[ good boys use their words. shiro’s tempted to tease keith into saying what exactly it is he wants to be going on while he enjoys the skyline of sumarlok. he takes pity, however, and breathes out an okay before gently nudging keith back, just enough for shiro to reverse their positions. sliding to the side, shiro rounds keith and after dropping the helmet off on the nearby ottoman, he settles in behind him. ]

Now, don’t try to escape. [ because listen, that’s the sound of shiro rummaging through his pouch for the key and then, the click of metal on metal as he fits it into the keyhole. he leans in to nose the backside of keith’s ear, breathing low: ] Behave.

[ and click, the left cuff loosens. it’s the only one that loosens though. the key is back in the pouch and shiro has keith by both wrists. he brings his hands in front of his body and then recuffs that left hand. at least now, when shiro nudges keith forward a step, to encourage keith to lean his body against the glass, he can use his forearms for some semblance of support.

unfortunately, there is one problem with this. a problem that shiro doesn’t realize until he moves his hands to keith’s waist. there’s no waistband. oh yeah. shiro didn’t forget that his boy is wrapped up tight in a one-piece but he hadn’t thought much of the mechanics involving getting keith out of said one-piece. an oversight of monumental portions, truly. now, to undo all of that – in shiro’s humble opinion – sexy build-up, by uncuffing keith, so that he can maneuver his limbs out of that second skin, or…

he clears his throat. ]

Hypothetically speaking… if this bodysuit ripped, how disappointed would you be?