[ so here they are, seemingly back where the day under powdered dictate was initially hurtling towards, except this time keith actually feels as though he has some semblance of some goddamn control. yes, his pulse has shot up now that shiro edges in that half inch closer and yes, that stupid syncopated rhythm of missed beats starts up again when their faces align and shiro's question is physically tangible on his lips as warm breath.
but the question leaves more than just passive impressions. keith eyes haven't strayed from shiro's and that mocking jab is the catalyst that warps what had been wrongfully sweet and tender in the bathroom into a fucking challenge. you just have that kind of effect on me, was it? fuck that. shiro is toying with him, testing his resolve because he still isn't taking keith seriously.
the disheartening part of that is that it's not even surprising anymore. how many times is keith going to have to say the same fucking thing before it even halfway sticks in shiro's head? ten times? a thousand? will keith even have a voice left over by the end of it?
as much as keith isn't used to anyone, including shiro, encroaching this far into his personal space, keith doesn't flinch away or blush. because if shiro's attitude isn't surprising, you can damn well bet that it's infuriating and that cuts through the bullshit of flustered nerves like an ion cannon. ]
That's what I said, isn't it.
[ as with most things keith, the irritable defiance isn't subtle. his brows knit together, the retort fired back in tones a stone's throw away from being outright growled. the look in his eyes is likewise set with gritty determination, focused, like he's surveying a battlefield rather than an equally defiant shiro.
in the next beat, his gloved hand tightens around the angle of shiro's jaw and keith pushes up to press their lips together in a quick, decisive motion. under a different set of circumstances, he might have pulled back immediately, leaving the kiss fleeting and chaste, but right now whatever part of him that's jittery and nervous about shit like first kisses and first kisses with shiro is overwhelmingly drowned out by something else.
no, this isn't a big deal and he doesn't fucking care how long their lips are going to have to stay glued together for shiro to get the damn point. ]
that icon is STILL murdering me
but the question leaves more than just passive impressions. keith eyes haven't strayed from shiro's and that mocking jab is the catalyst that warps what had been wrongfully sweet and tender in the bathroom into a fucking challenge. you just have that kind of effect on me, was it? fuck that. shiro is toying with him, testing his resolve because he still isn't taking keith seriously.
the disheartening part of that is that it's not even surprising anymore. how many times is keith going to have to say the same fucking thing before it even halfway sticks in shiro's head? ten times? a thousand? will keith even have a voice left over by the end of it?
as much as keith isn't used to anyone, including shiro, encroaching this far into his personal space, keith doesn't flinch away or blush. because if shiro's attitude isn't surprising, you can damn well bet that it's infuriating and that cuts through the bullshit of flustered nerves like an ion cannon. ]
That's what I said, isn't it.
[ as with most things keith, the irritable defiance isn't subtle. his brows knit together, the retort fired back in tones a stone's throw away from being outright growled. the look in his eyes is likewise set with gritty determination, focused, like he's surveying a battlefield rather than an equally defiant shiro.
in the next beat, his gloved hand tightens around the angle of shiro's jaw and keith pushes up to press their lips together in a quick, decisive motion. under a different set of circumstances, he might have pulled back immediately, leaving the kiss fleeting and chaste, but right now whatever part of him that's jittery and nervous about shit like first kisses and first kisses with shiro is overwhelmingly drowned out by something else.
no, this isn't a big deal and he doesn't fucking care how long their lips are going to have to stay glued together for shiro to get the damn point. ]