[ and how about the accents of blue too? shiro is basically a christmas decoration at this point, true, but he’s been dallying too close to keith. when he pulls back to peer down, there’s powdered blue sticking to his smile and blue dusting his nose. thankfully they’re far enough from the mirror that his chances of seeing his own ridiculousness near zero. would he care though? probably not. his focus is set and there’s little that can detour him now.

… except, of course, keith himself. ]

Okay, okay. I get it. You’re in charge. [ he grins lazy and lets his hand be moved. he could try again, he supposes; it would be easy enough to break that gentle hold and go for a cheek. but keith’s determined to get them powder free before they resume their earlier canoodling. that’s what shiro thinks at least? either way, there will be plenty of time to map out keith’s body. shortly, that is.

no splurging of any kind has gone into this single-bathroom. it’s a tub shower hybrid and looking at it now, shiro knows it’s going to be narrow an’ cramped. perfect. he finally, finally lets go of keith completely, his powder-fogged brain whispering encouragements that the sooner they get in the shower, the sooner he can have a wet keith against him instead. he hums low on the thought, grin softening into a smile as he goes about untucking his shirt from his slacks. ]

I liked that by the way. [ bossy keith, yes. but he’s mainly talking about-- ] Big guy.

[ up and over goes his shirt. he pulls the rest of it down his arms and then balls the fabric between his palms. chin tucks lower and he angles a sideways glance to keith, his expression turning sly. ]

Did you like me calling you baby? [ he turns then, takes a step and -- god, not again. watch out keith, shiro wants back in your space. ] Do you want me to keep calling you that?