[ – how is this going so smoothly?? suspicion keeping him on high alert, shiro hesitates a beat before forcing himself to cross the distance between them. every muscle is tense. it’s as though he’s waiting for the most minute of movements from the mystery rider, ready to spring into action to subdue him if necessary. two step, three step, four… he’s almost there; the whole time, shiro stares at those hands and only those hands.
… mostly those hands.
that tight, leather, fucking one piece jumpsuit is like a second skin. it hugs this man’s body so well, especially the round, voluptuous ass those hands are not so subtly advertising. he’s happily in love. he’s so utterly smitten with keith, that there isn’t a man in existence that can coax him away, shiro is vehemently certain of that.
… but it’s impossible not to appreciate this man’s body on a base level.
he inwardly grimaces, feeling guilty and dirty, and so, forces his gaze up. no resistance comes when he takes the right hand, clicking the handcuff on. no struggle either, when he finishes with the left. ]
You really thought you could seduce me, huh?
[ the words are harsher, his little hiccup of a straying gaze making him agitated. he huffs and lets go, letting the chained hands rest against the other before he circles around to the front of the man. the width and height of his frame block out the city lights, casting the mystery rider in shadow and making that black visor darker. ]
no subject
… mostly those hands.
that tight, leather, fucking one piece jumpsuit is like a second skin. it hugs this man’s body so well, especially the round, voluptuous ass those hands are not so subtly advertising. he’s happily in love. he’s so utterly smitten with keith, that there isn’t a man in existence that can coax him away, shiro is vehemently certain of that.
… but it’s impossible not to appreciate this man’s body on a base level.
he inwardly grimaces, feeling guilty and dirty, and so, forces his gaze up. no resistance comes when he takes the right hand, clicking the handcuff on. no struggle either, when he finishes with the left. ]
You really thought you could seduce me, huh?
[ the words are harsher, his little hiccup of a straying gaze making him agitated. he huffs and lets go, letting the chained hands rest against the other before he circles around to the front of the man. the width and height of his frame block out the city lights, casting the mystery rider in shadow and making that black visor darker. ]
Tough luck, I’m not into criminals.