[ there’s only the steadying reassurance that he wants this, keith wants this, and they need to be together; when those three thoughts are the centerfold of his consciousness, then it becomes much easier to simply move and feel, rather than think. afterall, thinking is usually what gets him into trouble. he’s definitely never thought about this -- no. never thought for one second how keith would feel against him on a lean up or how much of a dip shiro would need to make to close the gap between their lips as they sway closer, closer.
he’s looking at his mouth. the thought spurs him to catch the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth as a smile slowly grows, spreads, and lopsides to dimple hard to one side. all shiro has to do is meet keith. he wants that; even knows there’s no way to prevent it, because keith throws himself in with abandon in every task he puts his mind to, so keith is going to get everything he wants out of him and that’s… something. see, shiro is much the same. when he’s in, he’s in one-hundred percent. and god, of course he wants to open keith up. to pry open those lips and taste his tongue until both their mouths are bruised and wet and smiling. but there’s that competitive side to him too -- to their friendship -- that even the headiness of compromised senses can’t completely quell. in fact, the fog in his mind twists it ‘round, making it darker on a burning desire to tease, to make keith wait. just until shiro positions him as he likes.
keith is already soft limbed and sweetly open enough to welcome him in, but shiro’s hands find his hamstrings to heft him up. he sets him on the counter’s edge and then brushes his palms to the inseam of those thighs to boldly push them wider, just to feel the ease in which keith’s body can move for him. then, he nudges his own thighs to the edge of the counter. ]
You want a lot of things.
[ shiro can tell. want his words, want his kisses, want his body -- maybe? yes. ] Me too. [ with the jealousy tempered, red burns hotter, churning on need for some sort of outlet. even pressed together like this doesn’t seem to be enough and so he crowds further into keith’s space, forehead nudging keith’s and nose nuzzling in. ]
Baby…
[ he coos and he sighs and he lifts his galra hand to cup the side of that pretty face, gently craning it back to arch that neck an’ have keith tipped fully for him. ]
... this is why shiro needs a chaperone. why does keith leave him alone.
he’s looking at his mouth. the thought spurs him to catch the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth as a smile slowly grows, spreads, and lopsides to dimple hard to one side. all shiro has to do is meet keith. he wants that; even knows there’s no way to prevent it, because keith throws himself in with abandon in every task he puts his mind to, so keith is going to get everything he wants out of him and that’s… something. see, shiro is much the same. when he’s in, he’s in one-hundred percent. and god, of course he wants to open keith up. to pry open those lips and taste his tongue until both their mouths are bruised and wet and smiling. but there’s that competitive side to him too -- to their friendship -- that even the headiness of compromised senses can’t completely quell. in fact, the fog in his mind twists it ‘round, making it darker on a burning desire to tease, to make keith wait. just until shiro positions him as he likes.
keith is already soft limbed and sweetly open enough to welcome him in, but shiro’s hands find his hamstrings to heft him up. he sets him on the counter’s edge and then brushes his palms to the inseam of those thighs to boldly push them wider, just to feel the ease in which keith’s body can move for him. then, he nudges his own thighs to the edge of the counter. ]
You want a lot of things.
[ shiro can tell. want his words, want his kisses, want his body -- maybe? yes. ] Me too. [ with the jealousy tempered, red burns hotter, churning on need for some sort of outlet. even pressed together like this doesn’t seem to be enough and so he crowds further into keith’s space, forehead nudging keith’s and nose nuzzling in. ]
Baby…
[ he coos and he sighs and he lifts his galra hand to cup the side of that pretty face, gently craning it back to arch that neck an’ have keith tipped fully for him. ]
Can I kiss you?