[ being crowded into shiro's space is a double edged sword. sure, shiro can't hide from him when they're close together, but neither can keith. honestly, keith thinks he should be above any juvenile thrill from being told he's attractive. it's silly, through and through, to be putting any worth into something so superficial, isn't it? besides, if his appearance mattered all that much to him, keith would have cut his supposed eye-sore mullet ages ago.
he's twentyone, head of voltron and a member of the blade of marmora. hardened by war, loss and the heavy weight of making life or death calls that he tries not to overanalyze with hindsight. it's partly why being here, looking every bit like a victim of an intergalactic sex trafficking ring put up for ogling has punched right through the boundaries of keith's comfort zone.
but the thing is? here, in this moment, keith doesn't feel any of those things. not his usual festering resentment for his captors, not the background white noise of shame. instead, it's just shiro and him alone in his cube, together, his heart beating fast behind his sternum because someone amazing thinks he's desirable.
maybe that doesn't really mean a whole lot, considering this place is full of people shiro's presumably been fucking for credits, but keith is determined not to think anyone else. just them. a guy and his best friend. ]
The me look....
[ the mood had been teasing up until then, but keith doesn't manage to hold onto it. instead, his expression softens. grin easing into a moonier smile, keith murmurs: ]
I like the you-look, too.
[ and with that, he steals the sliver of space between the lips and seals it with a soft kiss. ]
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he's twentyone, head of voltron and a member of the blade of marmora. hardened by war, loss and the heavy weight of making life or death calls that he tries not to overanalyze with hindsight. it's partly why being here, looking every bit like a victim of an intergalactic sex trafficking ring put up for ogling has punched right through the boundaries of keith's comfort zone.
but the thing is? here, in this moment, keith doesn't feel any of those things. not his usual festering resentment for his captors, not the background white noise of shame. instead, it's just shiro and him alone in his cube, together, his heart beating fast behind his sternum because someone amazing thinks he's desirable.
maybe that doesn't really mean a whole lot, considering this place is full of people shiro's presumably been fucking for credits, but keith is determined not to think anyone else. just them. a guy and his best friend. ]
The me look....
[ the mood had been teasing up until then, but keith doesn't manage to hold onto it. instead, his expression softens. grin easing into a moonier smile, keith murmurs: ]
I like the you-look, too.
[ and with that, he steals the sliver of space between the lips and seals it with a soft kiss. ]