[ Keith lets out a surprised sound as Shiro does the unexpected and hoists him up on the counter. Fuck -- he should've anticipated something like this, seeing how Shiro's all mercurial today, incensed one moment and tender the next. But the switch from exchanging gentle looks to force has Keith more breathless than anything. ]
Shiro....
[ The name comes out on an exhale, his voice languid as that hand comes to tease his thighs apart. Keith obliges without second thought, spreading his legs around Shiro and just as quickly locking his calves behind Shiro's ass to keep them pressed together. His lips part instinctively as Shiro presses in closer, a warm thrum skipping down his spine. And yet, there's still a spark of defiance in him that prompts him to grab a fistful of collar. ]
I just want one thing.
[ This isn't the time to be making pedantic corrections, but Keith has a point to make after that whole misunderstanding from earlier. He sucks in a deep breath, head tipping back. He'd never allow anyone else to do this to him. Spread his legs, expose his neck, tease a kiss -- he'll be damned if Shiro doesn't properly appreciate that. Or maybe he'll just be damned in general. He starts to arch up, intent on claiming those perfect lips hovering above his, but catches himself in the next beat.]
A shower. I want a shower.
[ Jesus. Keith lets go of the shirt immediately, scooting back on instinct. Unfortunately, the graceful maneuver ends with his ass plopping into the sink. ]
don't put shiho's bad behavior on keith now...
Shiro....
[ The name comes out on an exhale, his voice languid as that hand comes to tease his thighs apart. Keith obliges without second thought, spreading his legs around Shiro and just as quickly locking his calves behind Shiro's ass to keep them pressed together. His lips part instinctively as Shiro presses in closer, a warm thrum skipping down his spine. And yet, there's still a spark of defiance in him that prompts him to grab a fistful of collar. ]
I just want one thing.
[ This isn't the time to be making pedantic corrections, but Keith has a point to make after that whole misunderstanding from earlier. He sucks in a deep breath, head tipping back. He'd never allow anyone else to do this to him. Spread his legs, expose his neck, tease a kiss -- he'll be damned if Shiro doesn't properly appreciate that. Or maybe he'll just be damned in general. He starts to arch up, intent on claiming those perfect lips hovering above his, but catches himself in the next beat.]
A shower. I want a shower.
[ Jesus. Keith lets go of the shirt immediately, scooting back on instinct. Unfortunately, the graceful maneuver ends with his ass plopping into the sink. ]
Ugh.