[ is he self-conscious? it’s difficult to tell because keith does have a good poker-face when he puts all his effort into maintaining it. the pause is too long, however, and the redness of his face continues to be telling. it makes shiro think about the conversation on their way back to the cube. it’s not just the scandalized surprise surrounding the revelation that shiro enjoys putting his mouth there, is it? perhaps, it’s also that, even now, keith has difficulty accepting the notion of laying back, taking and enjoying what is freely given to him.
shiro’s still very much determined to break keith of that. pleasure is good. pleasure is great. it’s okay to enjoy pleasure in whatever way it’s given, even if keith’s level of participation boils down to spreading his legs. shiro wants to pamper him with pleasure, so really, he’s being a generous lover by allowing shiro all the means to to do just that.
almost all the means. seems keith is determined to deny shiro access to his ass. still a touch high from his orgasm, which makes everything floatier and warm and light, shiro would pout in a ridiculously playful manner if keith wasn’t crawling into his lap a second later. and cupping his face two seconds later. and nudging him backwards at three seconds later…
with his legs still off the edge of the bed, shiro engages his abdominals and slowly reclines, arms looping around keith to hold him through the movement. even as his back settles into the bedding, shiro keeps his arms around his boy. throughout, he watches keith’s face, to his eyes to his lips forming these words that give shiro the slightest sense of anxiety. it sounds like a set-up. i trust you but. there has to be a but, right? because everything he’s saying is… obvious. a given? perhaps that’s egotistical or overconfident or whatever of shiro to think as much, but shiro’s worked hard for that trust. he knows he has it.
just as keith has his. he knows that, doesn’t he? he should.
however, no but comes. keith has their foreheads pressed together and ends his words with a question. he blinks through a beat of surprise and then, abruptly, finds relief laced with humor. no big reveal, no grand twist… just the obvious stated by a sweet boy. ]
Okay.
[ he snags himself a second kiss, smiling through it. special, he calls it. even that is a given. they’re doing this because they want to, not necessarily to mark off sentences. they should though, huh. they could have their sheets done in a matter of days if they reviewed them together and made a plan. that’s the obvious solution to getting out of here… but shiro has yet to bring it up. why is that? ]
This is special for me, too. [ that’s why. it isn’t productive to become attached in this environment, but he’s gone and done that anyway. he ignores that inner, judgmental voice, instead focusing on keith. the walls are currently down, so the honesty comes easier and quicker, shiro not falling into his usual trap of self-editing. ] I fought this for a long time because I thought… well, because you are special and I wanted to protect what we had. But being with you… everything seems better when we’re together, like the universe finally makes sense.
just everything about the main list is perfection
shiro’s still very much determined to break keith of that. pleasure is good. pleasure is great. it’s okay to enjoy pleasure in whatever way it’s given, even if keith’s level of participation boils down to spreading his legs. shiro wants to pamper him with pleasure, so really, he’s being a generous lover by allowing shiro all the means to to do just that.
almost all the means. seems keith is determined to deny shiro access to his ass. still a touch high from his orgasm, which makes everything floatier and warm and light, shiro would pout in a ridiculously playful manner if keith wasn’t crawling into his lap a second later. and cupping his face two seconds later. and nudging him backwards at three seconds later…
with his legs still off the edge of the bed, shiro engages his abdominals and slowly reclines, arms looping around keith to hold him through the movement. even as his back settles into the bedding, shiro keeps his arms around his boy. throughout, he watches keith’s face, to his eyes to his lips forming these words that give shiro the slightest sense of anxiety. it sounds like a set-up. i trust you but. there has to be a but, right? because everything he’s saying is… obvious. a given? perhaps that’s egotistical or overconfident or whatever of shiro to think as much, but shiro’s worked hard for that trust. he knows he has it.
just as keith has his. he knows that, doesn’t he? he should.
however, no but comes. keith has their foreheads pressed together and ends his words with a question. he blinks through a beat of surprise and then, abruptly, finds relief laced with humor. no big reveal, no grand twist… just the obvious stated by a sweet boy. ]
Okay.
[ he snags himself a second kiss, smiling through it. special, he calls it. even that is a given. they’re doing this because they want to, not necessarily to mark off sentences. they should though, huh. they could have their sheets done in a matter of days if they reviewed them together and made a plan. that’s the obvious solution to getting out of here… but shiro has yet to bring it up. why is that? ]
This is special for me, too. [ that’s why. it isn’t productive to become attached in this environment, but he’s gone and done that anyway. he ignores that inner, judgmental voice, instead focusing on keith. the walls are currently down, so the honesty comes easier and quicker, shiro not falling into his usual trap of self-editing. ] I fought this for a long time because I thought… well, because you are special and I wanted to protect what we had. But being with you… everything seems better when we’re together, like the universe finally makes sense.