[ he likes this; the gentle weight of keith’s hand at his neck and the pillowing of keith’s lips as they part. it’s unhurried in a way that allows the anticipation to build and the affection to burn warmer, hotter, with promise. he thinks then, with the little thought he’s capable of when he has keith’s breath hitching into his mouth, of how keith is underneath him. he’s soft in the sheets, open and vulnerable, barely dressed but altogether welcoming to the crowding of shiro’s body. yes, shiro likes this; likes that the physical aspect comes easy. talking about it doesn’t, no, but once they come together, the chemistry is there to carry them through any lack of technique or familiarity.
case and point: shiro would’ve gotten there. he touches his tongue to the parting of his own lips and, again, brushes a hint of wetness to keith’s, pulling it back into his mouth as he changes the angle of his face. he would’ve gotten there but words are mumbled between them. just like that, the smooth trajectory of shiro’s plan abruptly shifts. words are the enemy. words like more have shiro thinking amount, not depth.
he huffs a breath, muffling his amusement against keith’s mouth as he flutters his lashes to half mast, opening his eyes to stare at keith’s too close face. he keeps position, the widening of his mouth into a smile easy to track. ]
Impatient and greedy.
[ words sufficiently mumbled into keith’s mouth, shiro then does the direct opposite of what keith asks: he stops kissing him. he lifts his head, just a few inches, his expression remaining the same as he teases a more easily understood: ]
Can’t even wait for me to finish kissing you once before demanding more.
[ before keith can get too huffy at him though, shiro leans right back in to capture his lips in kiss number two. this kiss doesn’t last. but that’s alright, because shiro is onto kiss number three. which is off-set to the left, the corner of keith’s lips getting some solid, affectionate pressure. kiss number four lands lower, at the angle of keith’s jaw. and this showering of multiple kisses will continue if shiro is allowed to believe this misinterpretation. ]
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case and point: shiro would’ve gotten there. he touches his tongue to the parting of his own lips and, again, brushes a hint of wetness to keith’s, pulling it back into his mouth as he changes the angle of his face. he would’ve gotten there but words are mumbled between them. just like that, the smooth trajectory of shiro’s plan abruptly shifts. words are the enemy. words like more have shiro thinking amount, not depth.
he huffs a breath, muffling his amusement against keith’s mouth as he flutters his lashes to half mast, opening his eyes to stare at keith’s too close face. he keeps position, the widening of his mouth into a smile easy to track. ]
Impatient and greedy.
[ words sufficiently mumbled into keith’s mouth, shiro then does the direct opposite of what keith asks: he stops kissing him. he lifts his head, just a few inches, his expression remaining the same as he teases a more easily understood: ]
Can’t even wait for me to finish kissing you once before demanding more.
[ before keith can get too huffy at him though, shiro leans right back in to capture his lips in kiss number two. this kiss doesn’t last. but that’s alright, because shiro is onto kiss number three. which is off-set to the left, the corner of keith’s lips getting some solid, affectionate pressure. kiss number four lands lower, at the angle of keith’s jaw. and this showering of multiple kisses will continue if shiro is allowed to believe this misinterpretation. ]