[ did shiro fail to mention that there’s one, tiny exception to relationship, combined ownership? yeah, cereal isn’t included. shiro supposes that he loves keith enough that he can allow one fistful of his lucky charms. shiro’s stalling on a retort though. not purposefully. keith’s remarkably efficient in rendering him stupid and right now, shiro’s lips are still resting at the tip, slowly recovering from that… whatever the hell that move was.
it will forever be a mystery to him how enjoying some popsicles ( or one, really ) has become so debased. yet, aware as he is that this is entirely inappropriate, he’s tempted to slide his tongue around, down, to retrace the same line keith licked. or maybe wrap his lips around all red and suck, and keep sucking until he’s bleached the color. he doesn’t even know why, just… this has become something and competitive as he is, he feels compelled to keep escalating until he… wins? not that he knows what winning involves. and he’ll continue to not know because they have a visitor.
keith’s up and gone before shiro can fully comprehend what is happening. still sitting there with two popsicles in his hands -- one now smaller, more undefinable in its shape and the other melting all over his fist -- shiro blinks up at the unicorn and then slowly turns his head, glancing up at keith. back to the unicorn, shiro has the decency to look regretful, although he doesn’t dare look in the direction of the lake and said children.
he’s with the unicorn. he agrees… up until he winks at keith. that, coupled with what comes after rubs shiro the wrong way. it’s difficult to maneuver when he has no free hands, but he has enough ab strength and balance, to get his feet under himself and stand up. it puts him in front of keith like a blockade, partly shielding him from the scrutiny -- or appreciation?? -- of this… what? propriety police? ]
No one’s corrupting anyone here. [ they got carried away, sure, shiro’ll give him that. but the way this dude is saying it, makes it sound raunchy. like a throwaway moment of hormones… which is somewhat true. but they love each other? he huffs. ]
But we’ll scale it back. For the kids.
[ between the frown and the dismissive tone, there’s a clear you can leave now implied. ]
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it will forever be a mystery to him how enjoying some popsicles ( or one, really ) has become so debased. yet, aware as he is that this is entirely inappropriate, he’s tempted to slide his tongue around, down, to retrace the same line keith licked. or maybe wrap his lips around all red and suck, and keep sucking until he’s bleached the color. he doesn’t even know why, just… this has become something and competitive as he is, he feels compelled to keep escalating until he… wins? not that he knows what winning involves. and he’ll continue to not know because they have a visitor.
keith’s up and gone before shiro can fully comprehend what is happening. still sitting there with two popsicles in his hands -- one now smaller, more undefinable in its shape and the other melting all over his fist -- shiro blinks up at the unicorn and then slowly turns his head, glancing up at keith. back to the unicorn, shiro has the decency to look regretful, although he doesn’t dare look in the direction of the lake and said children.
he’s with the unicorn. he agrees… up until he winks at keith. that, coupled with what comes after rubs shiro the wrong way. it’s difficult to maneuver when he has no free hands, but he has enough ab strength and balance, to get his feet under himself and stand up. it puts him in front of keith like a blockade, partly shielding him from the scrutiny -- or appreciation?? -- of this… what? propriety police? ]
No one’s corrupting anyone here. [ they got carried away, sure, shiro’ll give him that. but the way this dude is saying it, makes it sound raunchy. like a throwaway moment of hormones… which is somewhat true. but they love each other? he huffs. ]
But we’ll scale it back. For the kids.
[ between the frown and the dismissive tone, there’s a clear you can leave now implied. ]