[ keith’s laughing. that’s good, that’s really good. that next kiss to his jaw is a little haphazard, because he’s smiling too much to land the kiss correctly, too busy feeling giddy and feeling light with keith’s fingers in his hair. kiss number six will have to wait; shiro abandons the end goal of lavishing keith’s neck with attention and instead lifts his head, huffing in mock offense to giant dork. keith will get a peck to his trailing fingers though, because that grin looks too good on keith. shiro feels a touch enamored with it, up until keith hits him with another demand.
he tilts his head a marginal amount, as if the slight change in his view of that delighted face will have him understanding better. ]
Proper, like…
[ polite? chaste? respectful? normal? like – the kinds of kisses shiro’s been giving keith since this first started? shiro doesn’t ask. instead, he demonstrates by leaning in and once again, taking keith’s mouth for a kiss. the usual timer runs, with sweet pressure and a distinct lack of moistness holding for one tick, before he pulls back, gaze adorably hopeful. ]
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he tilts his head a marginal amount, as if the slight change in his view of that delighted face will have him understanding better. ]
Proper, like…
[ polite? chaste? respectful? normal? like – the kinds of kisses shiro’s been giving keith since this first started? shiro doesn’t ask. instead, he demonstrates by leaning in and once again, taking keith’s mouth for a kiss. the usual timer runs, with sweet pressure and a distinct lack of moistness holding for one tick, before he pulls back, gaze adorably hopeful. ]
Yeah?