[ keith could probably get away if he wanted to. no, not probably. shiro is certain keith could wriggle away, especially because shiro’s arms would slack if there were any genuine resistance. keith doesn’t try though, not even for show. for all his protesting and teasing, it’s made even more obvious that this is something keith is basking in, by his lack of squirming. his laughter too. gosh, it takes so very little to have shiro beaming. just the sound of his best friend happy and then shiro is right there with him, chuckling, even as keith’s tapers off.

with the way they’ve landed, keith’s ass is cushioned against shiro’s abdomen. it’s nice. it’s comfortable. it’s – easy to ignore. but nothing in shiro’s life remains easy and soon enough, keith is shimmying down, shaking shiro’s shoulder and subsequently, jostling shiro to almost have him rocking his crotch up into that descending ass.

okay. perhaps shiro didn’t think this through. perhaps the boxers really would have been the better plan.

he cranes his hips backwards, giving keith plenty of room as he keeps shifting lower. throughout, he keeps his arms around him and meets his backward glance, smiling wide despite the heavy thump-thump of his heart. ]

You left me no choice.

[ shiro may be shying in some places but he isn’t when he pushes his face in close, chin brushing over keith’s shoulder once they're level with each other. ]

I’ve been trying to coax you into this bed for twenty minutes now, but you – [ a huffed laughed. ] – are exceptionally stubborn.