[ so here shiro is, standing with his legs to his shitty cot, the waistband of his pants stretched tight and low enough that he feels it on the beginning crease of his ass. he doesn’t dare let go of keith long enough to fix the fit however. he doesn’t trust the haziness of keith’s gaze or the purring quality of his voice as he leans into the hold of both hands, once again trying to eat up the space between them.
is it bad to find the hands upon his face… nice? it’s intimate in nature, only made softer by the lack of leather. it’s an odd time to think it: that keith isn’t wearing gloves. he hasn’t been the whole time shiro’s been in prison with him but it hasn’t been until now that shiro’s found reason to care. touch warm and fingers curled sweetly, shiro falters for a moment and lets another inch shave off between them, his knees wanting to go weak…
but. ]
No. [ he locks his elbows and keeps what distance is left. ] I can’t have you hating me when you sober up. [ because he would. shiro would hate himself too for taking advantage of keith's trust. keith had been so distressed over his sentencing when they spoke before. he didn’t even want shiro to see him like this and while that part can’t be avoided, shiro can certainly keep this from becoming worse. ]
So just… [ he gives up on worse for the moment and huffs instead, fingers gripping tighter as he manually hauls keith around to switch their positions. with keith’s back facing the bedding now, shiro pushes down until keith cooperates in bending his knees to sit upon the cot. ]
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is it bad to find the hands upon his face… nice? it’s intimate in nature, only made softer by the lack of leather. it’s an odd time to think it: that keith isn’t wearing gloves. he hasn’t been the whole time shiro’s been in prison with him but it hasn’t been until now that shiro’s found reason to care. touch warm and fingers curled sweetly, shiro falters for a moment and lets another inch shave off between them, his knees wanting to go weak…
but. ]
No. [ he locks his elbows and keeps what distance is left. ] I can’t have you hating me when you sober up. [ because he would. shiro would hate himself too for taking advantage of keith's trust. keith had been so distressed over his sentencing when they spoke before. he didn’t even want shiro to see him like this and while that part can’t be avoided, shiro can certainly keep this from becoming worse. ]
So just… [ he gives up on worse for the moment and huffs instead, fingers gripping tighter as he manually hauls keith around to switch their positions. with keith’s back facing the bedding now, shiro pushes down until keith cooperates in bending his knees to sit upon the cot. ]
Sit.