[ yes. it’s greedy. unapologetically greedy to lounge across his sheets and make demands, like keith is the one doing shiro the favor by settling. shiro isn’t going to lie to himself; he’s charmed. and for a moment there, when keith’s hand clasps his and squeezes tight, he thinks, maybe, keith will pull him in. all he needs is a hint of a tug and shiro would go. it could be like last time, with shiro stretched beside keith but tipped over him. maybe this time, however, shiro can be bold and arch down to kiss keith soft and sweet, right into the bedding.

a kiss would be something nice, wouldn’t it? that’s what keith had been alluding to, right?

wrong.

keith lets go and if that weren’t disappointing enough, next shiro’s brain is being assaulted with images of large, glittery, dino dicks. baffled at how off the mark his expectations are, shiro hiccups on a laugh, gives his head a good shake, and then, when everything recalibrates, he loses that lost stare and swings hard into amusement. ]

Wait, hold on. [ he’s laughing. it isn’t often that shiro is unreserved with his joy, but it’s genuine in the moment, as he teases right back. ] Let me get this straight… me talking to you about pornos is what you consider nice?

[ his hand is very much his own again and rather than securing its safety by extracting it from keith’s reach, he doubles down to pinch, repeatedly, at keith’s side. ]

You haven’t even agreed to stay over yet, so you shouldn’t be making demands on me anyway.