[ that's....?? don't ask keith what that in the span of seconds, keith's gone tongue tied again, eyes a little owlish as he watches shiro retreat from the bed. despite getting the green light to watch, it's hard to beat down months upon months of deliberately looking away out of respect. shiro's a lot of things to keith, and high among them is the idea that his best friend is off limits and unavailable.
they've been toeing that line of late, trading one or two chaste kisses and all, but boundaries that have been meticulously kept don't come down so easily, even with porn prison's constant wrecking ball tendencies.
his heart skips a beat as keith blinks hard and obviously as he watches shiro's fingers work to open up his shorts. only then does heat start creeping back up along his cheeks and ears as it occurs to keith that he probably shouldn't be a passive observer in peeking... and whatever "more" necessarily implies in this context. he stands, still looking a little dazed as he laughs nervously. ]
More?
[ the question is stupid. sounds even stupider ringing in his ears. keith flusters, looking down sharply at his yoga pants. there's nothing but elastic keeping them on his hips, so a sharp tug would have them down and his stupid jock strap and thigh highs would be on full display. slipping his thumbs under the waistband, keith hesitates a beat before pulling down slowly. ]
unforgiveable
[ that's....?? don't ask keith what that in the span of seconds, keith's gone tongue tied again, eyes a little owlish as he watches shiro retreat from the bed. despite getting the green light to watch, it's hard to beat down months upon months of deliberately looking away out of respect. shiro's a lot of things to keith, and high among them is the idea that his best friend is off limits and unavailable.
they've been toeing that line of late, trading one or two chaste kisses and all, but boundaries that have been meticulously kept don't come down so easily, even with porn prison's constant wrecking ball tendencies.
his heart skips a beat as keith blinks hard and obviously as he watches shiro's fingers work to open up his shorts. only then does heat start creeping back up along his cheeks and ears as it occurs to keith that he probably shouldn't be a passive observer in peeking... and whatever "more" necessarily implies in this context. he stands, still looking a little dazed as he laughs nervously. ]
More?
[ the question is stupid. sounds even stupider ringing in his ears. keith flusters, looking down sharply at his yoga pants. there's nothing but elastic keeping them on his hips, so a sharp tug would have them down and his stupid jock strap and thigh highs would be on full display. slipping his thumbs under the waistband, keith hesitates a beat before pulling down slowly. ]