[ years ago, when shiro took keith under his wing and promised to never give up on him, he did not, for one second, think that one day that vow would be echoed back at him while his protégé stood there, bare assed and beautiful. when shiro thinks about it too long, it’s a little weird – but then again, what in his life isn’t categorized as weird at this point? beneath the weird though, there’s a ping of softhearted elation. it warms him to know that all this time later, that moment has stuck with keith; that he firmly believes it to be true. it is true of course. shiro will never abandon keith, whether their best friends or lovers or something in between. it’s the thought of keith being right there with him, steadfast and certain in the value they hold in one another, that has shiro ducking his face into the pillow, smiling soft and pleased, even a touch bashful, to himself. ]
Yeah. I remember.
[ forgive him, it’s partly muffled into the pillowcase. and forgive him, too, for not quite catching the dip in keith’s mood. keith’s expression is mostly hidden from him, though shiro does peek at his turned face, watching his profile as the other boy directs toward the counter.
he’s hesitating. they both are. shouldn’t keith have stepped away by now? gotten his boxers and covered up, rather than standing there, flashing shiro his ass? he’s tempted then, to scoot closer and drag keith into bed himself. maybe that’s what keith wants too…? maybe he’s waiting. maybe he’s giving shiro the opportunity.
shiro has nothing to worry about, right?
shiro’s fast when he wants to be and right now, he utilizes his speed by pushing up and crawling to the edge of the bed to then heft himself up on his knees and hook his arms around keith. ]
You don’t need ‘em.
[ the boxers. neither does shiro. he thought, maybe, he’d feel more comfortable with keith covered up, but he’s reconsidering that as he puts his weight into pulling keith down into the bedding with him. they don’t quite land correctly to have them situated correctly on the bed; they’ll need to arrange themselves properly. for the moment, however, shiro keeps his arms around keith, spooning him from behind. ]
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Yeah. I remember.
[ forgive him, it’s partly muffled into the pillowcase. and forgive him, too, for not quite catching the dip in keith’s mood. keith’s expression is mostly hidden from him, though shiro does peek at his turned face, watching his profile as the other boy directs toward the counter.
he’s hesitating. they both are. shouldn’t keith have stepped away by now? gotten his boxers and covered up, rather than standing there, flashing shiro his ass? he’s tempted then, to scoot closer and drag keith into bed himself. maybe that’s what keith wants too…? maybe he’s waiting. maybe he’s giving shiro the opportunity.
shiro has nothing to worry about, right?
shiro’s fast when he wants to be and right now, he utilizes his speed by pushing up and crawling to the edge of the bed to then heft himself up on his knees and hook his arms around keith. ]
You don’t need ‘em.
[ the boxers. neither does shiro. he thought, maybe, he’d feel more comfortable with keith covered up, but he’s reconsidering that as he puts his weight into pulling keith down into the bedding with him. they don’t quite land correctly to have them situated correctly on the bed; they’ll need to arrange themselves properly. for the moment, however, shiro keeps his arms around keith, spooning him from behind. ]
There we go. Much better.