[ fuck. keith grimaces the nanosecond after the repetition. apparently, this is where he is now -- cursed to repeat inanely while his pants are halfway down his thighs. kicking himself mentally, he peels one boot clad leg out of the first leg hole and only looks up again after the laugh.
really, it's less a voluntary glance up and one that's reactionary and chagrined. keith almost starts to protest, but the following tease is so ridiculous that he hiccups an involuntary laugh instead. ]
Shiro.
[ part incredulous, part tickled keith hisses the name as he gets his other leg out of his pants. truth be told, it's awkward to be standing here clad in boots, a tank top and even less than a speedo to cover up his privates. it's a look and a half, and keith doesn't have the confidence to pull it off with a strut and his head held high. his dick doesn't feel properly constrained and for that matter, the air on his bare asscheeks feels bizarre, but if there's comfort to be found here, it's in the instinct for retaliation. he kicks up his pants, grabs it by the leg and tosses it at shiro's face with a laugh. ]
Don't imply that I was destined to wear this, okay.
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[ fuck. keith grimaces the nanosecond after the repetition. apparently, this is where he is now -- cursed to repeat inanely while his pants are halfway down his thighs. kicking himself mentally, he peels one boot clad leg out of the first leg hole and only looks up again after the laugh.
really, it's less a voluntary glance up and one that's reactionary and chagrined. keith almost starts to protest, but the following tease is so ridiculous that he hiccups an involuntary laugh instead. ]
Shiro.
[ part incredulous, part tickled keith hisses the name as he gets his other leg out of his pants. truth be told, it's awkward to be standing here clad in boots, a tank top and even less than a speedo to cover up his privates. it's a look and a half, and keith doesn't have the confidence to pull it off with a strut and his head held high. his dick doesn't feel properly constrained and for that matter, the air on his bare asscheeks feels bizarre, but if there's comfort to be found here, it's in the instinct for retaliation. he kicks up his pants, grabs it by the leg and tosses it at shiro's face with a laugh. ]
Don't imply that I was destined to wear this, okay.