[ despite keith's insistence from just moments ago, when its met with resistance and a show of strength on shiro's part, keith goes oddly pliant, allowing shiro to twist them around. keith swallows, cheeks burning a dusky pink as shiro gives his shoulders a solid push down. knees bend and keith does as instructed, sitting on the edge of the cot as he slowly drags his gaze from shiro's eyes down the length of his torso to stop right at his crotch. ]

Oh... [ his tone stays soft, almost dreamy in his slow comprehension. ] You want me to suck you off?

[ now that he's at roughly eye level, the lack of tenting in shiro's pants does seem like a big oversight on his part. his expression turns slightly sheepish then, but he wets his lips and leans forward to try and nose at his best friend's inner thighs. ]

I can do that. Heh. [ fuck, he might even be good at this. not that he'd stuck around long enough to ask the guy at the library but clearly he didn't have any issues getting off. ] Why would I hate you anyway? You'd actually take care of me.