[ true. promises like that really shouldn’t be made on a whim, not when there is so little to fill in the emptiness of such a reassurance. the thing is, though, that it isn’t empty, because keith is the one making it. most days, shiro doesn’t believe in much of anything. teamwork, the value of hard work, perseverance, the good of the universe: yes, yes, yes, yes, everything gets a checkmark next to it, not because shiro is genuine in his belief, but because it is necessary that he upkeep the illusion that he does. most days, shiro doesn’t even believe in himself. hard to, when he shuts down at certain stimuli, can’t remember certain things, functions in a torn apart body, has a lion ejecting him into space – the point is, every day is a test of endurance and shiro is doing his best to simply exist.
keith is the exception. if shiro believes in anything, it’s this boy.
so shiro doesn’t balk at the readiness of keith’s words; he simply believes them. it’s the quickest shiro has ever come to calm, all doubt and all second guessing gone quiet in his head as he merely opens his mouth obediently and allows keith to taste him as deeply as he likes. tongue touching his, shiro moans easily and goes pliant, only moving to allow keith room to pull his pants down lower. yes, he wants the clothing gone, because he wants to be bare and open for keith to take him… but this necessitates the kiss being broken, to which he laments with a whine. still, he moves as needed, sitting up on his elbows to watch keith fiddle with the clasps of his boots.
he sighs now, smiling small and looking dreamy with it. ]
That’s my Keith. [ so sure. So dependable. So ready to take on any obstacle. ] My strong, beautiful Keith…
[ he’s languid in the moment, lounging on his arms and watching keith undress him, but soon, shiro sits up further to shrug out of his daddy vest and pull the shirt over his head. to the floor they go, piling close to his now discarded boots. keith’s finishing with his pants and underwear now and once free, shiro leans back into the pillow, dragging one leg up, bending the knee and planting the foot. ]
I didn’t think I could have this. Thought I was too far gone to find love. You make it so easy, though. [ that ceiling pointed knee knocks to the side, fanning out his leg to a forty-five angle and teasingly opening himself up. he exhales a soft, amused sound, smile still lazy. ]
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keith is the exception. if shiro believes in anything, it’s this boy.
so shiro doesn’t balk at the readiness of keith’s words; he simply believes them. it’s the quickest shiro has ever come to calm, all doubt and all second guessing gone quiet in his head as he merely opens his mouth obediently and allows keith to taste him as deeply as he likes. tongue touching his, shiro moans easily and goes pliant, only moving to allow keith room to pull his pants down lower. yes, he wants the clothing gone, because he wants to be bare and open for keith to take him… but this necessitates the kiss being broken, to which he laments with a whine. still, he moves as needed, sitting up on his elbows to watch keith fiddle with the clasps of his boots.
he sighs now, smiling small and looking dreamy with it. ]
That’s my Keith. [ so sure. So dependable. So ready to take on any obstacle. ] My strong, beautiful Keith…
[ he’s languid in the moment, lounging on his arms and watching keith undress him, but soon, shiro sits up further to shrug out of his
daddyvest and pull the shirt over his head. to the floor they go, piling close to his now discarded boots. keith’s finishing with his pants and underwear now and once free, shiro leans back into the pillow, dragging one leg up, bending the knee and planting the foot. ]I didn’t think I could have this. Thought I was too far gone to find love. You make it so easy, though. [ that ceiling pointed knee knocks to the side, fanning out his leg to a forty-five angle and teasingly opening himself up. he exhales a soft, amused sound, smile still lazy. ]
You’re kind of irresistible, you know that?