[ so – he’s nabbing one of keith’s firsts afterall. shiro doesn’t know how he ought to feel about that. bothered, maybe, similarly to how he’s been fixated on certain unchecked sentences since he got here. this being a first time means everything keith’s done hasn’t ended with the cliche tangled up in an affectionate embrace, falling asleep together. it’s not necessarily a bad thing. sex doesn’t have to follow certain rules. it’s just – it has shiro picturing a disheveled keith, pulling himself together and getting out, before the sweat has even dried.
bad move. he shouldn’t be picturing keith disheveled or sex flushed or anything when their bodies are pressed in close. certainly not when keith’s nose is brushing his again, his small puffs of breath fanning the minimal space between them. shiro’s lips part on the next breath and pull in air, thinking of how it’s shared and if he really focuses, maybe there’s a hint of taste –
he squeezes his eyes a little more forcibly closed, huffing to expel that shared breath. this isn’t shiro’s first time by any means, but it’s been a long time since he last did this. here, he’s upsetting himself over the thought of keith stumbling away after relations and yet, that’s all shiro’s done too since arriving here. god, he’s clearly more starved for soft, sleepy affections than he would have ever dared to think. ]
A little. [ but yes, nice. he laughs to cover up the direction of his thoughts, eyes still closed and fingers ending their caress. ] Go to sleep, Keith. Dream of a bigger bed. You’ll forget all about me being here… hogging all the space.
[ marginally emboldened, keith drapes his arm around shiro a little more definitively and likewise closes his eyes. it doesn't make the flutter in his chest any less potent to do so when all closing his eyes does is accentuate his awareness of all the places they're touching and each breath that fans across his face, but seeing nothing at least dampens some of the jitters from their faces being so close. he doesn't know what to call or how to label what it is that they're doing together like this, but try as keith did to ignore all media based social conditioning back home, he's not oblivious to the trope of goodnight kisses. or kissing in general really.
he couldn't say for sure whether or not shiro is thinking along similar lines. maybe he is, considering they were talking about anal together earlier, but the thought only makes the squirmy feeling in keith's stomach bloom and curl his toes. a little guiltily, keith hastily clears his throat and half mumbles into the pillow. ]
The point is that I'm sharing the cot with you. [ implied: so why would i want to forget? face warming for the umpteenth time, keith holds his breath for two beats, then releases it slowly. ] ... I like it.
[ and just like that, it dawns on shiro that he’s been approaching this wrong. over and over, he’s been circling around keith’s sentence sheet. no aftercare, no kissing, no meeting of the lowest threshold when it comes to sharing one’s body with someone else. and throughout, what has shiro been doing? waiting for keith to indicate that he wants that. it’s all so backwards. the one time keith outright said what he wanted from shiro, shiro turned him down and came back too late for a reoffer. now, shiro’s motivated to right this slight against keith, but he’s stalling because keith hasn’t verbalized kiss me…?
shiro cracks his eyes open on the thought, staring through half-lidded eyes at keith’s too close face. silently, he lists off the wordless hints that he’s been too ridiculous to notice for what they are. bodies close, arms draped, feet tangled, noses brushing, space gone – there’s also a quiet i like it that taps awake his resolve. keith’s been indicating this whole time that he’s open to it, hasn't he?
yeah, he’s been looking at this all wrong. maybe keith hasn’t been properly kissed because others are as stupid and blind as shiro is. maybe they’re all hesitating too, even though keith’s done everything right by meeting them – him – halfway. more than halfway. all shiro has to do is tilt his face a few slivers closer and there, done, someone will have finally given keith the small token of affection that he deserves.
thinking it is one thing, doing it is another. he’s motivated though. even a little chastised. if no one else is going to take care of keith, then shiro will. it’s easier when it’s framed like that and so, the honesty keeps, a few seconds delayed – ]
I like it too.
[ – being breathed between them. confidence builds and he follows through by arcing across the pillow to press his lips to keith’s. one – he holds his breath. two – he forgets to close his eyes. three – his arm tightens around keith, even while his mouth remains butterfly light. onto the fourth beat and he eases off the gentle pressure, only then closing his eyes as he settles back on the pillow. if there’s a cue here to talk about what he just did, shiro misses it and instead only murmurs a soft: ]
[ the barely there pressure against his lips lasts for four beats, and keith wastes about half of them being confused about what exactly is happening. at first, he's convinced the added bit of contact is nothing more than the unfortunate consequence of trying to shuffle around in close proximity, but by the time he has his eyes open agai and ready to hear an apology, the feather pressure is gone and his lips tingle in the aftermath. keith stares, expectation shifting from apology to explanation, but when that doesn't come either, he's left with a ridiculous flutter in his chest that spreads to his stomach and further down to the tips of his toes.
goodnight? sweet dreams?
keith laughs without completely meaning to. part incredulous, part helpless outlet for the amplified jittery, tingling feeling, keith starts talking before he has any idea of what he actually wants to say. ]
Did you just...
[ kiss me? he trails off after hearing his own hopefulness unfiltered in voice. there aren't many ways to misinterpret four whole beats of gentle lip to lip contact, but surely if that's how shiro meant it, there would be some acknowledgement afterwards? maybe? yes? no? second guessing wildly, keith flushes and clears his throat. he isn't able to stamp out his jubilance, but his tone is a little more subdued all the same as he gently curls his fingers along the small of shiro's back. ]
I mean... sweet dreams? [ shit, why is that a question again? keith clears his throat a second time, then hastily closes his eyes before this turns into a conversation he's not entirely sure he's capable of handling right this moment. what does it even mean if friends kiss to say good night just because they can? and putting that aside, does this mean shiro thinks kissing feels right? warmth buzzing pleasantly under shiro's hands, keith tucks himself in just a little closer, ducking his head to rest under his best firend's chin. ]
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bad move. he shouldn’t be picturing keith disheveled or sex flushed or anything when their bodies are pressed in close. certainly not when keith’s nose is brushing his again, his small puffs of breath fanning the minimal space between them. shiro’s lips part on the next breath and pull in air, thinking of how it’s shared and if he really focuses, maybe there’s a hint of taste –
he squeezes his eyes a little more forcibly closed, huffing to expel that shared breath. this isn’t shiro’s first time by any means, but it’s been a long time since he last did this. here, he’s upsetting himself over the thought of keith stumbling away after relations and yet, that’s all shiro’s done too since arriving here. god, he’s clearly more starved for soft, sleepy affections than he would have ever dared to think. ]
A little. [ but yes, nice. he laughs to cover up the direction of his thoughts, eyes still closed and fingers ending their caress. ] Go to sleep, Keith. Dream of a bigger bed. You’ll forget all about me being here… hogging all the space.
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he couldn't say for sure whether or not shiro is thinking along similar lines. maybe he is, considering they were talking about anal together earlier, but the thought only makes the squirmy feeling in keith's stomach bloom and curl his toes. a little guiltily, keith hastily clears his throat and half mumbles into the pillow. ]
The point is that I'm sharing the cot with you. [ implied: so why would i want to forget? face warming for the umpteenth time, keith holds his breath for two beats, then releases it slowly. ] ... I like it.
the icon is a lie
shiro cracks his eyes open on the thought, staring through half-lidded eyes at keith’s too close face. silently, he lists off the wordless hints that he’s been too ridiculous to notice for what they are. bodies close, arms draped, feet tangled, noses brushing, space gone – there’s also a quiet i like it that taps awake his resolve. keith’s been indicating this whole time that he’s open to it, hasn't he?
yeah, he’s been looking at this all wrong. maybe keith hasn’t been properly kissed because others are as stupid and blind as shiro is. maybe they’re all hesitating too, even though keith’s done everything right by meeting them – him – halfway. more than halfway. all shiro has to do is tilt his face a few slivers closer and there, done, someone will have finally given keith the small token of affection that he deserves.
thinking it is one thing, doing it is another. he’s motivated though. even a little chastised. if no one else is going to take care of keith, then shiro will. it’s easier when it’s framed like that and so, the honesty keeps, a few seconds delayed – ]
I like it too.
[ – being breathed between them. confidence builds and he follows through by arcing across the pillow to press his lips to keith’s. one – he holds his breath. two – he forgets to close his eyes. three – his arm tightens around keith, even while his mouth remains butterfly light. onto the fourth beat and he eases off the gentle pressure, only then closing his eyes as he settles back on the pillow. if there’s a cue here to talk about what he just did, shiro misses it and instead only murmurs a soft: ]
Goodnight, Keith. Sweet dreams.
omg you lied to me
goodnight? sweet dreams?
keith laughs without completely meaning to. part incredulous, part helpless outlet for the amplified jittery, tingling feeling, keith starts talking before he has any idea of what he actually wants to say. ]
Did you just...
[ kiss me? he trails off after hearing his own hopefulness unfiltered in voice. there aren't many ways to misinterpret four whole beats of gentle lip to lip contact, but surely if that's how shiro meant it, there would be some acknowledgement afterwards? maybe? yes? no? second guessing wildly, keith flushes and clears his throat. he isn't able to stamp out his jubilance, but his tone is a little more subdued all the same as he gently curls his fingers along the small of shiro's back. ]
I mean... sweet dreams? [ shit, why is that a question again? keith clears his throat a second time, then hastily closes his eyes before this turns into a conversation he's not entirely sure he's capable of handling right this moment. what does it even mean if friends kiss to say good night just because they can? and putting that aside, does this mean shiro thinks kissing feels right? warmth buzzing pleasantly under shiro's hands, keith tucks himself in just a little closer, ducking his head to rest under his best firend's chin. ]
Night, Shiro.