[ no. shiro is the luckiest guy alive. here he is, cradled in the arms of the most gorgeous boy in all the universes and all the realities, completely adored and completely kept safe. shiro rounds back to that word as he obediently tips his face, closing his eyes and giving himself over to keith’s indulgent nose nuzzles. his lips are still buzzing, his fingers, toes are still restless, his heart is still fluttering through its heartbeats; the feeling would be uncomfortable if it weren’t for the steadying repetition of safe, safe, safe in his head. that’s what he asked for and keith, as always, delivers. this boy is everything. this boy does everything. shiro is convinced that, if he asked for it, keith would move mountains for him. he’s already saved him one, two, three, how many times now? countless times during the war and dozens of smaller, less apparent, but still meaningful ways, yes, shiro owes this boy his life, his soul, his –
ah. shiro thinks, maybe, he loves him. he does love him through years of familiarity, but he thinks it’s crossed that line from familial and friendship. that love has saturated itself in affection, grown with fondness, and sprouted into the kind of bond that has him realizing that he doesn’t know how to exist without this boy. he adores him. he wants him. he loves him.
huh. now that he thinks it, he wonders why it’s taken him so long to realize. it’s not so difficult to see once he stops weighing it against responsibility and expectation, neither of which his influenced perception is allowing him to dwell on at present. right now, his mind is slowed with molasses-honeyed affection, leaving him clear-headed and void of inhibitions. nonetheless, he doesn’t blurt out the words, though they can be gleaned just as easily by the way he continues to cling and stare up at keith, eyes doe in their gentleness.
… but then keith’s nipping and whispering, and those eyes go half-lidded and distant behind a haze. it takes a moment for him to get his tongue working, the appendage rolling uselessly inside his mouth even as his lips flop and form. ]
Yeah. [ goodness; one word and he’s already pausing for a soft, needy sound, hands less clinging and more pawing at armor that is frustratingly solid. ] Maybe we should.
[ shiro has no green thumb, so the greenery around the cube isn’t anything worth admiring. nonetheless, there’s a patch of grass that looks soft enough. that is, of course, assuming keith means here. maybe he’ll walk him right back to the community center and undress him there, where it’s the busiest. the thought of so many eyes on him should unnerve him – nevermind the intimacy, he never warms to the idea of others seeing the flaws of his body – but instead, the mental image of keith holding him throughout that, demonstrating to everyone that shiro is his, only makes shiro’s cock throb and stiffen.
so he makes another noise, far higher and far whinier, desire overpowering any thought of self-restrain and self-preservation. ]
You could fuck me, too. Really lay claim to me in a way no one else has.
just too little time, woe
ah. shiro thinks, maybe, he loves him. he does love him through years of familiarity, but he thinks it’s crossed that line from familial and friendship. that love has saturated itself in affection, grown with fondness, and sprouted into the kind of bond that has him realizing that he doesn’t know how to exist without this boy. he adores him. he wants him. he loves him.
huh. now that he thinks it, he wonders why it’s taken him so long to realize. it’s not so difficult to see once he stops weighing it against responsibility and expectation, neither of which his influenced perception is allowing him to dwell on at present. right now, his mind is slowed with molasses-honeyed affection, leaving him clear-headed and void of inhibitions. nonetheless, he doesn’t blurt out the words, though they can be gleaned just as easily by the way he continues to cling and stare up at keith, eyes doe in their gentleness.
… but then keith’s nipping and whispering, and those eyes go half-lidded and distant behind a haze. it takes a moment for him to get his tongue working, the appendage rolling uselessly inside his mouth even as his lips flop and form. ]
Yeah. [ goodness; one word and he’s already pausing for a soft, needy sound, hands less clinging and more pawing at armor that is frustratingly solid. ] Maybe we should.
[ shiro has no green thumb, so the greenery around the cube isn’t anything worth admiring. nonetheless, there’s a patch of grass that looks soft enough. that is, of course, assuming keith means here. maybe he’ll walk him right back to the community center and undress him there, where it’s the busiest. the thought of so many eyes on him should unnerve him – nevermind the intimacy, he never warms to the idea of others seeing the flaws of his body – but instead, the mental image of keith holding him throughout that, demonstrating to everyone that shiro is his, only makes shiro’s cock throb and stiffen.
so he makes another noise, far higher and far whinier, desire overpowering any thought of self-restrain and self-preservation. ]
You could fuck me, too. Really lay claim to me in a way no one else has.