[ of course it wouldn’t be that easy. shiro knows better than that; should because hell, he’d pulled his pants down and hid his hard dick in a bookshelf due to some aphrodisiac clogging his senses. if he’d been willing to jerk one out in the midst of a library, why wouldn’t keith come onto him in a private, enclosed space? because they’re best friends, is the argument shiro picks; one that he wishes actually meant something here.
keith leans into him and it’s more than the weight of keith’s body that he feels. hands touch his back and something hard digs into his hip. something, right. the dryness of his own thoughts has his mind backtracking and amending the word, so helpfully supplying cock instead and subsequently, making shiro stumble back a step from the shock of it. one step turns into two and it’s easy to get caught up in the momentum of it because part of him is hardwired to put distance between himself and keith.
it improves nothing. keith’s clinging and every heel-toe step jostles keith against him, bumping, brushing, teasing that cock against his hip as he goes. heat climbs up shiro’s neck and his throat feels parched, voice coming out higher and thinner. ]
Keith. [ it lacks the disciplinary edge. it’s more pleading in nature, like he’s bargaining for pity. but then the free space runs out and shiro feels the edge of the cot touch the back of his thighs. that seemingly breaks him of his temporary frailty. abruptly, he takes keith by the shoulders and extends his arms, forcing distance between them. ]
No you don’t. [ hardening his expression, shiro frowns. ] That’s the aphro talking.
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keith leans into him and it’s more than the weight of keith’s body that he feels. hands touch his back and something hard digs into his hip. something, right. the dryness of his own thoughts has his mind backtracking and amending the word, so helpfully supplying cock instead and subsequently, making shiro stumble back a step from the shock of it. one step turns into two and it’s easy to get caught up in the momentum of it because part of him is hardwired to put distance between himself and keith.
it improves nothing. keith’s clinging and every heel-toe step jostles keith against him, bumping, brushing, teasing that cock against his hip as he goes. heat climbs up shiro’s neck and his throat feels parched, voice coming out higher and thinner. ]
Keith. [ it lacks the disciplinary edge. it’s more pleading in nature, like he’s bargaining for pity. but then the free space runs out and shiro feels the edge of the cot touch the back of his thighs. that seemingly breaks him of his temporary frailty. abruptly, he takes keith by the shoulders and extends his arms, forcing distance between them. ]
No you don’t. [ hardening his expression, shiro frowns. ] That’s the aphro talking.