[ crisis averted. no hanky panky is being suggested: good. so why is an ass being dragged over his thigh? shiro presses his lips together tight and exhales heavily through his nose. keith is -- he quietly reminds himself -- a mess of feathers. as much as shiro loves him, there’s no way to sugarcoat that. however, in the same breath, those feathers make it close to impossible for keith to wear anything. in short, shiro is -- unfortunately -- very aware that keith has no pants underneath that baggy tee.
don't think about it, don't think about it, don’t think--
he crosses his arms over his chest and grips at his biceps. ] Yeah, it’s fine. [ or is it? he squints at the wall opposite him. usually, he’d have no qualms about keith latching onto him in whatever way he wants to, but climbing requires hands, which keith is severely lacking. ]
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don't think about it, don't think about it, don’t think--
he crosses his arms over his chest and grips at his biceps. ] Yeah, it’s fine. [ or is it? he squints at the wall opposite him. usually, he’d have no qualms about keith latching onto him in whatever way he wants to, but climbing requires hands, which keith is severely lacking. ]
… Except how?