[ so keith’s not going to let shiro escape, huh? keith's good at that: giving chase when shiro wanders too far. shiro thinks he would have anticipated it better if keith’s modesty were intact. it’s not, however, and so, when keith bends over and sticks his hands to the bedding, shiro blinks wide, elongating his expression with raised brows and a slack mouth. his gaze darts over keith’s shoulder because curiosity is damning and the fuzzy glimpse of rounded ass cheeks in the background isn’t nearly enough to settle it. he gets one full beat of white fabric bunching at the small of keith’s back, that then gives to a thick band and the swell of a pretty ass, but then the beat passes and keith’s crowding in.
shiro’s breath stops. he goes still, both hands pressed to the bedding to steady his position, and it’s like that, partly leaned back, that shiro wanders off again. he goes lost. it’s okay though, because keith is right here to find him, with his nose brushing his and encompassing all of shiro’s world, filling all of his vision with his closeness.
he called him hot before, but shiro thinks now, it doesn’t do him justice. he’s gorgeous. with the framing of his hair, the color of his irises, the sharpness of his cheekbones, his chin, his nose. even the scar that tapers from jawline to his eye only enhances his face, showcasing the strength shiro knows keith packs away in his body, in his soul.
he’s beautiful, so: ]
It’s not the scantily clad look.
[ not entirely. shiro’s a human man in his prime, with working bits and a libido that isn’t quite dead, thanks, so of course seeing skin has him warming and thinking and feeling certain things. the jockstrap and thigh high boots though? it’s not that. ]
It’s just the… you look.
[ he smiles helplessly at the end of that. if he thought he lacked game before, now… – was that too cheesy? does it count as cheesy if it’s true? ]
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shiro’s breath stops. he goes still, both hands pressed to the bedding to steady his position, and it’s like that, partly leaned back, that shiro wanders off again. he goes lost. it’s okay though, because keith is right here to find him, with his nose brushing his and encompassing all of shiro’s world, filling all of his vision with his closeness.
he called him hot before, but shiro thinks now, it doesn’t do him justice. he’s gorgeous. with the framing of his hair, the color of his irises, the sharpness of his cheekbones, his chin, his nose. even the scar that tapers from jawline to his eye only enhances his face, showcasing the strength shiro knows keith packs away in his body, in his soul.
he’s beautiful, so: ]
It’s not the scantily clad look.
[ not entirely. shiro’s a human man in his prime, with working bits and a libido that isn’t quite dead, thanks, so of course seeing skin has him warming and thinking and feeling certain things. the jockstrap and thigh high boots though? it’s not that. ]
It’s just the… you look.
[ he smiles helplessly at the end of that. if he thought he lacked game before, now… – was that too cheesy? does it count as cheesy if it’s true? ]