[ his lap is a mess. he helps keith through the roll and resettle, ending with the idle thought that, yes, now he has keith’s cum and his own cum mixing together, making the whole of his thighs even stickier. it isn’t an unpleasant thought; quite the opposite. still thrumming warm and tingly from his orgasm, shiro is nothing other than smiles as he stares down at keith, from his heaving chest up to his changed eyes. those fangs, too. is it strange that he finds them cute? in another situation, perhaps the effect would be entirely different, but here, now, with keith panting in the aftermath, voice ruined and lips a touch glossy, those tiny, sharpened tips make the rest of keith’s pointed chin and angled face all the more soft in comparison.
he’s cute. he’s always been cute. and shiro’s spent so long trying to ignore that fact. not anymore, though. now they’re boyfriends and shiro can tell keith just how cute, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning he is. and perhaps he should do it much more often, because keith’s words take another direction and with them, shiro’s heated playfulness goes silent. seems they’re skipping over the pillowtalk and heading straight for a minefield. the thought isn’t unkind; it’s simple awareness. this is an echo of a conversation they’ve had before, when keith was deep purple with extra appendenses. shiro isn’t foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. keith’s heritage is going to be a point of concern for many conversations to come, to which shiro doesn’t mind. he only wishes he were more efficient in bettering keith’s self-image.
so of course he isn’t going to agree to that. weird. in truth, yes, it’s weird because it’s different and it’s unexpected, but any explanation coming after an agreement would, he predicts, fall on deaf ears. instead, he gently corrects with a: ]
Unique. [ that’s the word keith is looking for here. taking one of keith’s hands in his then, shiro offers a patient smile. ] I think it’s unique.
[ which is not untrue. keith is unique. he’s a rarity in the universe and not simply due to his set of genes. ]
I’ll admit… I was a little concerned there for a tick. [ he concedes purely to give everything else he says more weight. ] But there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re exactly as you’re meant to be. [ his face softens, gaze utterly warm as he brushes bangs aside with his free hand. ] And I’m a big, big fan of who you are, Keith.
i want you to know, that every time i go to walmart now, i think of this "cultural difference"
he’s cute. he’s always been cute. and shiro’s spent so long trying to ignore that fact. not anymore, though. now they’re boyfriends and shiro can tell keith just how cute, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning he is. and perhaps he should do it much more often, because keith’s words take another direction and with them, shiro’s heated playfulness goes silent. seems they’re skipping over the pillowtalk and heading straight for a minefield. the thought isn’t unkind; it’s simple awareness. this is an echo of a conversation they’ve had before, when keith was deep purple with extra appendenses. shiro isn’t foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. keith’s heritage is going to be a point of concern for many conversations to come, to which shiro doesn’t mind. he only wishes he were more efficient in bettering keith’s self-image.
so of course he isn’t going to agree to that. weird. in truth, yes, it’s weird because it’s different and it’s unexpected, but any explanation coming after an agreement would, he predicts, fall on deaf ears. instead, he gently corrects with a: ]
Unique. [ that’s the word keith is looking for here. taking one of keith’s hands in his then, shiro offers a patient smile. ] I think it’s unique.
[ which is not untrue. keith is unique. he’s a rarity in the universe and not simply due to his set of genes. ]
I’ll admit… I was a little concerned there for a tick. [ he concedes purely to give everything else he says more weight. ] But there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re exactly as you’re meant to be. [ his face softens, gaze utterly warm as he brushes bangs aside with his free hand. ] And I’m a big, big fan of who you are, Keith.