[ shiro gets it. he’s been slow in pursuing and now that they’ve endured an awkward experience together involving suggestion and skimpy clothing, he’s suddenly pushing forward to explore the attraction between them…? yeah, okay, he’ll give it to keith: it’s inconsistent. shiro’s inconsistent. so shiro deserves that wide-eyed, almost disbelieving stare. he tries not to let it rattle him. it’s tempting though, to piggyback off keith’s awkwardness and dissolve into his own sheepish laughter. he forces down the urge, briefly pressing his lips together hard and twisting them together, before managing: ]
Yeah. [ now for a casual shrug of his shoulders. ] Like watch.
[ since shiro will, apparently, be the one peeking now. he does so, with his chin dipped down toward the working of his hands and his eyes up, watching keith’s thumbs hook at his waistband. ]
Or – that. You can do that.
[ strip. technically, he hasn’t been extended the same permission, though shiro is certain it is implied. still, he shies his gaze away and works through the unzip to push his fly open. there’s a glimpse of the black fabric of his boxer-briefs. their beloved costume designer found the tightness of his underwear to be adequate for the scene, so at least he got to keep something halfway decent on. unlike keith who had… to…
wait. didn’t judy say keith is wearing a –
he jerks his gaze to keith, seeing the pants already worked down enough to reveal thick bands over keith’s hips. ]
Oh. You’re still wearing, um… [ and, apparently, shiro will be upgrading from peeking to watching, a faint bit of color to his face. ]
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Yeah. [ now for a casual shrug of his shoulders. ] Like watch.
[ since shiro will, apparently, be the one peeking now. he does so, with his chin dipped down toward the working of his hands and his eyes up, watching keith’s thumbs hook at his waistband. ]
Or – that. You can do that.
[ strip. technically, he hasn’t been extended the same permission, though shiro is certain it is implied. still, he shies his gaze away and works through the unzip to push his fly open. there’s a glimpse of the black fabric of his boxer-briefs. their beloved costume designer found the tightness of his underwear to be adequate for the scene, so at least he got to keep something halfway decent on. unlike keith who had… to…
wait. didn’t judy say keith is wearing a –
he jerks his gaze to keith, seeing the pants already worked down enough to reveal thick bands over keith’s hips. ]
Oh. You’re still wearing, um… [ and, apparently, shiro will be upgrading from peeking to watching, a faint bit of color to his face. ]