[ the bump of their tongues sends a tiny electric jolt down the length of keith's spine. he isn't sure what he was expecting -- it's wet, it's a little sloppy because he doesn't know what exactly he's supposed to be doing here and by all accounts this should be exactly as weird as the excited gossiping in the garrison bathrooms had made it sound. words like magical, amazing, fireworks all tossed around far too easily by cadets over something as uninteresting as sharing spit in one of the most invasive ways conceivable.
but this doesn't feel invasive at all. if anything, it comes distressingly close to a couple of terrible cliches about firsts that keith refuses to accept he may be a little susceptible to. he's angry -- he hasn't forgotten that despite shiro's machinations, damn it. fingers dig into shiro's back in some show of force as keith leans a little further into the kiss. whether that should be interpreted as a don't let me go or some roundabout way of saying fuck you while his mouth is occupied is up for debate.
you want a lot of things is what shiro had accused him of in the bathroom. keith well and truly doesn't have any rebuttal for that anymore. it's hard to want when you don't know what you're missing and well... whether keith wants to admit it or not, his entire being feels as though it's splitting into contradictory elements: airy but grounded, warm but not warm enough, safe and yet.. kinda terrified of what'll happen when the kissing stops.
at least the short term solution for that last one seems obvious enough: don't stop kissing. of course, that's not an actual solution at all, but his inner cynic abandons ship, thoughts sputtering into radio static when shiro breathes that soft ah into the kiss.
fuck it. if this is potentially the one and only time keith can have this, then he wants to hoard it all. the way shiro tastes, feels and sounds. it's unfair really -- shiro just has to be incredible in so many ways. heart racing, keith kisses in earnest, each movement an unspoken I want you. maybe that should make him madder, huh? pissed off or not, it just doesn't seem to make a difference.
instead here he is, pushing up onto his toes to get a better angle to kiss. whatever limited self awareness that stokes however, disappears when there's an accidental bump of teeth. it isn't painful, but just jarring enough that keith pulls back. ]
Oh. [ cheeks flushing crimson, keith quickly looks away and mumbles: ] My bad.
you may get more depending on how this goes pfff
but this doesn't feel invasive at all. if anything, it comes distressingly close to a couple of terrible cliches about firsts that keith refuses to accept he may be a little susceptible to. he's angry -- he hasn't forgotten that despite shiro's machinations, damn it. fingers dig into shiro's back in some show of force as keith leans a little further into the kiss. whether that should be interpreted as a don't let me go or some roundabout way of saying fuck you while his mouth is occupied is up for debate.
you want a lot of things is what shiro had accused him of in the bathroom. keith well and truly doesn't have any rebuttal for that anymore. it's hard to want when you don't know what you're missing and well... whether keith wants to admit it or not, his entire being feels as though it's splitting into contradictory elements: airy but grounded, warm but not warm enough, safe and yet.. kinda terrified of what'll happen when the kissing stops.
at least the short term solution for that last one seems obvious enough: don't stop kissing. of course, that's not an actual solution at all, but his inner cynic abandons ship, thoughts sputtering into radio static when shiro breathes that soft ah into the kiss.
fuck it. if this is potentially the one and only time keith can have this, then he wants to hoard it all. the way shiro tastes, feels and sounds. it's unfair really -- shiro just has to be incredible in so many ways. heart racing, keith kisses in earnest, each movement an unspoken I want you. maybe that should make him madder, huh? pissed off or not, it just doesn't seem to make a difference.
instead here he is, pushing up onto his toes to get a better angle to kiss. whatever limited self awareness that stokes however, disappears when there's an accidental bump of teeth. it isn't painful, but just jarring enough that keith pulls back. ]
Oh. [ cheeks flushing crimson, keith quickly looks away and mumbles: ] My bad.