[ it takes an embarrassingly small amount of effort on shiro's part to make keith's heart skip beats. the part of his face that's scarred over is numb from having nerve endings burned away, so the patchwork sensation of fingers and palm on his face is strange, but not unwelcome. keith leans into the touch, angling for a light nuzzle while their lips stay pressed together.
he doesn't expect this to last long -- none of their kisses do. but he's bainted into thinking otherwise when shiro parts his lips and keith actually gasps, suddenly unsure of how to work tongues into this without being a sloppy mess.
in the end, he doesn't have to work it out. shiro pulls away, leaving keith caught feeling warm and disappointed. really, he shouldn't be disappointed at all because a hard on is difficult to hide with pants on. and fucking impossible to do so when all he's got on is a jock strap. keith clears his throat, taking a half step back and straightening up as shiro scoots further away. ]
Mm...
[ he sits, resisting the urge to lick his lips as he tugs the zipper down one of his boots. ]
Should probably change back into my normal boxers too.
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he doesn't expect this to last long -- none of their kisses do. but he's bainted into thinking otherwise when shiro parts his lips and keith actually gasps, suddenly unsure of how to work tongues into this without being a sloppy mess.
in the end, he doesn't have to work it out. shiro pulls away, leaving keith caught feeling warm and disappointed. really, he shouldn't be disappointed at all because a hard on is difficult to hide with pants on. and fucking impossible to do so when all he's got on is a jock strap. keith clears his throat, taking a half step back and straightening up as shiro scoots further away. ]
Mm...
[ he sits, resisting the urge to lick his lips as he tugs the zipper down one of his boots. ]
Should probably change back into my normal boxers too.