[ how is it possible for him to feel guilty for doing the right thing? halting keith’s influenced advances is undoubtedly the correct action to be taking and yet, watching keith pause and stare, before hiding his face with a downward bend has shiro feeling as though he’s done the exact opposite. he feels as though he’s wronged keith. a ridiculous notion, truly. the only way shiro can wrong keith here is by giving into his aphro demands. which he won’t, because it’s not like shiro is tempted. it’s not like he wants. except…
in the next moment, keith’s offering his ass both in words and in action, and as per usual, shiro is dumbfounded, standing there with his mouth softly parted, staring at keith’s bare ass. he should look away, he knows he should, but he keeps on staring, wide-eyed and embarrassingly unblinking. the booty shorts were a tease and not nearly enough to prepare him. voluptuous and round, keith’s ass is, surprisingly, fatty, looking both solid enough to take a beating, yet soft enough to meld under squeezing, coaxing fingers. those of his left twitch at the mere suggestion before promptly squeezing into a fist. ]
I…
[ he trails off, having no idea where that thought was meant to go. keith’s attractive, there’s no shame in acknowledging that under normal circumstances… but these aren’t normal circumstances and instead of him being a supportive best friend wanting to bolster his friend’s self-confidence in pursuing others, shiro is stuck thinking about how keith looks good bent over in his bed and in full offer to him.
he takes a step forward as though he has no control over himself. and maybe he doesn’t, because he feels something else twitch and this time, it’s not his fingers. ]
Keith…
[ when at a loss, saying keith’s name is his go-to. he takes another step and pauses, finally with effort, shifting his gaze from keith’s nakedness to stare at the floor paneling next to the bed. he’s not going to. he’s not tempted. he’s not. just. ]
I… [ that again, huh? he frowns and swallows through the thick feeling in his throat, voice curious and oddly vulnerable. ] You really want that?
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in the next moment, keith’s offering his ass both in words and in action, and as per usual, shiro is dumbfounded, standing there with his mouth softly parted, staring at keith’s bare ass. he should look away, he knows he should, but he keeps on staring, wide-eyed and embarrassingly unblinking. the booty shorts were a tease and not nearly enough to prepare him. voluptuous and round, keith’s ass is, surprisingly, fatty, looking both solid enough to take a beating, yet soft enough to meld under squeezing, coaxing fingers. those of his left twitch at the mere suggestion before promptly squeezing into a fist. ]
I…
[ he trails off, having no idea where that thought was meant to go. keith’s attractive, there’s no shame in acknowledging that under normal circumstances… but these aren’t normal circumstances and instead of him being a supportive best friend wanting to bolster his friend’s self-confidence in pursuing others, shiro is stuck thinking about how keith looks good bent over in his bed and in full offer to him.
he takes a step forward as though he has no control over himself. and maybe he doesn’t, because he feels something else twitch and this time, it’s not his fingers. ]
Keith…
[ when at a loss, saying keith’s name is his go-to. he takes another step and pauses, finally with effort, shifting his gaze from keith’s nakedness to stare at the floor paneling next to the bed. he’s not going to. he’s not tempted. he’s not. just. ]
I… [ that again, huh? he frowns and swallows through the thick feeling in his throat, voice curious and oddly vulnerable. ] You really want that?