[ oh. that’s – oh. so shiro’s feeling chided again, though this time it’s well deserved. sheepishness floods his system and it’s hard to maintain eye contact, his gradually drifting to the side where keith’s hair frame his cheekbone. his arm is over keith’s, with his hand curled into the middle of the boy’s back; far away from the bareness of his ass. still. the mention has shiro’s fingers pressing into keith’s spine, wanting badly to map the line down. he doesn’t, however, because keith’s fingers splay too and now, shiro’s breath gives a tiny hitch, body going rigid for a split second of unknowing, before he lets go of that panicked feeling he doesn’t even fully understand.
it’s not a big deal, he means it. he’s been with a handful of people now, been seen and touted like a prize while people have gawked. he can handle people looking, judging, even touching; it’s not like the state of his body is a hairpin trigger, waiting to go off. the graze of keith’s fingers isn’t so terrible though. he can’t say he likes it, but he doesn’t hate it, which means something. maybe it’s just that he trusts keith. or maybe it’s that the words that follow have him feeling hopeful, just a smidge. either way, he gives up on studying the waviness of keith’s hair and meets his gaze. ]
I do.
[ want to let him in. eventually. someday. somehow. he doesn’t know how to though, not yet, not fully. so he has to wonder… does he ever figure it out? ]
Did… your Shiro ever talk about it? [ he shifts his face closer across the pillow, subconsciously seeking comfort. ] Captivity.
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it’s not a big deal, he means it. he’s been with a handful of people now, been seen and touted like a prize while people have gawked. he can handle people looking, judging, even touching; it’s not like the state of his body is a hairpin trigger, waiting to go off. the graze of keith’s fingers isn’t so terrible though. he can’t say he likes it, but he doesn’t hate it, which means something. maybe it’s just that he trusts keith. or maybe it’s that the words that follow have him feeling hopeful, just a smidge. either way, he gives up on studying the waviness of keith’s hair and meets his gaze. ]
I do.
[ want to let him in. eventually. someday. somehow. he doesn’t know how to though, not yet, not fully. so he has to wonder… does he ever figure it out? ]
Did… your Shiro ever talk about it? [ he shifts his face closer across the pillow, subconsciously seeking comfort. ] Captivity.