[ of course he wants that. just like of course shiro would take care of him. they say it so freely, like it’s a given that they could fit sex within the carefully constructed boundaries of their friendship, because their friendship is so strong, that not even sex could topple it. shiro isn’t so sure though. shiro knows first hand how strong these alien, aphro concoctions are. they make you forget yourself and do things you would otherwise never do… right? yeah. shiro regrets the library. he doesn’t still think of it and wonder what a second meeting would be like. if the same happened for keith and keith came to in an hour to regret and feel sick and run away from this situation as quickly as shiro had in the library…
shiro feels a little sick himself, because he’s a lech, taking advantage of his best friend in his most vulnerable state. you see, his gaze is drawn to the movement of keith’s hand and shiro can’t bring himself to do the honorable thing of looking away as before. his breath hitches almost in perfect synchronization with keith’s own, eagerly watching the pale softness of keith’s inner cheeks go glossy with spit.
he trusts me, he repeats to himself, and can’t decide what it is he’s feeling. honored? happy? proud? that out of everyone keith has come to know both here and during the gap in their timeline, keith still values shiro above all else. it’s humbling. it’s inspiring. it’s… a little bit of everything for shiro, because shiro trusts keith impeccably and as much as he loves seeing keith become more than the tiny cadet who followed in his footsteps, shiro doesn’t actually want to be left behind. he wants to always be a part of keith’s life; hopefully with the continued title as his most trusted friend.
which is why this is difficult. violate keith’s trust by delivering on what he trusts him to do? or keep keith’s trust by arguing that keith can’t possibly entrust him with this?
he draws a breath, watching the slickness of keith’s index brush at his rim and then exhales: ]
Okay.
[ he already knows he can’t handle keith playing with his hole. so three strides and he’s within distance to grasp keith by the wrist. another two steps and he’s a breath away from brushing the vaguely interested twitch in his pants up against keith’s ass. he almost seems surprised to be there, as though he had no concept for moving and with the brush of their bodies, he pauses and closes his eyes, chin tucked as he draws a steadying breath. one, two and then he reopens, letting go of keith’s wrist in favor of touching his hips to his thighs to his pants…
he grips the waistband and hauls it up, covering keith’s ass. he grips him at the waist now, partly to keep the waistband firmly in place in case other hands get ideas and partly to ground him through the sweetly addictive want that’s playing at his mind and leaving him feeling weak. ]
Then ask me again when the aphro is through your system.
[ if keith still wants it then, when he can think clearly… maybe… – shiro bites his lip and gives keith’s left hip a pat before letting go and taking a cautious backward step. behave, behave, behave… ]
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shiro feels a little sick himself, because he’s a lech, taking advantage of his best friend in his most vulnerable state. you see, his gaze is drawn to the movement of keith’s hand and shiro can’t bring himself to do the honorable thing of looking away as before. his breath hitches almost in perfect synchronization with keith’s own, eagerly watching the pale softness of keith’s inner cheeks go glossy with spit.
he trusts me, he repeats to himself, and can’t decide what it is he’s feeling. honored? happy? proud? that out of everyone keith has come to know both here and during the gap in their timeline, keith still values shiro above all else. it’s humbling. it’s inspiring. it’s… a little bit of everything for shiro, because shiro trusts keith impeccably and as much as he loves seeing keith become more than the tiny cadet who followed in his footsteps, shiro doesn’t actually want to be left behind. he wants to always be a part of keith’s life; hopefully with the continued title as his most trusted friend.
which is why this is difficult. violate keith’s trust by delivering on what he trusts him to do? or keep keith’s trust by arguing that keith can’t possibly entrust him with this?
he draws a breath, watching the slickness of keith’s index brush at his rim and then exhales: ]
Okay.
[ he already knows he can’t handle keith playing with his hole. so three strides and he’s within distance to grasp keith by the wrist. another two steps and he’s a breath away from brushing the vaguely interested twitch in his pants up against keith’s ass. he almost seems surprised to be there, as though he had no concept for moving and with the brush of their bodies, he pauses and closes his eyes, chin tucked as he draws a steadying breath. one, two and then he reopens, letting go of keith’s wrist in favor of touching his hips to his thighs to his pants…
he grips the waistband and hauls it up, covering keith’s ass. he grips him at the waist now, partly to keep the waistband firmly in place in case other hands get ideas and partly to ground him through the sweetly addictive want that’s playing at his mind and leaving him feeling weak. ]
Then ask me again when the aphro is through your system.
[ if keith still wants it then, when he can think clearly… maybe… – shiro bites his lip and gives keith’s left hip a pat before letting go and taking a cautious backward step. behave, behave, behave… ]