[ the aftermath is a whole other realm of sex that keith's never explored in any meaningful way. not that this is the aftermath exactly, so much as it's what shiro called the intermission, but overall the point stands. there'd been that one tender moment between him and anon though, insofar that being held while covered in sheet counts as intimacy, but it'd ended with a kiss on his covered face and left keith brimming with guilt and longing afterwards.
considering shiro is anon, maybe it's not surprising that guilt and longing are still there as keith comes down from an afterglow. his hands never leave his boyfriend's face, eyes locked on shiro's grey ones as keith smiles, soft and warm, through the ache behind his sternum,
nice doesn't cut it as a descriptor, nor does good, really. it's such an unbelievable relief to hear that shiro considers this special, too. that even though shiro may be fucking other guys on the side that what they have together is different and meaningful, even if it's not exclusive.
but putting aside the messed up nature of being boyfriends in a place like this, keith might just fucking drown in the violent upswell of feeling that he's not supposed to be having. shiro's always been the brightest star in his universe, his anchor and guide through every battle he's fought as we;; as the reminder to never give up. on himself, on his dreams, on the universe. the moment keith had finally helped free shiro from within the prison of black's consciousness had been one of the happiest moments of his life.
and yet... keith had forgotten the cardinal rule of each of shiro's disappearances. his best friend comes back different each time, with more and more fragments chipped out of his soul. looking down down at this shiro now who looks back up at him with such adoration hurts -- painfully, irrationally and soothes all at once, like the fraying threads of their lives are being sewn back together.
this isn't how sex in the aftermath or intermission or whatever is supposed to feel.
keith mamages a sad laugh, quickly closing his eyes to press their lips back together for several long beats of chaste kissing that grows more demanding and dirty with parted lips and tongue. breathing ragged all over again, keith breaks away just enough to murmur against shiro's lips: ]
Shiro, I don't want to leave this place without you.
[ it's the fucking antithesis of what they're meant to be doing. they're meant to be checking things off, getting back to voltron. back to their own realities. the needs of the universe have always come before keith's own, but even thinking about returning to a reality where him and shiro don't still have this turns his soul to ice. ]
I know that's not the point. I just ... I want to be with you always.
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considering shiro is anon, maybe it's not surprising that guilt and longing are still there as keith comes down from an afterglow. his hands never leave his boyfriend's face, eyes locked on shiro's grey ones as keith smiles, soft and warm, through the ache behind his sternum,
nice doesn't cut it as a descriptor, nor does good, really. it's such an unbelievable relief to hear that shiro considers this special, too. that even though shiro may be fucking other guys on the side that what they have together is different and meaningful, even if it's not exclusive.
but putting aside the messed up nature of being boyfriends in a place like this, keith might just fucking drown in the violent upswell of feeling that he's not supposed to be having. shiro's always been the brightest star in his universe, his anchor and guide through every battle he's fought as we;; as the reminder to never give up. on himself, on his dreams, on the universe. the moment keith had finally helped free shiro from within the prison of black's consciousness had been one of the happiest moments of his life.
and yet... keith had forgotten the cardinal rule of each of shiro's disappearances. his best friend comes back different each time, with more and more fragments chipped out of his soul. looking down down at this shiro now who looks back up at him with such adoration hurts -- painfully, irrationally and soothes all at once, like the fraying threads of their lives are being sewn back together.
this isn't how sex in the aftermath or intermission or whatever is supposed to feel.
keith mamages a sad laugh, quickly closing his eyes to press their lips back together for several long beats of chaste kissing that grows more demanding and dirty with parted lips and tongue. breathing ragged all over again, keith breaks away just enough to murmur against shiro's lips: ]
Shiro, I don't want to leave this place without you.
[ it's the fucking antithesis of what they're meant to be doing. they're meant to be checking things off, getting back to voltron. back to their own realities. the needs of the universe have always come before keith's own, but even thinking about returning to a reality where him and shiro don't still have this turns his soul to ice. ]
I know that's not the point. I just ... I want to be with you always.