[ it's a little jarring how quickly shiro shifs from budding arousal to self-reproach. keith barely gets a chance to blink before the lovely view he had of shiro's ass is promptly taken away and his boy starts clambering out of bed.

perhaps just as funny as shiro's switch in demeanor then, is keith's. from confused one beat to damn near offended for having his prize taken away so soon, keith possessively grabs hold of shiro's hips with a growled: ]

No!

[ the word comes out more forcefully than intended, clearly startling keith himself in the process as he blinks and looks towards shiro's face, a hot flush spreading across his cheeks. he hiccups a far gentler laugh when they lock eyes, the vice grip he had on shiro loosening quickly. ]

Heh. I didn't mean to get loud. I just want you to stay and be comfortable. So don't be sorry. We can use...

[ fuck. self-consciousness makes keith lose his nerve for a moment, expression shy as his thoughts circle around the absurdity of his hybrid biology. frankly, keith isn't sure when or if the copious amounts of slick his body can produce will ever feelnormal, but for now that isn't the point.

whether his body is normal, abnormal, or somewhere in between doesn't truly matter because shiro accepts him as is. and right now? maybe he doesn't have to have any mixed feelings about slickyglands when they provide a neat solution to the problem at hand. ...or heh a messy one, depending on perspective. grabbing hold of shiro's flesh hand, keith squeezes and smiles hopefully. ]

We can use me. Would you like that, babe?