[ shiro, too, is a Big Boy and as a Big Boy often lies when it comes to doubt and feeling. so no, he will not keep down this road. he took a few baby steps; they felt good and he feels good now too… but he’s done, only allowing himself the comfort of keith’s last reassurances before cutting himself off. hand still cupping the back of keith’s skull, shiro keeps keith close. ]
Yeah. [ he smiles with the word, relief touching his voice. ] We’re together. As a team and… as something else, too.
[ boyfriends comes to mind but such titles feel presumptions. friends with benefits is the next one, but that doesn’t sound right either. they’re somewhere in the middle, undefined. that’s okay though, being their own thing; their relationship has always been unique and unconventional, might as well keep the streak going. he untangles his fingers and smoothes his hand down keith’s nape along his spine. ]
A something that comes with you staying over more often, so we can work on our spooning and kissing, both of which are very important to our something-building.
[ something-building, like team-building, get it? he doesn’t mean to make jokes after a heart-to-heart, it’s just learned deflection. it’s habit. before the moment can settle and start eating away at him for showing his vulnerabilities, he has to change the mood. so excuse him, for smiling and teasing, like he hadn’t been talking about doubting victory and survival three minutes ago.
they’re already close. shiro’s voice continues to drop with each word, eyelids drooping. ]
Actually, we were doing that… [ he angles his face and brushes in. ] … Wanna…?
[ if there’s a response, shiro swallows it up by pressing his mouth to keith’s. that’s how they spend the rest of the evening. trading kisses and kissing more – or deeper, depending on who is asked – both boys have pink, kiss-swollen lips by the time they relax into an easy embrace, both settling in for a good night’s rest. however, they do not, in fact, practice their spooning, which is why keith will wake up to a hand on his ass, fingers clutching one cheek. ]
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Yeah. [ he smiles with the word, relief touching his voice. ] We’re together. As a team and… as something else, too.
[ boyfriends comes to mind but such titles feel presumptions. friends with benefits is the next one, but that doesn’t sound right either. they’re somewhere in the middle, undefined. that’s okay though, being their own thing; their relationship has always been unique and unconventional, might as well keep the streak going. he untangles his fingers and smoothes his hand down keith’s nape along his spine. ]
A something that comes with you staying over more often, so we can work on our spooning and kissing, both of which are very important to our something-building.
[ something-building, like team-building, get it? he doesn’t mean to make jokes after a heart-to-heart, it’s just learned deflection. it’s habit. before the moment can settle and start eating away at him for showing his vulnerabilities, he has to change the mood. so excuse him, for smiling and teasing, like he hadn’t been talking about doubting victory and survival three minutes ago.
they’re already close. shiro’s voice continues to drop with each word, eyelids drooping. ]
Actually, we were doing that… [ he angles his face and brushes in. ] … Wanna…?
[ if there’s a response, shiro swallows it up by pressing his mouth to keith’s. that’s how they spend the rest of the evening. trading kisses and kissing more – or deeper, depending on who is asked – both boys have pink, kiss-swollen lips by the time they relax into an easy embrace, both settling in for a good night’s rest. however, they do not, in fact, practice their spooning, which is why keith will wake up to a hand on his ass, fingers clutching one cheek. ]