[ and this is where there’s a bump in the road. shiro slams right into it and for a time, that easy camaraderie derails into shiro looking a little surprised, a little speechless, brain going static. ]
I…
[ – didn’t mean it like that? – would never do that again? – want to go back to pretending that never happened?
his body goes rigid in the indecisiveness for one beat, two beat, three. he’s carried quite a bit of guilt for that whole thing. the subsequent talks he’s had with keith have helped alleviate some of that feeling, but when it comes down to it, they’ve barely talked about it. not about shiro fishing out the cuffs. not about tricking keith into them. and definitely not about letting keith grind against him until he soiled his own pants. the instinctual response is to shy away, stay the course and keep things light, flirty, but restrained.
… but keith’s plastered against him, held tight and barely faking the effort of a fight. his senses are filled with him: the smell of him, the feel of him, the look of him flush pink, the… taste of him…?
not anymore. shiro’s gaze drops down, brief and fleeting, to keith’s mouth and then right back up, blurting out a: ]
I still have those cuffs. [ he blinks, not quite relaxing yet, but still following that line of thought. ] They worked pretty good last time. [ a beat, a slight easing of that surprised, slightly cagey look. ] Made you behave…
[ another beat and finally, a smile that’s tentatively teasing. ]
no subject
I…
[ – didn’t mean it like that?
– would never do that again?
– want to go back to pretending that never happened?
his body goes rigid in the indecisiveness for one beat, two beat, three. he’s carried quite a bit of guilt for that whole thing. the subsequent talks he’s had with keith have helped alleviate some of that feeling, but when it comes down to it, they’ve barely talked about it. not about shiro fishing out the cuffs. not about tricking keith into them. and definitely not about letting keith grind against him until he soiled his own pants. the instinctual response is to shy away, stay the course and keep things light, flirty, but restrained.
… but keith’s plastered against him, held tight and barely faking the effort of a fight. his senses are filled with him: the smell of him, the feel of him, the look of him flush pink, the… taste of him…?
not anymore. shiro’s gaze drops down, brief and fleeting, to keith’s mouth and then right back up, blurting out a: ]
I still have those cuffs. [ he blinks, not quite relaxing yet, but still following that line of thought. ] They worked pretty good last time. [ a beat, a slight easing of that surprised, slightly cagey look. ] Made you behave…
[ another beat and finally, a smile that’s tentatively teasing. ]
… Kinda.