[ the world around them, from the snow encasing him to the ever present knowledge that they’re stuck in a prison, has gone blurry at the edges. soft and languid, shiro is a contented heap of good feeling, the fading sparks of pleasure still teasing, still keeping his hand moving through the sticky mess now spread all over his torso. he hums and smiles as keith shifts higher, looking up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes. those eyes slip shut in the next moment, freely giving himself over to the demands of keith’s lips. the moment is idyllic, only made better with murmured words that make his heart sing, even if keith is stealing his words. not just the ones he’s already spoken, but then ones that are inside his head, because that’s what keith is, too. the most beautiful person he’s ever known, inside and out.
the argument over who is the prettier of the two, thankfully, never comes to fruition. shiro is a touch too slow to form the words, his mind sluggish and his tongue worse, with how uncooperative it is to actually perform for any significant verbalization. so he hums again, hands coming up to loop around keith’s neck, cum dirtied hand smearing obvious lines across his undersuit. white on black, it's a poor imitation of the gaudy neck guard that usually comes with this ensemble. the thought has hum huffing with faint amusement, head lolling to rest against his looped arm as keith hefts him up.
there is little time to rest, however. keith is still saying the sweetest things, even as he begins to stand, and soon, it's like a shot of energy to shiro’s sated body. i want to love you. keith picks him up like he doesn’t outweigh him by forty, fifty pounds. the orgasm is too fresh for him to do anything with the fresh wave of heat that fills his belly, but he does help by wrapping legs to keith’s hips and lifting his head, swinging in close to touch their noses. ]
I’ll let you do anything. I belong to you.
[ the nuzzle that follows is indulgent in its affection, shiro’s face crowding keith’s, completely unconcerned that he’s blocking keith’s sight of where he’s meant to go to get them out of here. ]
So love me and I’ll love you, too.
[ simply said, like it’s easy. like it’s a given. he punctuates the statement with a chaste kiss, close-lipped and sweet. ]
yes. so blame yourself, not me
the argument over who is the prettier of the two, thankfully, never comes to fruition. shiro is a touch too slow to form the words, his mind sluggish and his tongue worse, with how uncooperative it is to actually perform for any significant verbalization. so he hums again, hands coming up to loop around keith’s neck, cum dirtied hand smearing obvious lines across his undersuit. white on black, it's a poor imitation of the gaudy neck guard that usually comes with this ensemble. the thought has hum huffing with faint amusement, head lolling to rest against his looped arm as keith hefts him up.
there is little time to rest, however. keith is still saying the sweetest things, even as he begins to stand, and soon, it's like a shot of energy to shiro’s sated body. i want to love you. keith picks him up like he doesn’t outweigh him by forty, fifty pounds. the orgasm is too fresh for him to do anything with the fresh wave of heat that fills his belly, but he does help by wrapping legs to keith’s hips and lifting his head, swinging in close to touch their noses. ]
I’ll let you do anything. I belong to you.
[ the nuzzle that follows is indulgent in its affection, shiro’s face crowding keith’s, completely unconcerned that he’s blocking keith’s sight of where he’s meant to go to get them out of here. ]
So love me and I’ll love you, too.
[ simply said, like it’s easy. like it’s a given. he punctuates the statement with a chaste kiss, close-lipped and sweet. ]