[ that’s encouraging, too. it’s slow, sure, but keith does turn his wrist and fit his fingers in between shiro’s. shiro thinks he deserves that, the hesitation. he hasn’t been the greatest at verbalizing what it is he wants here, and truth be told, he thinks he still lacks a clear picture of what this is meant to become. all he knows, is that they’ve started down a path and while shiro may have initially balked at the idea of it, they’re too far along now for shiro to backtrack. he likes this. he likes holding keith. likes kissing him too, when he musters up the nerve to lean in and take it. which he hasn’t done in quite awhile, has he? he doesn’t get credit for the last one; that’s all on keith.
reflexively, he tightens his fingers for the hold, and consciously relaxes the frown now trying to overtake his expression. toji? who the hell is toji? shiro’s answer misses the obvious cue, only because he gets caught up in connecting the name to an identity. network. username 45. sentence sheet. right. of course shiro went back and looked up the name after… afterwards.
interesting – keith followed that conversation. that was fairly early on. why would he even care to…? did keith – even back then…? probably nothing more than simple curiosity of a best friend, huh? shiro sticks a pin in the curiosity for now and finally finds his voice. ]
No. I’m not like this with other people. [ funny, for all the grief shiro gave keith over his sentence sheet not having things like kissing and aftercare checked off, shiro hasn’t been the kindest with his partners either. ]
I’ve… [ fucked. ] – been with a few people here, yeah, but that’s physical. [ he can’t even say it’s been purely about the sheet, either. a few partners, yes, but some influenced by aphro and one… not. he thinks of anonymous and tries to justify those meetings, as always, coming up empty on an explanation other than he makes shiro feel good. free. wanted. they’re heady, addictive feelings, and as of yet, shiro has not weaned himself off of needing those highs.
he feels guilty for it and he’s not sure he should. still, it has him ducking his head and pressing a kiss to keith’s shoulder to combat the feeling, stating once he breaks away: ]
This isn’t that. [ he wrinkles his nose, the statement not sounding right. ] It’s not only that. This is… you know, because I care about you.
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reflexively, he tightens his fingers for the hold, and consciously relaxes the frown now trying to overtake his expression. toji? who the hell is toji? shiro’s answer misses the obvious cue, only because he gets caught up in connecting the name to an identity. network. username 45. sentence sheet. right. of course shiro went back and looked up the name after… afterwards.
interesting – keith followed that conversation. that was fairly early on. why would he even care to…? did keith – even back then…? probably nothing more than simple curiosity of a best friend, huh? shiro sticks a pin in the curiosity for now and finally finds his voice. ]
No. I’m not like this with other people. [ funny, for all the grief shiro gave keith over his sentence sheet not having things like kissing and aftercare checked off, shiro hasn’t been the kindest with his partners either. ]
I’ve… [ fucked. ] – been with a few people here, yeah, but that’s physical. [ he can’t even say it’s been purely about the sheet, either. a few partners, yes, but some influenced by aphro and one… not. he thinks of anonymous and tries to justify those meetings, as always, coming up empty on an explanation other than he makes shiro feel good. free. wanted. they’re heady, addictive feelings, and as of yet, shiro has not weaned himself off of needing those highs.
he feels guilty for it and he’s not sure he should. still, it has him ducking his head and pressing a kiss to keith’s shoulder to combat the feeling, stating once he breaks away: ]
This isn’t that. [ he wrinkles his nose, the statement not sounding right. ] It’s not only that. This is… you know, because I care about you.