[ so maybe shiro’s still got some game left in him. his eyelids slip close and he softens the press of his mouth, humming a quiet, approving sound. close-lipped and chaste, the kiss is similar to all those that have come before. he likes it though, slow and sweet like this. it’s a comfort in its own way, that despite how fast-paced and chaotic everything can become out there, with the whims of the prison, they can still take their time together.
tentative in affection and careful in execution, it’s their way. they’re doing it their way. and for the first time, it feels natural to lift a hand to keith’s face and cup a hand over his scar. to gently thumb at the seam of his lips to his cheek and then nudge his mouth closer, parting his own to give the faintest taste of wet heat as he tries for something deeper.
only a taste though, because this kiss is similar to those before, remember? and a commonality between them all is that they’re brief. he pulls back with a smile and a flutter of his lashes, his expression bewitched with heavy affection. ]
So.
[ he’s still got his hand on keith’s face, thumb skimming in a crescent moon shape over his cheek. he drops his hand soon enough and falls back on the comfort of teasing, both hands to the bedding to manually pull himself backwards to escape the cage of keith’s hands. ]
How about you finish taking those boots off and come lie down with me?
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tentative in affection and careful in execution, it’s their way. they’re doing it their way. and for the first time, it feels natural to lift a hand to keith’s face and cup a hand over his scar. to gently thumb at the seam of his lips to his cheek and then nudge his mouth closer, parting his own to give the faintest taste of wet heat as he tries for something deeper.
only a taste though, because this kiss is similar to those before, remember? and a commonality between them all is that they’re brief. he pulls back with a smile and a flutter of his lashes, his expression bewitched with heavy affection. ]
So.
[ he’s still got his hand on keith’s face, thumb skimming in a crescent moon shape over his cheek. he drops his hand soon enough and falls back on the comfort of teasing, both hands to the bedding to manually pull himself backwards to escape the cage of keith’s hands. ]
How about you finish taking those boots off and come lie down with me?