[ keith's dealt with plenty of awkwardness in his life, but there's very little that comes close to rivaling the sheer depth of having his eyes closed and his lips pressed firmly to shiro's only for the reaction to be about as animate as pressing his mouth to a cpr practice dummy. keith's mind swims with confusion, halfway tempted to crack open an eye to see what the hell shiro's expression even is here, but not a beat later he decides against that; he doesn't want to know.
it's downright humiliating, actually. he thought for sure shiro would at least shove him away or get mad. it's here and now that keith realizes that no reaction whatsoever is the worst outcome he should have been braced for. is this really not even worth responding to?? when he tears himself away, is shiro still going to be making that blindingly judgmental face at him? shit. maybe he should just call it quits, but some dogged persistence has his grip tightening slightly around shiro's face. he won't back down from this, and if it's about attrition then fine. anything to change the status quo shiro has dug his heels into.... for better or for worse. it's too late to back down and he won't second guess this now.
luckily, it isn't long before there is a reaction, and the arm circling his waist makes keith freeze. the blink of confusion is purely metaphorical here, but practically tangible all the same. then there's the hand winding down his arm and draping over his neck, the gentle drag of warm lips across his own as shiro... corrects (???) their positioning.
the swoop hits hard and low in his stomach. it's the most delayed of delayed reactions, and keith mentally scrambles with what to do now that shiro's outpaced the plan. ....if this can even be called a plan to begin with... which arguably, it never was. maybe it'd just been a wish all along.
Shiro
he mouths the name wordlessly against shiro's lips, the hand resting on his shoulder now winding up and over to press between shoulder blades. is it okay to want this? keith had caught himself wondering idly, but has never allowed the question to progress further than a quick mental shake and berating. this isn't how they feel about each other, after all. but this is different. this is something they're doing of their own volition, no powder, no malachite, just the two of them in their apartment with the rest of the world a collection of irrelevant noise. but maybe he shouldn't be so quick to be placated here. for all he knows, shiro could take a step back and repeat that same smug question.
This doesn’t feel like a big deal to you?
the part of him that's dizzy, light and tingling from all the places they're touching is a little breathless, high on some kind of rush from the tentative connection they're forging here. the part of him that's still ruffled and irked isn't satisfied. he still doesn't know what the hell, he's doing when it comes to kisses, but that isn't going to deter him from making more of a damn point.
tongues. something about tongues and the french. whatever the hell the french have to do with kissing.
keith parts his lips. is this embarrassing? yes. it still isn't stopping him from experimentally licking shiro's lip though. ]
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it's downright humiliating, actually. he thought for sure shiro would at least shove him away or get mad. it's here and now that keith realizes that no reaction whatsoever is the worst outcome he should have been braced for. is this really not even worth responding to?? when he tears himself away, is shiro still going to be making that blindingly judgmental face at him? shit. maybe he should just call it quits, but some dogged persistence has his grip tightening slightly around shiro's face. he won't back down from this, and if it's about attrition then fine. anything to change the status quo shiro has dug his heels into.... for better or for worse. it's too late to back down and he won't second guess this now.
luckily, it isn't long before there is a reaction, and the arm circling his waist makes keith freeze. the blink of confusion is purely metaphorical here, but practically tangible all the same. then there's the hand winding down his arm and draping over his neck, the gentle drag of warm lips across his own as shiro... corrects (???) their positioning.
the swoop hits hard and low in his stomach. it's the most delayed of delayed reactions, and keith mentally scrambles with what to do now that shiro's outpaced the plan. ....if this can even be called a plan to begin with... which arguably, it never was. maybe it'd just been a wish all along.
Shiro
he mouths the name wordlessly against shiro's lips, the hand resting on his shoulder now winding up and over to press between shoulder blades. is it okay to want this? keith had caught himself wondering idly, but has never allowed the question to progress further than a quick mental shake and berating. this isn't how they feel about each other, after all. but this is different. this is something they're doing of their own volition, no powder, no malachite, just the two of them in their apartment with the rest of the world a collection of irrelevant noise. but maybe he shouldn't be so quick to be placated here. for all he knows, shiro could take a step back and repeat that same smug question.
This doesn’t feel like a big deal to you?
the part of him that's dizzy, light and tingling from all the places they're touching is a little breathless, high on some kind of rush from the tentative connection they're forging here. the part of him that's still ruffled and irked isn't satisfied. he still doesn't know what the hell, he's doing when it comes to kisses, but that isn't going to deter him from making more of a damn point.
tongues. something about tongues and the french. whatever the hell the french have to do with kissing.
keith parts his lips. is this embarrassing? yes. it still isn't stopping him from experimentally licking shiro's lip though. ]