[ it's easy to fall prey to regret. after all, if he'd just kept his mouth shut after letting shiro know he's special, then this wouldn't be happening right now. keith is well accustomed to being a harbinger of awkwardness and a murderer of conversation, but it doesn't make the aftermath any easier to navigate.

even more so now, when his best friend and boyfriend turns to look at him with an equally dysphoric smile. perhaps that's entirely fitting. whats there to be happy about when considering the expiry date of their relationship? keith allows himself to sit in that thought for several beats as he quietly reaches to take shiro's hand in his.

thing is though, shiro's fingers are slick from their combined cum, and the knowledge makes determination flare where where melanchoyy had frozen over. ot was only moments ago that they were finally fucking each other, stripped of all pretense and stripped down to the soul. prison has taken a lot from them -- freedom, bodily autonomy, dignity. but a dwindling hope for the future isn't something keith wants to add to that fucking list of things prison has wrung out of him.

grip tightening hard on shiro's fingers, keith lets out a heavy exhale before rolling closer to catch shiro's lips in a biting kiss. ]

Shut up.

[ hardly the most appropriate response, but keith couldn't care less about the fucking script. ]

I'm not humoring you. I want you. And this place is the the only place I get to have you.

[ he pulls away to sit up. ]

I'm nervous. I don't know what this stuff m ybody makes even is or what it tastes like. I don't want you to be disgusted by it if it tastes bad. But you're gonna taste it anyway.

[ a beat. ]

Just a question of whether you get me on my knees or if I go over there and sit on your face.