[ shiro's mind has been clogged with a disconnecting fog for awhile now, but now it's twinged with a different haze. it's sweet and affection-laden, synapses firing slow in awareness for everything not centered around this boy. it's as though his very makings depend on being accepted by keith and keith, perhaps not fully in tune with shiro's direction of thought but always willing to be the rock for shiro to cling to, readily puts his arms around him. there are layers between them – vest, shirt, gloves, armor – but shiro's body knows these arms well, so he doesn't need much for an immediate flutter in his chest or a deep-seated thrum that threatens to liquify him into a pleasurable goo.
he redirects his hands, grasping at the ridiculously rounded, armored shoulder pads. the points of contact help stabilize his weakened knees, the whole of him already leaning into the hold, subconsciously searching for more. needing more. keith, of course, provides. those arms of his are coaxed into a loop and then his legs are swept out from under him. the subsequent moment is filled with wonder. awe. the kind of feeling that digs deep into his belly and has him squirming. not long, of course, because even his compromised brain recognizes that he shouldn't be making this more difficult for keith, even though he's strong, even though he's capable, even though he's the finest man shiro has ever known. ]
Mmhm.
[ humming his approval to the direction of his plan, shiro goes pliant in keith's arms, even going so far as to curl further, resting his head to the gap of his arm and keith's shoulder. a paladin dressed in, mostly, white armor; it's pretty close to those fairy tales of white knights riding in to save the fair maidens. does that make shiro the damsel in distress? The thought comes unbidden but it's humor that welcomes it, rather than the more usual rebuke that dominates shiro's response any time his capability is called into question.
so he continues to allow himself to be cared for, absolutely submissive to the comforting hold and warmth of keith's body that may not be able to be felt through the armor but is imagined through other means. throughout the walk back, shiro barely comprehends the change of scenery. out of the cargo bay and into far more familiar territory, shiro still doesn't think much of the path they're on or anticipate how much longer until they reach the cube. Instead, he finds himself focusing on fellow prisoners. ]
People keep staring.
[ not everyone does a double-take, but it happens often enough that it calls a pleased, somewhat dazed smile to shiro's lips. they do make a sight, don't they? keith is effortlessly gorgeous, even all covered up in gaudily designed armor, but it's the size difference, he thinks, which is the attention draw. well, that and – ]
Do you think they know I belong to you?
[ the jovial quality to his musing leaves no doubt: shiro is pleased by the very idea. ]
I hope they do. [ a beat, a huffed laugh. ] They should. Look how you spoil me… of course I’m yours.
Distressing! ... Actually, true. Too easy to add aus to the list
he redirects his hands, grasping at the ridiculously rounded, armored shoulder pads. the points of contact help stabilize his weakened knees, the whole of him already leaning into the hold, subconsciously searching for more. needing more. keith, of course, provides. those arms of his are coaxed into a loop and then his legs are swept out from under him. the subsequent moment is filled with wonder. awe. the kind of feeling that digs deep into his belly and has him squirming. not long, of course, because even his compromised brain recognizes that he shouldn't be making this more difficult for keith, even though he's strong, even though he's capable, even though he's the finest man shiro has ever known. ]
Mmhm.
[ humming his approval to the direction of his plan, shiro goes pliant in keith's arms, even going so far as to curl further, resting his head to the gap of his arm and keith's shoulder. a paladin dressed in, mostly, white armor; it's pretty close to those fairy tales of white knights riding in to save the fair maidens. does that make shiro the damsel in distress? The thought comes unbidden but it's humor that welcomes it, rather than the more usual rebuke that dominates shiro's response any time his capability is called into question.
so he continues to allow himself to be cared for, absolutely submissive to the comforting hold and warmth of keith's body that may not be able to be felt through the armor but is imagined through other means. throughout the walk back, shiro barely comprehends the change of scenery. out of the cargo bay and into far more familiar territory, shiro still doesn't think much of the path they're on or anticipate how much longer until they reach the cube. Instead, he finds himself focusing on fellow prisoners. ]
People keep staring.
[ not everyone does a double-take, but it happens often enough that it calls a pleased, somewhat dazed smile to shiro's lips. they do make a sight, don't they? keith is effortlessly gorgeous, even all covered up in gaudily designed armor, but it's the size difference, he thinks, which is the attention draw. well, that and – ]
Do you think they know I belong to you?
[ the jovial quality to his musing leaves no doubt: shiro is pleased by the very idea. ]
I hope they do. [ a beat, a huffed laugh. ] They should. Look how you spoil me… of course I’m yours.