right between them can't possibly be so impatient and horny that he'll literally bang a door off its hinges to sink a dick in an extra half inch, right?
rimming. metal arm. large cock. pale skin. strong physique. that time he thought he might've heard his name, but was way too out of it to be sure.
the counter evidence lines up shot after shot, as keith's staring takes a distinct dive south to take a hard look at shiro's cock. identifying anyone by their dick seems like some fucked up porny scooby doo bullshit, but that doesn't stop keith from squinting at the head and girth like he's doing some rudimentary volumetric analysis of how it might fit in his mouth.
he looks up again, and this time his face isn't flushed with embarrassment. rather, his voice has gotten thick with incredulity. ]
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putting aside that labelling that as "being together" in the first place is suspect, that can't possibly be what shiro's referencing here, right? so what does that leave? unconsciously being with shiro? there are certainly enough drugs going around prison that this could easily be facilitated with a fucked up concoction of hypnotic and anesthetic, but if shiro knew about that then this wouldn't be the time to bring that up, right?
hell. to think less than a minute ago, keith was here braced for some reveal about space stds. is this better or worse? still getting an eyeful of judgment, keith looks away -- rethinking this whole thing.
there aren't too many guys he's been with. in fact, it's down to just lance and anon. shiro is obviously not lance which leaves ... the absurd implication that anon is shiro. it's so ridiculous, in fact, that keith winds up looking at shiro again, brow wrinkled up with confusion and judgment.
this is shiro. his best friend. his best friend who can't possibly be into choking guys with his dick at the library or fucking them through holes in doors and especially isn't into sleeping with aliens. okay, admittedly keith has little to no insight into shiro's private sex life, but still. the guy that had wanted to take things slowly to make sure things felt right between them can't possibly be so impatient and horny that he'll literally bang a door off its hinges to sink a dick in an extra half inch, right?
rimming. metal arm. large cock. pale skin. strong physique. that time he thought he might've heard his name, but was way too out of it to be sure.
the counter evidence lines up shot after shot, as keith's staring takes a distinct dive south to take a hard look at shiro's cock. identifying anyone by their dick seems like some fucked up porny scooby doo bullshit, but that doesn't stop keith from squinting at the head and girth like he's doing some rudimentary volumetric analysis of how it might fit in his mouth.
he looks up again, and this time his face isn't flushed with embarrassment. rather, his voice has gotten thick with incredulity. ]
... Are you saying what I think you're saying?
[ is this entrapment? is he being pranked? ]