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[ dressing room is misleading. the one here provides bottom wrung level privacy. he shouldn’t complain, even silently, because considering lon sheremi’s eccentricities, it could be so much worse. at least the drapes are a solid, dark purple and not, say, sheer, sparkly toile. no walls though, means voices carry. the mix of voices from the crew, as well as accompanying sounds of people moving about should drown out anything they have to say in this enclosed space. nonetheless, he appreciates the added precaution.

… though, after he hears the entirety of what keith has to say, he thinks, maybe it would be better if they didn’t speak at all. too late; shiro gives keith a pitiful look, shaking his head. ]

No.

[ if he doesn’t explain it now, he’ll just have to explain it later – or worse, keith will ask someone else, like lance or hunk. can’t have that. it’s better to bite the bullet and deal with it, preferably while gathering their things as an added distractor. with that in mind, shiro gestures to the corner of the draped section where some orange is neatly folded. he’s assuming that’s keith’s. ]

Like… physically helping me get ready to shoot the scene. [ this is keith. he’s talking to keith. shiro has the utmost faith in keith… just not so much the areas of understanding social cues or innuendo. so remembering that, cringing at that and ultimately, accepting that, shiro gestures at his crotch with a wave of his metal hand. ]

Ready here.

[ still not as blunt as he could be, but sufficient enough that shiro makes sure he holds position until keith looks and then he ducks into the other area divided by the curtain. he’s looking for his things – it’s not only to hide. ]

[ it's fortunate that shiro has the foresight to elaborate before keith can beat him to it because that was indeed the path they were trekking. keith's brow wrinkles briefly with confusion, then comprehension makes him go a little wide-eyed when he follows shiro's gesturing down to his crotch. before keith can say anything though, shiro disappears behind his side of the partitioned room, leaving keith with a squirmy feeling in his stomach.

what was it lon sheremi had said? it'll make you feel better? keith quickly shakes himself from his memory stupor, turning around to focus on his folded prison uniform. trying to stay focused on changing out of his ridiculous costume proves to be impossible when his brain is seemingly intent on playing back the taunt that prompted his initial outburst. presumably, that amount must be working for shiro if it's been a while since they

i'm sensing some repression here. keith bites his lower lip hard as he picks at the buttons of his lab coat. is he not fucking you enough, kid? that's -- a whole host of things. laughable, pathetic , depressing all blended into something a little too real. of course, the fact of the matter is that they're not having sex at all... which is fine assuming none is the exact amount at which they're both satisfied.

with only one or two kisses traded between them in the weeks since last month, keith has to assume that for shiro at least, none is perfectly adequate. perhaps in a context other than porn prison, keith might have felt much the same way. after all, he's always been content to leave his sexuality an unanswered and unexplored mystery. porn prison's taken that luxury away however, and he's learned quite a fair bit about himself that he can't unlearn. against better judgment, keith lets his thoughts wander back towards anon's cock forcing him open as he shrugs the costume off his shoulders. he knows there's no need to feel guilt or shame over his sex life, but lately the two go hand in hand whenever he thinks about how shiro treats him in comparison. but then again, shiro's obviously having sex with others in prison. toji, for starters.

so.

keith scrunches his face, breathing out a heavy sigh. ]

You'd prefer someone else for that anyway.

[ the question is ill advised and perhaps a touch bitter, but keith tries to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh. the lab coat comes off, and he reaches for his folded tank and pulls it on over head.

from outside, there's a brief lull in background chatter as lon shouts across the studio: ]

Oh yeah, kid! Make sure you get a nice fat plug inside you. We don't have all day to let beefcake over there take his time with ya.

[ shiro is very good at talking himself down from deteriorating circumstances. his wrist monitor is beeping more frequently? mind over matter, he just needs to power through to the kerberos finish line, then he can rest. adam is far more distant than a few months ago? it’s the stress of the upcoming mission; they love each other, nothing can break them. certain community service requirements aren’t being met between keith and himself? must be the ankle monitors. it can’t be incompatibility. it can’t be that some need isn’t being met between them, that they are incapable of bonding through the experience. some people explain this as stubbornness. others dub it selfishness. it’s controlled recklessness and for the most part, it serves shiro well in keeping him striving forward and never looking back… up until the moment everything comes to a head. it’s an inevitability, there is no escaping it, no matter his level of bullheadedness, and right here, right now, he’s thinking that he’s made a blunder. he took do it our way to mean do it shiro’s way.

he hasn’t learned much from his broken engagement to adam, huh? briefly, he wonders if the 4 by 6 photograph of adam the aliens gifted him with is meant to serve as some subtle reminder. he doesn’t really want to consider the possibility of the aliens utilizing his past relationship as a lesson for a new, potential relationship, so he shakes his head, vehemently telling himself no.

so he’s right back to where he was before: thinking that he hasn’t been affirmative enough in his attraction. if he had been, keith wouldn’t be so certain that shiro doesn’t want him. it’s such a contrast to the truth, but shiro can see how it got to this point. weeks spent together without actually being together, in a place that actively promotes people becoming physical with one another… it doesn’t do much for the confidence levels when they’ve only kissed a few times and done nothing else.

having managed to get his crop top off and pull his long sleeve on, shiro pauses, vest held between both his hands as he stares at the drape separating them. i prefer you above everyone. even the guy shiro’s regularly been hooking up with, who he may or may not be harboring an ill-advised attachment to. anonymous makes him feel free and unbelievably good, but keith is… well, keith. keith will always be held aloft in the top slot of shiro’s favor; everyone else is competing for second place, honestly.

he never makes it so far as opening his mouth though. lon sheremi’s voice cuts through and shiro has to shut his eyes in the aftermath. actually, bad idea, because now he has nothing to distract him from the instantaneous image of keith bent over, curving his spine and looking over his shoulder, as shiro lubes up a plug and thumbs at a cheek to –

he feels a throb in between his legs and quickly opens his eyes, trying to dislodge himself from the image. these shorts are far too itty bitty. he needs to get out of them and pull on his pants, maybe even sling his belt lower. instead, he still stands there, clutching at his vest, breath stuttering into an inopportune laugh. ]

He’s right.

[ wait, shit. not about that. he laughs again, just as disbelieving as before, the weight of the moment clearly getting the best of him. ]

I would take my time with you. [ a beat. ] Do. [ then softer on a sigh, intended for himself. ] Too much time.

[ another pause that drags, only to be broken by a shift in his voice; not panicked, not impatient… just eager to put distance between himself and here. ]

Are you done changing? I’m not but – let’s get out of here? [ because he doesn’t like what it has keith thinking and feeling. he doesn’t like what it’s doing to himself either. mostly: ] I don’t want this to be our first time together. I want something better for us. So – go? Now?

Edited (gross a typo) 2022-07-07 22:39 (UTC)

[ keith splutters, face going cherry red in the immediate aftermath of lon's comment and his scandal is made only worse with the knowledge that in the next beat lon's gone right back to chit chatting with judy. he's the only one getting worked up here, and keith doesn't know how to articulate why. they were already leaving, so whatever the director wants is and has always been irrelevant. it's just .... what? that he's a prude?

fuck. he didn't think he was? or at least, he'd figured prudes wouldn't be going around presenting themselves to anons through glory holes, but the ease with which lon talks about his body is disconcerting. can keith even casually tell somene he's fucking to go slip in a plug? apparently not, considering his one repeat partner is someone he doesn't physically speak to.

there are a whole slew of implications to unpack in that. messed up ones, really. is he dealing with repression? stupidity? perhaps both? increasingly exasperated with himself, keith is about to yell back a choice retort when shiro beats him to the punch. except... shiro isn't addressing lon, he's speaking to keith. like the rest of them don't even matter.

instantly soothed, keith quietens, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as he listens. if anything, he's expecting a joke at lon sheremi's expense. instead, there's ... affirmation? mercifully, the curtains obscure shiro from seeing keith's doubletake but the longer his best friend continues to speak in somber tones, the more confused incredulity mellows into something harder to place. there's a healthy amount of embarrassment, sure, but it's twinged with regret as well. ]

Gimme a sec.

[ get out of here. right. that's the easy part to address in all this. keith tugs at his tiny white booty shorts and pulls on his long orange yoga pants over the knee highs. if he's walking out of here, he's at least doing so in a slightly more dignified manner. next, he scoops up his clothes and boots and draws back his curtain. ]

Okay. I'm ready to leave. [ ] and before nerves can get the better of him, keith is quick to add: ] And just so you know, there doesn't have to be a first time. Ever. If you don't think it feels right. But I... I still want to hang out.

[ shiro startles as the curtain is yanked to the side. his gaze keeps in line with surprise in the following beats, eyes tracking over keith’s – mostly – bare shoulders, down his tank and to familiar orange. one, two, three shifts of his gaze and then he blinks, gaze now on keith’s face, words filling the space between them. shiro’s still wearing the safari shorts and boots that don’t belong to him, but he makes no move to finish changing. he smiles instead, slow-curling and sweet on relief as he nods minutely, confirming: ]

I want to too.

[ there’s a nervous twitch in the immediate aftermath of that. barely anything at all, but there nonetheless: he wrings the vest in between his hands, fingers pinching needlessly. he’s quick to recover though and soon, drapes the vest over his left arm, grabbing his pants and utility belt, as well as one lone glove, off the chair, soon adding those to the pile of clothes he catches in the crook of his elbow to hug to his torso. ]

We can go to my cube. Change in peace and figure it out from there.

[ he bends down as he talks, metal fingers clasping hard at the cuffs of his boots. he holds them dangling at his side as he straightens up. ]

It’s almost dinner time, isn’t it? We can–

[ and the minute runs out. ]

Where are my stars? [ shiro doesn’t even attempt to finish the thought, instead wrinkling his nose and twisting his lips on a wince. ] You better not be milking out each other’s o-faces. Save that for the camera, lovelies~

[ shiro tips a glance in the direction of the call, staring for an extended beat even though he can’t see anything through the heavy draping of material. if he remembers correctly, the location of this makeshift dressing room isn’t far off from the entrance. if they peel back the curtain beyond the chair that was previously acting as shiro’s dresser, then it’s almost a straight shot to the communal area door. with that settled in his mind, shiro looks back to keith, the right side of his mouth pulling harder.

the responsible thing would be to politely tell lon sheremi they've changed their minds, so they're bowing out. but. ]

He doesn’t seem like a runner. Race you to the exit?

[ as always, keith is braced for the worst. it's a habit reinforced by years of negative expectation and then some by all the unfortunate turns their fight with the galra have taken. and maybe to an extent, if he's being honest with himself, the clone hadn't exactly helped either.

but above all else? he knows shiro. and though shiro hasn't said as much outright, there's a good chance that the reason underlying their mutual evasiveness is the omnipresent awareness of the rift between their space-time continuums. there's either a time paradox at play or they're from alternate realities and though keith doesn't have slav's manic fatalism, he knows neither option has particularly favorable conclusions about the meaning of their return home.

and if keith knows that, then shiro knows it too. so forgive him, if he looks a bit guarded while waiting to be gently let down for his own good. a held breath gets expelled with a soff: ]

Huh?

[ as shiro defies expectation. comprehension is a bit slow to catch up, and when it does his smile has the unfortunate timing of synching right up with the end of their minute. though his expression flatlines, his attention never leaves shiro. lon sheremi is a joke and as long as his best friend is going to ignore the guy, then keith is determined to treat him like the joke he deserves to be.

which is to say, naturally as soon as he catches shiro's drift, his eyes brighten with mischief. ]

Oh, you're on.

[ is it inadvisable to be running in stiletto boots? probably. but a mere suggestion of wildly irresponsible shiro raising his recalcitrant head is all the fuel keith needs to run a marathon. the two take off, triggering a loud HEY! that only makes keith wheeze with laughter as he runs after shiro towards the exit.

the race that should have ended once they're outside only continues because an out of breath lon sheremi huffs and puffs his way to the door, opens his fly and lets loose a flying orange thing that keith does not stop to get a better look at.

the race extends all the way to shiro's cube with shiro the victor and keith a close second just two strides behind. he leans heavily against the cube wall, laughing, panting and then coughing to get his words out. ]

Next time, you're the one running in heels.

Edited (The same old reason) 2022-07-08 16:48 (UTC)

[ some small part of shiro may have felt a smidgen of guilt once they started running but then lon sheremi launches a rocket penile at them and shiro is eternally grateful that they aren’t sticking around. the race isn’t a fair one, but it’s good. it has keith laughing and shiro grinning; prison, the war, the everything concerning and baffling of these past years melting away to give way to memories of simpler days. they’ve been competitive for a good portion of their friendship and while a footrace isn’t on par with hoverbikes or sim scores or dancing around each other on a sparring mat, it has shiro’s chest aching with nostalgia.

in the end, they don’t stray much from the garrison, competitive days: shiro wins. shiro’s grin is wide and toothy, the heaviness of his breath doing nothing to dampen the shine of it. ]

And then you’d be forced to carry me. [ a labored laugh and a more mischievous: ] Try to carry me.

[ because hell, if their roles had been reversed and shiro were the one booking it in stilettos, he’s man enough to admit that he’d still be struggling through the communal area right now. ]

I don’t know how you managed that. [ he shakes his head, amused, and ends the shake with gaze forward, attention on the door as he taps his foot close to it, enough for the sensors to read his ankle monitor. ] With that kind of disadvantage and you still keeping up… the victory really ought to go to you. [ a beat and he's definitely cheekier now. ] But nah, I won.

[ the door unlocks and still holding his things, he takes some maneuvering to get the door open. but then he’s kicking it wider with his foot, sidestepping as it swings outward and then stepping inside. there’s a significant change to the layout of shiro’s cube since keith was here last. shiro’s swapped the locations of the table and chairs with his cot and his cot is… actually a bed. a king-sized bed. it’s the only way it would fit in his cube, so – the front room is now the bedroom. shiro, of course, doesn’t think to say anything about it, instead focused on walking over to the counter to put his things down. ]

[ keith rolls his eyes, grin still plastered on his face and ruining any semblance of real exasperation. he enters shiro's cube, completely cavalier in his demeanor inresponse to the challenge. ]

Heh. I could carry you no problem.

[ after all, if he could support his and shiro's combined weights while dangling off a platform, carrying his best friend on his back has to be easy in comparison. ]

I'm pretty strong, I'll have you know.

[ he closes the door behind him, then steps inside. there's still a smirk on his face right up until the moment that he registers the changes. blinking, his features shift into surprise as he looks from the large new bed to shiro, back to the bed. ]

Woah, that's .... huh. When did you get a new bed?

[ a dull thunk from outside makes keith turn to face the wall with a frown, though when there's no further noise, keith dismisses it entirely and instead walks over to join shiro by the counter to set his own clothes down. ]

[ the boots are dropped on the floor but the other items are dumped on the counter. vest, pants, utility belt, glove – excellent, everything made it through the compound sprint. he lifts his head at the question, only to follow keith to a glance toward the wall in almost perfect synchronization as his face too wrinkles with a frown. what was that…? shiro doesn’t dismiss it quite as quickly as keith does; this is his house, his space, and he knows what’s normal and what’s abnormal here. ultimately though, his focus splinters as keith comes to stand close. and soon, just as it has a habit of doing, his attention freely swings to keith entirely, his gaze once again on him.

what were they talking about? oh, right, the bed. ]

Two days ago.

[ he put the request in two weeks ago, actually. apparently, there was confusion surrounding the word king. either way, the aliens managed to get it right and helped him move it in here… after he spent a great deal of credits. he thinks he’s doing alright though; he may not be getting the big bucks with community service check offs all that often, but between his job with maintenance and his regular fuckings with anonymous, he brings in small, yet steady amounts of credits.

he folds the vest in on itself and smooths his palms over it, parting from it with twin pats. ]

I meant to tell you earlier – but I guess I’m telling you now.

[ he laughs gently and then steps around keith, heading toward the bed. he sits down on the edge of it, bending over his knees to start pulling at the laces of his boots. with a carefully crafted nonchalance that isn’t at all him downplaying his investment in hearing keith’s opinion, shiro asks: ]

Do you like it?

[ like shiro, keith does a mental check off of his clothes to make sure nothing's been dropped along the mad dash back to the cube, but the similarities end there as keith is content to leave his jacket and boxers an unfolded mess on the counter and rather unceremoniously lets his boots drop on the floor.

he lingers by the counter for a long moment afterwrwards, merely watching shiro sit on the edge of his enormous bed and lean forward to undo his boot laces. only then does it occur to keith that he's going to have to take his pants off if he wants to do the same and remove the thigh highs, which wouldn't be a problem save for the fact that he hadn't bothered to switch out the jock strap in favor of his boxers back in the dressing room.

but perhaps that's not a problem he should even be bothered with? they are, after all, talking about the bed that shiro's acquired with his credits from bed activities.... presumably to facilitate even more bed activities in some unholy bed loop. unable to know what else to do , keith laughs a little softly and replies just as artificially nonchalantly. ]

I haven't seen a bed this big in ages. You can actually roll without falling off? That's some luxury right there.

[ all of which is true, of course. but again, keith knows shiro and is keenly aware that the guy wouldn't be spending credits on a larger bed for comfort or rolling privileges. no, if he's spent the credits, it means there may be someone he wants to share his bed withm and something about that sparks a tiny knot of tension in his stomach. keith drops eye contact, shyly stepping away from the counter to awkwardly stand at the halfway point between it and the bed. ]

It looks real comfy, Shiro.

[ the cots are standard issue. as far as shiro knows, the available living spaces come with similar furniture; all the container housing, that is. the lone row of large houses up by the park is different. they are a mixed bag of hodgepodge items. so it is possible that keith could have seen a larger bed in the last three months. but he hasn’t. it doesn’t mean much, all things considered, but shiro does duck his chin and smile to himself, helplessly pleased that he has a one-up in some small area.

he gets the laces undone and pulled slack on his right boot, only then looking up as he tugs it off to wiggle his sock-covered toes. keith drops eye contact shortly thereafter, however, shiro doesn’t analyze why, instead looking back to his feet to start on the left boot. ]

It is.

[ fingers pluck and he wriggles his hips as they do, making the mattress shift with his weight. one, two sways from side to side and then he stills as he laughs, grasping at the shoe to give it a yank. ]

But don’t take my word for it, come see for yourself.

[ he drops the boot to the floor and swipes his foot out, knocking both further to the side to clear the space of obstacles. it’s meant as an invitation for keith to come closer. though, the more obvious one is shiro patting the bed next to him, gaze expectant and expression hopeful. ]

[ ....and then it clicks.

kind of. even after the invitation to come sit on the bed is extended, keith wrestles with the inherent egocentrism behind thinking something as bold as shiro got the bed to share with me because ... well, the inherent arrogance implicit in something like that is practically asking to be slapped down.

still, uncertainty softens into something moonier before keith ducks his head and quietly walks over the rest of the way. ]

You're asking me not to trust you. That's a first.

[ teasing, of course. keith grins as he flops down next to shiro. unlike the cot mattress which may as well just be filled with mothballs and paper, this one actually has some decent bounce to it. keith huffs a laugh. ]

Damn. This mattress has some bounce to it. So what prompted you getting this? Back muscles cramping on you, old timer?

[ shiro’s answer is a huffed laugh, grin unhurried, yet growing wider, bit by bit, as the distance dwindles between them. there’s a first time for everything; it’s that kind of day. first porno, first time running from a job, first reverse trust exercise, first – no. keith sharing a bed with shiro isn’t new.

they’ve found themselves in bed together once, twice now? keith sitting next to him hardly counts, but it could be the start of a third. thinking along those lines has shiro warming. the feeling is exasperated into a full-fledged laugh by the end of keith’s teasing, whatever nervousness there could have been suddenly quiet and missing. shiro’s clear-minded; empty of second-guessing and full of honesty, all of it leading to him swaying to the side, knocking his shoulder to keith’s. ]

I was gonna ask you to consider staying over.

[ all out in one go. it’s easier this way: serious, yet not. he has that same flippant, airy tilt to his voice, though, his lapses in the following lull and the next part is, suddenly, not carrying the same teasing. ]

Last time was nice, so I thought, you know… why not get us an actual bed?

[ his expression goes soft, edging closer to shy, and it holds through to the next blink, whereas everything then shifts as he turns his eyes away and tilts his chin up, just so, for a play of haughtiness. ]

Buuuuut you’re right. My old timer back is a fragile thing. I’m gonna need this entire bed to stretch out and find a comfortable position in.

[ one shoulder bump turns into a swooping lurch in keith's stomach. shiro has never said anything to suggest or even imply that the last time they shared a bed together had been unenjoyable, but considering the invitation had never been extended since, keith could at least make the inference that it must not "feel right" to do so again. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been frustrated with that, and lying even harder if he suggested that he'd fucked some of that out.

but perhaps he's been thinking about everything in the wrong way. maybe shiro hadn't wanted to ask because a cot is a cramped thing to share. guilt flickers to life at the pit of keith's stomach, wondering what shiro would even think if he knew keith had gone to another guy for an outlet. does it even matter? they hadn't exactly set forth expectations for each other, let alone defined what it is that they're working towards outside of some nebulous agreement to just do what "feels right."

pushing the sobering thought out of his head, keith looks up with a smile. ]

Uh-huh. So now you're trying to get me to agree to stay over and milk a free bakrub out of me? Heh. Looks like the deal just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter for you.

[ he grins, reaching across to playfully poke shiro's ribs before flopping backwards with a happy sigh. ]

Do I get something nice if I agree?

[ hey now! keith’s the one who brought shiro’s back into this. shiro is entirely innocent and unassuming… though, now that keith mentions it, if he wouldn't mind tossing in a goodnight back massage, it’s not like shiro is ridiculous enough to turn that down. shiro huffs a playfully scandalized sound to the poke, not that he does anything to try getting away. keith does that for him with a flop and while shiro doesn’t follow after him, he does twist his body, looking back at his best friend.

there are precisely two beats in which everything keeps: keith is sighing happily, shiro is smiling happily, everything is very happy and content. and still, it remains so in the third beat, it’s just shiro ends up laughing. it bubbles out of him loud, the combination of relief and excitement for this bed situation going smoothly, catapulting his mood high. ]

You’re already getting a large, comfy bed out of it, more or less guaranteeing a good night’s sleep.

[ teasing, chiding, shiro rolls his eyes and grins wider, more lopsided by the end of it. he reaches over and pinches at keith’s side. ]

What else could you possibly want, greedy?

[ the question makes keith laugh despite not meaning to. it's just ... for such a playful tease of a question, there are so many answers keith could give, ranging from honest to too honest. he doesn't wriggle away from the pinch of fingers, but he does slap his own hand down over them to keep shiro from pinching any harder. ]

This is greedy, huh.

[ the smile holds, but keith isn't sure what to think. genuinely being greedy with shiro is the last thing he wants, but then how does he articulate havin wants and needs? do his needs even matter when there's an anon who doesn't think he's greedy for having wants? he looks thoughtful for a moment before giving shiro's trapped hand a squeeze and letting it go. ]

...Fine. I'll settle for you telling me if that was the dumbest porn you've ever seen, Miles Long.

[ yes. it’s greedy. unapologetically greedy to lounge across his sheets and make demands, like keith is the one doing shiro the favor by settling. shiro isn’t going to lie to himself; he’s charmed. and for a moment there, when keith’s hand clasps his and squeezes tight, he thinks, maybe, keith will pull him in. all he needs is a hint of a tug and shiro would go. it could be like last time, with shiro stretched beside keith but tipped over him. maybe this time, however, shiro can be bold and arch down to kiss keith soft and sweet, right into the bedding.

a kiss would be something nice, wouldn’t it? that’s what keith had been alluding to, right?

wrong.

keith lets go and if that weren’t disappointing enough, next shiro’s brain is being assaulted with images of large, glittery, dino dicks. baffled at how off the mark his expectations are, shiro hiccups on a laugh, gives his head a good shake, and then, when everything recalibrates, he loses that lost stare and swings hard into amusement. ]

Wait, hold on. [ he’s laughing. it isn’t often that shiro is unreserved with his joy, but it’s genuine in the moment, as he teases right back. ] Let me get this straight… me talking to you about pornos is what you consider nice?

[ his hand is very much his own again and rather than securing its safety by extracting it from keith’s reach, he doubles down to pinch, repeatedly, at keith’s side. ]

You haven’t even agreed to stay over yet, so you shouldn’t be making demands on me anyway.

[ the nerve!! the audacity?! keith chooses to show mercy to shiro's naughty hands and this is the repayment he gets? keith shorts, twisting away from the repeated pinchings. he snags the corner of a pillow case with his fingers, then snatches it up to smash against shiro's side. ]

I'm negotiating my terms of stay. I can make whatever demands I want.

[ he laughs, snapping the pillow back to his front, ready to use it as a shield. ]

If you want to give me something nicer, I'm all ears.

[ shiro scoffs. sorry keith, but that isn’t much of shield, especially not against two strong hands, one of which has metal, locking fingers that grasp tight and rip hard. so keith is welcome to try holding onto the pillow, but shiro’s twisted around now, fully on the bed with his knees down and he’s pulling – yanking – at the pillow to dislodge it from keith’s front. ]

Negotiating the terms by taking my things hostage!

[ he’s still laughing, grin wide. ]

Thieves don’t deserve anything nice.

I'm doing nothing of the sort!

[ but try as he might for indignation, keith is a little too busy laughing and yabking back to sound at all offended by the egregious accusation of hostage kaking. ]

Where do you think we are? Olkarion?

[ snorting, keith demonstrates his point by very abruptly letting go of the "hostage." time to see if shiro bonks himself in the face?? ]

[ keith’s mean. it’s the one resounding thought shiro has in the split second between oh and shit when the opposing force gives. keith’s not a quitter, no matter what may show on the galaxy garrison transcripts, so shiro isn’t anticipating a throw in of the towel just yet. meaning? shiro is, indeed, pulling as hard as he can when keith lets go and yes, the pillow does arch up, slamming straight into shiro’s wide eyes and gasping mouth. ]

Gah!

[ luckily, shiro didn’t just get a king’s sized mattress. his request for a larger bed came with an adequate bedframe, as well as pillows and sheets. so instead of the brick-like pillow of his cot, he’s got a faceful of feather-like plushness.

shiro rebounds rather quickly, in that case. he uncovers his face and keeps the pillow, huffing as he scrambles back across the sheets, putting a bit of distance between them. ]

I’m starting to think it’s too dangerous to have you in my bed. Should I rescind my invitation?

[ … actually, he’s changed his mind. he launches the pillow at keith, aiming for his face. ]

[ okay, so maybe that was a little meanspirited, but the pillow is plusha dn soft, and shiro is obviously a big strong guy who'll recover in 0.02 seconds. keith grins wide as the pillow goes flying backwards to smash shiro in the face, then just about shrieks with laughter when shiro hurls it back in retaliation. keith brings his arms up to shield, laughing as the pillow bounces off. ]

No, I wanna stay. Please, I'll be good. .

[ insofar that his goodness won't be exploited in some vicious counter attack anyway. keith peejs up, still laughing as he scrambles to retrieve the pillow. ]

[ please, i’ll be good. ah. that has such a nice ring to it. briefly, shiro allows himself to bask in the suggestion of it, thinking if only in that miniscule span of time. but then the second runs through itself and shiro is left scoffing. ]

You think I believe that?

[ shiro had just been kicking himself backward, broadening the distance between them. now though, he jerks forward, landing on all fours as he crawls forward, movements rushed in his attempt to beat keith to the pillow. ]

You’re already going for the pillow, you brat.

[ shiro is a poet. ]

[ ineffectually going for the pillow, mind you. with the boots still on, keith hasn't actually dared violate the sanctity of shiro's new bed by climbing up, dirty heels and all, just to snatch up the pillow.

which is to say, shiro easily grabs at the thing first, leaving keith wide open for attack. he smiles, mustering up as much innocence as he can. ]

Well yeah? I didn't want you throwing it at me. You expect me to just lie here defenselessly?

[ oh no, the poetry is contagious. ]

[ pillow successfully reclaimed, shiro holds it in a metal fist and turns, looking to keith. he eyes up that innocent smile, suspicion radiating off of him. without a shadow of a doubt, keith is waiting for him to drop his guard, isn’t he? shiro thinks yes and adjusts his grip, holding the pillow in front of himself between both hands. ]

Yeah.

[ that is what shiro expects, if keith actually wants to play nice and cuddle up tonight. ]

So say it. Say you yield.

[ then maybe they can stop tussling over pillows long enough to figure out what it is they’re doing. ]

so they hold hands to save credits. cowards and cheapskates.

hey they gotta save those credits to buy necessities like nice beds..??

and the kama sutra

shiro's denial is going to be what keeps them in porn prison for a year longer

LISTEN he's making... progress. he even bought a big bed w keith in mind!

his baby progress is admirable i suppose

And now in the right thread

noct keith is still having orange booty short shiro dreans tho

i cannot believe i actually tagged the wrong thread. who am i. i'm such a noob rper.

yeah you nub

my shame is eternal

there there one day you shall redeem yourself

you really believe there is hope for me??

a baby amount of hope

still better than nothing!

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