[ this is going well. perhaps the better option would’ve been to take this to his grave afterall. no; he backtracks over that doubt immediately. it’s better in the long run that shiro’s upfront. they’ll get through this, shiro only needs to keep to his patience and wait it out. it’s encouraging, at least, that keith has yet to show any form of disgust or anger. shock, yes. incredulity, yes. inability to process the seemingly impossible, yes. but keith’s quickly losing sight of shiro altogether to instead turn in on himself.
he’s embarrassed. it’s an obvious thought, one that doesn’t need specific recognition, but shiro finds himself pausing on it, watching, vaguely fascinated, as keith hides in his hands. he begins to sink and sink against the headboard and it’s – huh, not funny, but considering shiro was bracing for more accusations and even keith storming out of here, the relief he feels is easily mistaken as something far lighter. thankfully, it isn’t so potent that he makes the mistake of settling into his relief with a bit of laughter. his voice does, however, take on a softer tone, alit with burgeoning confidence. ]
Hey… none of that. This isn’t the end of the world.
[ the mattress dips as shiro rearranges himself on it, putting himself against the headboard. he gathers keith and manually moves him himself to get him sitting up, where shiro is quick to loop his arm around him to hug him into his side. ]
This could even be a… uh, good thing…? [ that sure is convincing, isn’t it? he puffs out a breath, still not quite laughing, and presses a kiss to keith’s head to make up for it. ] We found our way to each other and not just that, we were good together. [ remember that talk about their insane chemistry? remember how not too long ago they’d both been nervous despite all the reassurances that they’d be compatible? he smiles, forcing a little more in hopes of coaxing keith into abandoning his hiding. ] So good. Best sex I’ve ever had.
[ … okay, maybe that’s being a touch too truthful. don’t judge him for it. ]
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he’s embarrassed. it’s an obvious thought, one that doesn’t need specific recognition, but shiro finds himself pausing on it, watching, vaguely fascinated, as keith hides in his hands. he begins to sink and sink against the headboard and it’s – huh, not funny, but considering shiro was bracing for more accusations and even keith storming out of here, the relief he feels is easily mistaken as something far lighter. thankfully, it isn’t so potent that he makes the mistake of settling into his relief with a bit of laughter. his voice does, however, take on a softer tone, alit with burgeoning confidence. ]
Hey… none of that. This isn’t the end of the world.
[ the mattress dips as shiro rearranges himself on it, putting himself against the headboard. he gathers keith and manually moves him himself to get him sitting up, where shiro is quick to loop his arm around him to hug him into his side. ]
This could even be a… uh, good thing…? [ that sure is convincing, isn’t it? he puffs out a breath, still not quite laughing, and presses a kiss to keith’s head to make up for it. ] We found our way to each other and not just that, we were good together. [ remember that talk about their insane chemistry? remember how not too long ago they’d both been nervous despite all the reassurances that they’d be compatible? he smiles, forcing a little more in hopes of coaxing keith into abandoning his hiding. ] So good. Best sex I’ve ever had.
[ … okay, maybe that’s being a touch too truthful. don’t judge him for it. ]