[ shiro begins to realize what’s happening right around the time keith flashes the eclair’s crusty baked hole at him. from keith licking white off his finger to that same tongue lapping at a doughy center, shiro feels a twitch down low and thinks oh no. his brain should not be making this connection and yet, he’s here all the same, having a mental crisis over absolute filth.
it’s not his fault, is his immediate argument. keith is dressed in his clothing and showing off his legs, not only in the bareness of them, but in the lay of him straddling his lap. more than that, it’s keith’s mouth -- of course shiro would be love-soft and beyond eager to watch it work. an eclair though? hell, people liken an array of food items to cocks, and with the eclair being long an’ slender, it’s not that unusual, is it?
he doesn’t know which part is worse: him taking baby steps in the direction of developing a food kink or him trying to defend the normalcy of it. he should stop this. it’s the next thought that comes to mind, however, it has no room to grow into action, because embarrassment aside, he catches up to the fact that he’s not alone in this.
is keith… into this too? he has to be doing this intentionally. there’s a big ol’ possibility that it’s to poke fun at him but… shiro doesn’t tread that far. he thinks keith is trying to seduce me and then grabs a little more at keith’s hip, his leg, holding him down more firmly in his lap. ]
You could…
[ is he really going to play along with whatever this is? with him warming from his face down to the collar of his uniform, it appears that yes, shiro is very much onboard with encouraging keith. here, he slips his hand higher on his thigh, fingers just barely scooting under the hem of his boxers before lying still and then, he wets his lips, once again only having eyes for the workings of keith’s mouth. ]
If you, uh… squeeze the end of it… it might push more of the cream out.
njrekf no!! also if this ends w them pouring that box of eclairs on each other & fking, i will yell
it’s not his fault, is his immediate argument. keith is dressed in his clothing and showing off his legs, not only in the bareness of them, but in the lay of him straddling his lap. more than that, it’s keith’s mouth -- of course shiro would be love-soft and beyond eager to watch it work. an eclair though? hell, people liken an array of food items to cocks, and with the eclair being long an’ slender, it’s not that unusual, is it?
he doesn’t know which part is worse: him taking baby steps in the direction of developing a food kink or him trying to defend the normalcy of it. he should stop this. it’s the next thought that comes to mind, however, it has no room to grow into action, because embarrassment aside, he catches up to the fact that he’s not alone in this.
is keith… into this too? he has to be doing this intentionally. there’s a big ol’ possibility that it’s to poke fun at him but… shiro doesn’t tread that far. he thinks keith is trying to seduce me and then grabs a little more at keith’s hip, his leg, holding him down more firmly in his lap. ]
You could…
[ is he really going to play along with whatever this is? with him warming from his face down to the collar of his uniform, it appears that yes, shiro is very much onboard with encouraging keith. here, he slips his hand higher on his thigh, fingers just barely scooting under the hem of his boxers before lying still and then, he wets his lips, once again only having eyes for the workings of keith’s mouth. ]
If you, uh… squeeze the end of it… it might push more of the cream out.