[ keith goes sweet faced, and being idiot that shiro is, falls for it. a smile comes to him upon being faced with keith’s obvious delight, feeling something warm and pleasant settle deep within his chest. sure, shiro’d been corralled into giving keith that kiss but shiro isn’t put off as he should be. he quickly finds himself deciding that it wasn’t bad at all, especially when an action so simple can have keith looking like that. seems he completely overlooks the aphrodisiac in the moment; luckily, keith promptly reminds him that the effects are in full swing.
he makes the fatal mistake of rolling his eyes up toward the ceiling, exasperated with that other cheeks comment and not at all interested in it. the inward groan he gives it promptly becomes an actual groan as said cheeks make contact with his crotch. startled, he jerks his head down, leveling it, and openly stares, again, as keith makes himself comfortable on the bed. far too comfortable, honestly.
he looks because how can he not? the last time shiro saw keith shirtless, he’d been a petite thing, with barely there definition. now the muscle is more pronounced. he’d gotten a preview of this before in laundry, but even a wet tank top keeps some modesty and so, shiro finds something new, and somewhat alarming, in the many inches of bare skin. the contours of his chest, the points of his half-dimes, the flatness of his stomach as it leads to a tenting in his pants that keith isn’t at all ashamed of anymore… – shiro clears his throat and twists on his heel to put his back to his best friend. ]
Good. Okay. Stay there.
[ the rambling seems to help him refocus and upon doing so, he crosses over to his locker, opening it up. among other knickknacks acquired here and there, sit the fuzzy handcuffs from that how not to break things class. snatching them up, he closes the locker and makes his way back to keith’s side. this time, he doesn’t stop. this time, he crawls onto the bed himself. settled on his calves, ass seated on his heels, shiro sits next to keith’s hip. the bed isn’t wide at all, so the fit is a tight one with shiro pressed up against him, the toes of his sneakers hanging off the cot’s edge. ]
Yeah? [ he holds up the leopard-printed handcuffs, eyes hopeful. ] Thinking these could be fun? [ a beat; feeling like he needs to sell it, he tacks on a: ] I don’t want you to be tempted to do anything other than lie there and enjoy while I take care of you.
no subject
he makes the fatal mistake of rolling his eyes up toward the ceiling, exasperated with that other cheeks comment and not at all interested in it. the inward groan he gives it promptly becomes an actual groan as said cheeks make contact with his crotch. startled, he jerks his head down, leveling it, and openly stares, again, as keith makes himself comfortable on the bed. far too comfortable, honestly.
he looks because how can he not? the last time shiro saw keith shirtless, he’d been a petite thing, with barely there definition. now the muscle is more pronounced. he’d gotten a preview of this before in laundry, but even a wet tank top keeps some modesty and so, shiro finds something new, and somewhat alarming, in the many inches of bare skin. the contours of his chest, the points of his half-dimes, the flatness of his stomach as it leads to a tenting in his pants that keith isn’t at all ashamed of anymore… – shiro clears his throat and twists on his heel to put his back to his best friend. ]
Good. Okay. Stay there.
[ the rambling seems to help him refocus and upon doing so, he crosses over to his locker, opening it up. among other knickknacks acquired here and there, sit the fuzzy handcuffs from that how not to break things class. snatching them up, he closes the locker and makes his way back to keith’s side. this time, he doesn’t stop. this time, he crawls onto the bed himself. settled on his calves, ass seated on his heels, shiro sits next to keith’s hip. the bed isn’t wide at all, so the fit is a tight one with shiro pressed up against him, the toes of his sneakers hanging off the cot’s edge. ]
Yeah? [ he holds up the leopard-printed handcuffs, eyes hopeful. ] Thinking these could be fun? [ a beat; feeling like he needs to sell it, he tacks on a: ] I don’t want you to be tempted to do anything other than lie there and enjoy while I take care of you.