[ why does keith sound so surprised? uncertain, too? this is his suggestion. perhaps he’s trying ( again ) at the whole hard-to-get routine? snerk. shiro muffles the urge to laugh and diverts that amusement, focusing instead on another squeeze that squishes keith to his side that much more. too late for that -- they’re long past the shy, demure scene.
not that shiro is complaining, necessarily. he likes the pinking of his cheeks. at least, in the few spots that aren’t obscured with powder. ]
Yeah.
[ they really should get rid of that blue, huh. shiro’s mildly frustrated by it all of a sudden. he doesn’t much care that he himself is splotched red and green or that there’s that uncomfortable caked feeling that makes moving any which way annoying. but knowing there’s pieces of keith that are marred and hidden due to some dumb powder? travesty. keith is too pretty to cover up. ]
I can help you wash your hair.
[ and he uses that as a self-indulgent cue. he pushes his fingers through the heavy fringe of keith’s bangs and smooths the hair back, catching it underneath his palm there on the top of keith’s head. it opens up a good portion of keith’s face and shiro takes full advantage of the newly revealed skin by leaning down to press a kiss right here between his brows, right where there’s that small, concerned knot. ]
Your back too.
[ he just… won’t leave keith alone. shiro is quite content ( still ) holding keith tight to him and nosing ( now ) at his forehead, up to his hairline. he presses his smirk close and -- yes, the hand at his waist drops slightly, not so subtly moving for what will most definitely be an ass grab. ]
he's a sapphire. i hate that it isn't 100% off the table.
not that shiro is complaining, necessarily. he likes the pinking of his cheeks. at least, in the few spots that aren’t obscured with powder. ]
Yeah.
[ they really should get rid of that blue, huh. shiro’s mildly frustrated by it all of a sudden. he doesn’t much care that he himself is splotched red and green or that there’s that uncomfortable caked feeling that makes moving any which way annoying. but knowing there’s pieces of keith that are marred and hidden due to some dumb powder? travesty. keith is too pretty to cover up. ]
I can help you wash your hair.
[ and he uses that as a self-indulgent cue. he pushes his fingers through the heavy fringe of keith’s bangs and smooths the hair back, catching it underneath his palm there on the top of keith’s head. it opens up a good portion of keith’s face and shiro takes full advantage of the newly revealed skin by leaning down to press a kiss right here between his brows, right where there’s that small, concerned knot. ]
Your back too.
[ he just… won’t leave keith alone. shiro is quite content ( still ) holding keith tight to him and nosing ( now ) at his forehead, up to his hairline. he presses his smirk close and -- yes, the hand at his waist drops slightly, not so subtly moving for what will most definitely be an ass grab. ]
Anything you want.