[ well shit, apparently he should have handcuffed his legs too. how does he have them so tightly locked? shiro shouldn’t be all that surprised by the strength of them. he’s seen keith knock the wind out of sendak with one well executed kick and that was back when keith was smaller. trying not to hurt him, shiro doesn’t yank with all his strength and certainly doesn’t utilize his cheats in a certain galra arm. so he’s stuck in this yo-yoing of push-pull, hands sliding down his calves to grasp his ankles instead.
every failed moment of breaking himself loose has them brushing together. with the positioning, keith’s ass is more or less in his lap, meaning… – ignore it. difficult to when there’s weight and warmth nestled against a part of him that is a little more awake than it ought to be. he doesn’t know which part is more damning: that his interest had piqued almost immediately upon seeing keith bent over or that a knee to the back didn’t kill his completely inappropriate, fully unintentional bodily reaction.
keith talking about fucking other dudes sobers that reaction though. panic for both his inability to fully control himself and for the unraveling of their friendship, at least temporarily, has shiro snapping: ]
I said no! [ and he gives into forcing his strength, handling keith rougher as he breaks the tight lock of his ankles. ] It’s not up for discussion.
[ he huffs through the words and grunts by the end, breath sporadic because he’s manually moving those uncooperative legs around, trying to detangle himself. ]
You don’t see it right now, but I’m doing this because I care about you!
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every failed moment of breaking himself loose has them brushing together. with the positioning, keith’s ass is more or less in his lap, meaning… – ignore it. difficult to when there’s weight and warmth nestled against a part of him that is a little more awake than it ought to be. he doesn’t know which part is more damning: that his interest had piqued almost immediately upon seeing keith bent over or that a knee to the back didn’t kill his completely inappropriate, fully unintentional bodily reaction.
keith talking about fucking other dudes sobers that reaction though. panic for both his inability to fully control himself and for the unraveling of their friendship, at least temporarily, has shiro snapping: ]
I said no! [ and he gives into forcing his strength, handling keith rougher as he breaks the tight lock of his ankles. ] It’s not up for discussion.
[ he huffs through the words and grunts by the end, breath sporadic because he’s manually moving those uncooperative legs around, trying to detangle himself. ]
You don’t see it right now, but I’m doing this because I care about you!