[ keith watches shiro set the invisible shotgun down with a look of helpless bemusement for their current predicament. porn prison has a tendency of spiraling fast, but there's something about this particular situation that runs just parallel to hilarity, but keeps missing the mark. is this the kind of inane bullshit people get off to? is anyone even watching jurassic dong for the dialogue? the only thing keeping keith grounded to reality is the fact that shiro seems to be caught in a very similar place and he feels a little less insane for the company.
not that lon sheremi has exactly placed the reason keith keeps looking to shiro for reassurance. the director chuckles, looking up from his script, pleased. ]
Dr. Hugh Jass looks at Miles, his lab coat now fully unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest. Making pointed eye contact with the paleontologist, Hugh takes several deliberate steps toward him, with bedroom eyes and hands on his hips.
[ lon pauses, clearly expecting keith to do as prompted. keith blinks, looking unsure but puts his hands on his hips and marches towards shiro. bedroom eyes is highly debatable, but lon merely comments: ]
Hmm yeah, I like the confused look. Makes it feel more immersive. I'm getting palpitations just watching this action. Line!
[ flustering, keith glances down at his script for the next cue. ]
I'm suggesting, Miles.
Hugh Jass walks his fingers up Miles' chest and cups him by the jaw.
[ keith freezes a moment, uncertainty readily apparent as he lifts up his right hand and carefully walks his index and middle fingers dead center to avoid flicking nipples or anything else and does the quickest drive by brush of shiro's jaw before getting out the line: ]
That you show me that your name isn't the only thing that's miles long. You save both of us. Please.
[ keith's face turns decidedly pink, despite the relative deadpan of his voice. lon shakes his head and interjects with: ]
No, no, no -- c'mon kid. Gimme some oomph. Moan a little. Get thirsty about it! You're parched. Drier than the desert and this guy's gonna get you so wet. Sound excited about it!
[ flush deepening, keith makes a somewhat scandalized noise. ]
There! I knew you had it in ya, kid! Dr. Hugh Jass turns, and leans over the nearest lab bench, ass presented perky and high.
[ this time, keith keeps the groan to himself, but he looks at shiro with an uncertain skittish glance before turning and arching his back to accentuate the curve of his ass.]
i am also recovering
not that lon sheremi has exactly placed the reason keith keeps looking to shiro for reassurance. the director chuckles, looking up from his script, pleased. ]
Dr. Hugh Jass looks at Miles, his lab coat now fully unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest. Making pointed eye contact with the paleontologist, Hugh takes several deliberate steps toward him, with bedroom eyes and hands on his hips.
[ lon pauses, clearly expecting keith to do as prompted. keith blinks, looking unsure but puts his hands on his hips and marches towards shiro. bedroom eyes is highly debatable, but lon merely comments: ]
Hmm yeah, I like the confused look. Makes it feel more immersive. I'm getting palpitations just watching this action. Line!
[ flustering, keith glances down at his script for the next cue. ]
I'm suggesting, Miles.
Hugh Jass walks his fingers up Miles' chest and cups him by the jaw.
[ keith freezes a moment, uncertainty readily apparent as he lifts up his right hand and carefully walks his index and middle fingers dead center to avoid flicking nipples or anything else and does the quickest drive by brush of shiro's jaw before getting out the line: ]
That you show me that your name isn't the only thing that's miles long. You save both of us. Please.
[ keith's face turns decidedly pink, despite the relative deadpan of his voice. lon shakes his head and interjects with: ]
No, no, no -- c'mon kid. Gimme some oomph. Moan a little. Get thirsty about it! You're parched. Drier than the desert and this guy's gonna get you so wet. Sound excited about it!
[ flush deepening, keith makes a somewhat scandalized noise. ]
There! I knew you had it in ya, kid! Dr. Hugh Jass turns, and leans over the nearest lab bench, ass presented perky and high.
[ this time, keith keeps the groan to himself, but he looks at shiro with an uncertain skittish glance before turning and arching his back to accentuate the curve of his ass.]