[ so, hypothetically, shiro is going to be murdering a bodysuit tonight. the delight is so plainly heard in his voice, shiro doing very little to mask how enthused he is by keith’s willingness to play along. ]
In that case… [ there’s the sound of him fiddling with his utility belt again. this time, it’s the unsnapping of a button and him pulling out a pocket knife. ] Hold still, baby. Gotta strip you for a search. [ blade extended and locked into place, he dials in his focus, murmuring: ]
A very thorough search.
[ there’s a bit of excess material at his lower back, right before it grows taunt over the swell of keith’s ass. his gem is there as well, so shiro feels more comfortable hooking the curved end of the blade above it and pressing in, just enough for the fine tip to catch and slice through. by the end of all his cutting and peeling, he has that former one-piece split in two: the top portion intact down to his waist, where it bares his mid-drift, and the lower half in shambles, with it now pulled down to keith’s knees.
his belt of tricks has come in handy, hasn’t it? he laughs to himself. still, he isn’t so prepared to carry everything with him. he’ll need to ask keith about lube at some point; he obviously has a bottle stashed around here somewhere, the little minx. shiro’s in no particular rush anymore though. so he’ll first sink to his knees and spread keith’s cheeks, finally getting his hands on that ass that’s been taunting him for a year.
and so, it goes as expected.
… mostly.
because while shiro burying his face in to lick inside is unsurprising, the way shiro hardens in his uniform pants comes with an asterisk. the feel of keith under his mouth is enough. the sounds keith makes are enough. but shiro’s brain drifts and he thinks about the window keith is arching against and fogging with his panting. he wonders – hopes?? – someone from an adjacent building glances their way. unlikely, of course. they are exceptionally high and there isn’t a light on, so they’re nothing more than dark forms in a dark room. nonetheless, shiro likes the idea of someone seeing keith be good for him and seeing shiro being good to him.
which is why, when he inevitably stands to retrieve the lube bottle by the bed, shiro makes sure to flip on the light as he returns to keith still pressed against the window. ]
and cue ftb... also i'm closing my eyes.
In that case… [ there’s the sound of him fiddling with his utility belt again. this time, it’s the unsnapping of a button and him pulling out a pocket knife. ] Hold still, baby. Gotta strip you for a search. [ blade extended and locked into place, he dials in his focus, murmuring: ]
A very thorough search.
[ there’s a bit of excess material at his lower back, right before it grows taunt over the swell of keith’s ass. his gem is there as well, so shiro feels more comfortable hooking the curved end of the blade above it and pressing in, just enough for the fine tip to catch and slice through. by the end of all his cutting and peeling, he has that former one-piece split in two: the top portion intact down to his waist, where it bares his mid-drift, and the lower half in shambles, with it now pulled down to keith’s knees.
his belt of tricks has come in handy, hasn’t it? he laughs to himself. still, he isn’t so prepared to carry everything with him. he’ll need to ask keith about lube at some point; he obviously has a bottle stashed around here somewhere, the little minx. shiro’s in no particular rush anymore though. so he’ll first sink to his knees and spread keith’s cheeks, finally getting his hands on that ass that’s been taunting him for a year.
and so, it goes as expected.
… mostly.
because while shiro burying his face in to lick inside is unsurprising, the way shiro hardens in his uniform pants comes with an asterisk. the feel of keith under his mouth is enough. the sounds keith makes are enough. but shiro’s brain drifts and he thinks about the window keith is arching against and fogging with his panting. he wonders – hopes?? – someone from an adjacent building glances their way. unlikely, of course. they are exceptionally high and there isn’t a light on, so they’re nothing more than dark forms in a dark room. nonetheless, shiro likes the idea of someone seeing keith be good for him and seeing shiro being good to him.
which is why, when he inevitably stands to retrieve the lube bottle by the bed, shiro makes sure to flip on the light as he returns to keith still pressed against the window. ]