[ it can’t be that simple. shiro would like it to be; no titles, no meticulous dissection of what or how they’re going to do this, no fretting, just acceptance, like before when they tied everything up pretty with do things our way, when things feel right. it’s easy in the moment, but shiro knows better. deep down, when he cares to be honest with himself, he knows they’re making this complicated by being vague. so, no, it really isn’t this simple, because there’s more behind that good that isn’t being said.
what comes instead is distracting. seducing. it disarms shiro of his reservations and he sways an inch lower, without any thought whatsoever. he catches himself on the lean and laughs a sweetly embarrassed sound at his own readiness to follow through. he takes his time now. expression softening, he adjusts the placement of his arm and crowds keith further, leaning over him more as he gets his other arm to the bed to barricade keith from both sides.
there. stable, supported, and all encompassing, shiro then completes the lean to kiss keith’s mouth. first a press, second a tilt, and third, an angling that has their mouths slotting more firmly together. it’s predictable in its sweetness. shiro seems entirely incapable of lavishing keith with anything too heavy, too wanting too quickly, not when everything feels so new and so fragile. but one, two, three ticks and he’ll pick up where he left off on their last kiss: lips a little parted and tongue a little flirty, just a tease of potential as he holds the connection. ]
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what comes instead is distracting. seducing. it disarms shiro of his reservations and he sways an inch lower, without any thought whatsoever. he catches himself on the lean and laughs a sweetly embarrassed sound at his own readiness to follow through. he takes his time now. expression softening, he adjusts the placement of his arm and crowds keith further, leaning over him more as he gets his other arm to the bed to barricade keith from both sides.
there. stable, supported, and all encompassing, shiro then completes the lean to kiss keith’s mouth. first a press, second a tilt, and third, an angling that has their mouths slotting more firmly together. it’s predictable in its sweetness. shiro seems entirely incapable of lavishing keith with anything too heavy, too wanting too quickly, not when everything feels so new and so fragile. but one, two, three ticks and he’ll pick up where he left off on their last kiss: lips a little parted and tongue a little flirty, just a tease of potential as he holds the connection. ]