[ keith watches as shiro goes through the motions with exaggerated emphasis. it's ridiculous enough that it takes a damn near miracle for keith not to laugh. maybe he would have, if he hadn't started pushing himself up to a sitting position before he's worked out what exactly the plan is.

why is there even a plan anyway? "i yield" is what shiro wanted to hear and keith promised to give him as much. but there's something about the expectant look on shiro's face that draws keith in close. closer, leaving a few scant inches between their faces when he casually bumps shiro's shoulder with his own. ]

I yield.

[ he huffs then, a little helpless in his amusement. ]

And I wanna enjoy your bed properly, but I have to take off my pants to take off the ridiculous boots. Annoying, huh?