[ oh. oops. his bad? honestly, whatever embarrassment shiro might’ve felt for misinterpreting keith’s offer isn’t setting in, purely due to him having a lapful of a gorgeous boy. said gorgeous boy is also pushing on his shoulder in a surprising pin to the couch. clearly, keith isn’t all that torn up about the mistake either. so he mirrors keith’s grin, albeit less victorious -- ?? -- than keith’s, and grips one hand at keith’s waist, the other -- galran -- lying on his thigh. it’s right around then that he realizes that these next few minutes will be very trying.
who the hell eats an eclair like that? no one. at least, no one without an ulterior motive. suspicion has little room to grow though and shiro plays right into the trap with his big, eager eyes. part mesmerized, he watches keith tongue at the pastry and -- hell, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. shiro should be embarrassed with how his hand paws at keith’s thigh and how his gaze remains transfixed on keith’s mouth. but he’s not. he’s so far from embarrassed, because keith says little taste and shiro takes that as a go.
he bypasses the eclair, of course. there’s something far more scrumptious in front of him and he snatches that taste by licking the bit of cream at his upper lip. there’s more cream but he thinks little taste and has enough restraint left to play by keith’s rules. still, there’s nothing that says that will hold out, especially with how want has made his voice go off-pitch and breathy. ]
i hate that shiro will have eclair boners now.
who the hell eats an eclair like that? no one. at least, no one without an ulterior motive. suspicion has little room to grow though and shiro plays right into the trap with his big, eager eyes. part mesmerized, he watches keith tongue at the pastry and -- hell, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. shiro should be embarrassed with how his hand paws at keith’s thigh and how his gaze remains transfixed on keith’s mouth. but he’s not. he’s so far from embarrassed, because keith says little taste and shiro takes that as a go.
he bypasses the eclair, of course. there’s something far more scrumptious in front of him and he snatches that taste by licking the bit of cream at his upper lip. there’s more cream but he thinks little taste and has enough restraint left to play by keith’s rules. still, there’s nothing that says that will hold out, especially with how want has made his voice go off-pitch and breathy. ]
Much better than the one I had earlier.