[ keith had said not too long ago that he isn't ready for shiro to see him this way. that much hasn't changed in the time since those words were said. but as with so many other things in prison, often it isn't a matter of choice, but a matter of when. comfort and dignity are afterthoughts to their prison overlords and with the fog clogging up keith's head, those priorities are seemingly melting away. unimportant.
a lot of things stop seeming important, actually. his stupid sense of pride, the bigger picture of voltron and the universe. hard to fathom anything outside of the warmth skittering up and down his nerves and centering around his crotch. shiro's arms tighten around him briefly and keith's next breath is hitched, lips parting to close around shiro's earlobe.
he misses though. his best friend jerks his head out of the way, and keith's lips close around nothing, leaving him disappointed but not discouraged. he shivers as hands shift along his body and his feet make contact with the floor. he should stand then? but hadn't shiro told him to sit?
keith leans heavily against shiro, hands coming away from his clothed erection to lock around the small of shiro's back instead, dick hard and obscene against shiro's hip. this isn't right is a thought that crosses keith's head, but doesn't take. nothing really seems to take. after all, isn't this leagues better than opening his mouth for a random cock in the library? ]
You should relax. I wanna sit on you.
[ the cubes all share an identical layout. shiro's cube is even less personalized than his own, and so keith steps forward, crowding and herding shiro in the direction of his cot. ]
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a lot of things stop seeming important, actually. his stupid sense of pride, the bigger picture of voltron and the universe. hard to fathom anything outside of the warmth skittering up and down his nerves and centering around his crotch. shiro's arms tighten around him briefly and keith's next breath is hitched, lips parting to close around shiro's earlobe.
he misses though. his best friend jerks his head out of the way, and keith's lips close around nothing, leaving him disappointed but not discouraged. he shivers as hands shift along his body and his feet make contact with the floor. he should stand then? but hadn't shiro told him to sit?
keith leans heavily against shiro, hands coming away from his clothed erection to lock around the small of shiro's back instead, dick hard and obscene against shiro's hip. this isn't right is a thought that crosses keith's head, but doesn't take. nothing really seems to take. after all, isn't this leagues better than opening his mouth for a random cock in the library? ]
You should relax. I wanna sit on you.
[ the cubes all share an identical layout. shiro's cube is even less personalized than his own, and so keith steps forward, crowding and herding shiro in the direction of his cot. ]