[ does he…? shiro hangs on the words, anticipation and anxiety swirling in slow tandem inside his belly, giving rise to a childish urge to squirm. stubbornly, he staves off the desire and keeps still, waiting and waiting with his cheek resting to keith’s. he can’t see the moment keith flicks his gaze, but he feels the disengagement, something in the air shifting as keith touches his hand, only to drop it away shortly thereafter.
it feels a little like a rejection. or a failure, like shiro hasn’t provided keith an avenue to shed whatever burden is weighing him down. something’s off, something always seems to be when it comes to the two of them and this. but even with the hurdles and the setbacks – ]
I want this too.
[ he drops his hand from keith’s belly and pats once, twice at the bedding until he lays his hand right. his fingers curl around keith’s hand, resuming the grip that, in his mind, never should have left. gently, but with intention, he tilts his face against keith’s, holding pressure, cheek to cheek, and then shifting for a barely there, encouragement of a nuzzle. ]
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it feels a little like a rejection. or a failure, like shiro hasn’t provided keith an avenue to shed whatever burden is weighing him down. something’s off, something always seems to be when it comes to the two of them and this. but even with the hurdles and the setbacks – ]
I want this too.
[ he drops his hand from keith’s belly and pats once, twice at the bedding until he lays his hand right. his fingers curl around keith’s hand, resuming the grip that, in his mind, never should have left. gently, but with intention, he tilts his face against keith’s, holding pressure, cheek to cheek, and then shifting for a barely there, encouragement of a nuzzle. ]
So go on. Ask me what you need to ask me.