[ the outfit truly is atrocious. shiro gets an eyeful of keith standing there, red jockstrap, white tank and black thigh highs, and then he gets a glimpse of skin. the boy turns to sit and of course shiro’s gaze zeroes in, but then the mattress dips and shiro breathes out a barely there laugh, part chastising himself as he shakes his head. ]
If that’ll make you more comfortable.
[ honestly, it would likely make shiro feel more comfortable too. he’s riding high on momentum right now: a few things have clicked into place and the relief is overwhelming, as well as the excitement. but he isn’t so foolish to think that it will continue to go this smoothly if there’s a lull, in which the two of them are curled close, keith nearly naked from the waist down.
it’s a lot. not bad a lot, but – a lot.
he picks up the pillow and plops it down, butted against the headboard. he stretches out then: head to the pillow and feet to the other end of the bed, flat on his back with his head turned toward keith. he reaches out a hand, having just enough reach to brush the tips of his fingers to keith’s back. ]
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If that’ll make you more comfortable.
[ honestly, it would likely make shiro feel more comfortable too. he’s riding high on momentum right now: a few things have clicked into place and the relief is overwhelming, as well as the excitement. but he isn’t so foolish to think that it will continue to go this smoothly if there’s a lull, in which the two of them are curled close, keith nearly naked from the waist down.
it’s a lot. not bad a lot, but – a lot.
he picks up the pillow and plops it down, butted against the headboard. he stretches out then: head to the pillow and feet to the other end of the bed, flat on his back with his head turned toward keith. he reaches out a hand, having just enough reach to brush the tips of his fingers to keith’s back. ]
I want you to feel comfortable here.
[ with him. ]