takashi shirogane (
earthshine) wrote2023-02-05 05:32 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
⊚ noctium ic contact.

RESIDENCE ✦ Emerald District Apartment #51
JOB ✦ Gembond Guardian
GEMBOND ✦ Sapphire
Hi, this is Shiro. Sorry I'm unavailable at the moment, but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST ✧ EXTRA
:/ i feel stupdiity is somehow integral to the functioning of this relationship?
he takes one step towards shiro and then another until he takes up the space in front of his boyfriend with a gentle lean in and a careful kiss pressed to his neck. ]
You know... I'm really starting to think one of the worst parts about not having hands is not getting to hold you properly.
[ he laughs, drawing back with a sheepish smile. ]
It's only been a couple of days, but.. I miss that. A lot.
it kind of is. the more stupid they are, the more in love they are... or smth.
Me too. A lot, a lot.
[ three steps and he pauses, briefly pulling keith in to press his own kiss -- his considerably higher, at his temple, right below the change to feathers. ]
Just awhile longer. [ then they can compile all those missed chances into one, five-minute long hug. he laughs at his own nonsense and releases his hold. ] We’ll just have to keep ourselves busy in the meantime, make the time seem like it’s going by faster.
truly the most hopeless fools….
Well…. if you give me about fifteen minutes to try and get some pants on, we can go to the park? Fewer things for you to get stuck in out there.
[ kind of like a combination date and pity party for their bizarre woes. ]
forever morons.
Picking our activities on the basis of fewer things for me to get stuck in… how embarrassing. [ wide, open space, nothing can go wrong there, right? he can only hope there’s no low hanging branches. mindful of the antlers here, the back steps further from keith and then turns, walking over to the couch. ]
Good luck with the pants. [ and he seats himself down, getting comfortable on the cushion. ] If you can’t contort yourself enough to get them on, I can help. You just have to bring them out here. [ his gaze briefly skips past keith, eyeing the door over his shoulder, before looking back to keith. ] Where it’s safe.
no subject
then after asking shiro to open up a window, it's just a simple matter of leaping out of it and opening up his wings to catch a thermal. keith's laughter is clearly audible on the way down as he tells shiro he'll be waiting downstairs. what would have been sensible is if keith had actually bothered to grab his phone before pulling this stunt, but he's left it wedged between the mattress and headboard. if shiro gets stuck at any point between the front door and the entrance to their apartment, he may be relying on neighbors for help. mercifully, it's not too long a wait so the moose antlers can't have been much of a hindrance? he's assuming anyway. the walk to the park is similarly non eventful, though keith occasionally hops into the sky when walking on talons starts getting uncomfortable and avian instincts make him antsy. but there's a lot to be said for being outdoors with a nice sunny sky (and no doorways) that's gotten keith in a better mood after that whole jameson fiasco.
hell, you could even say he's starting to show off a little with some mid air twirls as they head towards a more secluded spot by the emerald park lake. shiro brings up the rear holding two popsicles bought from an ice cream stand near by. as keith settles onto the grass, he grins up happily at shiro. ]
I wonder if I can hold the popsicle stick with my feet. [ an experimental flex of his talons and an even more experimental lean forward before straightening up with a laugh. ] Pretty awkward to watch though. Hope you don't mind holding stuff for me for ... however long this lasts.
no subject
right?
the stand only sells one type. it’s a colorful thing. shiro isn’t exactly sure what the flavor is, but he orders two before transferring over the appropriate currents. soon enough, he has one in each hand as he makes his way over to a now settled keith.
he smiles to keith’s antics and can’t help laughing softly right along with him. ] I guess I can help you out. [ the exasperation is feigned, obviously so, especially with the way he hasn’t stopped smiling. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t be bothered to hold a popsicle for a few minutes? a bad one, that’s what.
carefully, he lowers himself to the ground in front of keith, flopping down on his bottom with those last few inches. not the most graceful but being without the use of one’s hands will do that to a person. he grins nonetheless and angles his arm, holding the popsicle close enough for keith to reach. ] Just be mindful of the drips, pretty warm out here.
no subject
Yeah, I'll try not to let any drip on you.
[ that may or may not have been shiro's primary concern, but he gives the red tip a dainty flick with his tongue. ]
Pretty sure red is cherry. [ another swipe, this time licking up from the purple all the way back up the top. ] The bottom one is grape, I think. [ he glances up then, expression suddenly sheepish as he looks away very quickly. ]
It's good when all the flavors mix like that.
[ which is all the preamble shiro gets to keith opening his mouth a little wider to suck down on the popsicle to about the yellow band. see, it'd only occurred to him in retrospect how lewd licking the damn ice lolly must look. surely this has to be an improvement...?? ]
no subject
… he didn’t think this through.
the first flick has his brain catching on the word wait. the long drag of his tongue up, up, up the length of the popsicle has him moving onto oh. and it’s then that he puts two and two together. the shape, the curve, the general size of the popsicle -- why the fuck does it look like that? he opens his mouth with nothing to say. there’s a start stop, start stop rhythm to his mind and he sits there staring, entirely forgetting about drips, because like hell he’s paying attention to his own popsicle.
he needs to say something though. or blink. anything, really. struck stupid as he is, he does realize he can’t openly gawk without the risk of embarrassing himself.
… which is exactly when keith decides to slide his mouth halfway down the popsicle, swallowing those three colors like it’s completely natural. right. normal -- nothing to see here. except, that’s when a word finally tumbles out of his still open mouth. ]
Woah. [ one tick, two tick, thr-- ] I mean. [ he catches it too late and feels himself warm because of it. that’s the extent of his recovery though. there’s no forthcoming explanation and immediately, he starts fumbling on the inside, trying to put together something that makes sense, other than the embarrassing truth.
he’s still staring. he’s still a little too stupid and a lot too wanting. so he thinks six colors with keith downing three, mumbling a borderline dazed: ] You said you liked all the flavors together.
no subject
part of him is undeniably tickled by the way this is getting shiro all dazed and flustered. that may be a little messed up as it were, but sue him. they were talking about finding ways to make the time pass by faster., what's the harm in this if they're in relative private? not that he's particularly keen on gagging on this obnoxiously rainbow colored thing, but he can't help wanting to see shiro a little hot and bothered. he draws back briefly, lips disengaging with a soft pop. ]
Yeah. I did say that. You should try it yourself. Can't have it dripping everywhere.
[ drip drip big guy. but with a grin, keith presses his lips back to the red, opens up and slowly leans into the popsicle, slowing down once he hits yellow. then more cautiously, he inches lower until the feel of ice on the back of his throat elicits a gasp and a shiver. but beyond the shock of cold, it's bearable enough that he goes a little further until he pauses again at the end of the blue band. another shiver, then he looks up at shiro. that glance is entirely deliberate as he takes a little more of the popsicle, then straightens up, panting a little for air. ]
no subject
briefly, shiro tears his gaze away from the stretch of those lips and looks to his throat for some indication, some thickening bulge…? he colors wonderfully, eyes rounding as though scandalized by his own thinking. immediately, he looks back to keith’s face and… that’s not much better, because keith’s looking back and…
direct eye contact with nearly the entire popsicle in keith’s mouth -- shiro makes some sort of sound, throaty and high, his grip on the popsicle stick pinching tighter. fucking hell, it’s been way too long if he’s getting turned on by keith sucking on a popsicle. there’s a distinct throb down low, one that has him inwardly panicking over the fact that he has no free hands to adjust. so if keith doesn’t come up for air soon, shiro’s well on his way to embarrassing himself.
but he does come up. just like that. one moment he has the popsicle down his throat and the next, he’s open mouthed an’ panting, lips slick with rainbow syrup. he stares and finds himself wanting to lick his mouth clean. so he does. he doesn’t even hesitate. the thought comes to him and then he’s ducking in, pushing his mouth against keith’s with no amount of finesse.
the kiss is a mess. a little too eager, a little too rushed, shiro thankfully isn’t all tongue, but he does lave keith’s upper lip and then suck on the bottom, greedily chasing the sweetness there. he’s still holding two, dumbly-shaped popsicles though, making the whole ordeal more difficult than it should be and so, he pulls back, releasing keith’s lip before tonguing at his own. a quick swipe to ensure all the syrup is off and then it’s like a switch flips -- his smile turns shy and he laughs self-consciously, desperately trying to play it off. ]
You’re right. It’s tasty.
no subject
numbed as his lips are, he can't quite feel it when shiro presses in, hot and wet, just about in every way the polar opposite of the popsicle to fill his mouth. it's keith's turn to moan then as shiro coaxes heat back into his lips. the idle thought running in the back of his head is that this isn't fair -- shiro's supposed to be the one doing the wanting, damn it. all the same, he's pretty sure that when shiro pulls away, he's the one looking like a dazed, open mouthed mess. keith swallows, wingtips quivering before he holds his arms more rigidly. ]
You... [ another swallow to clear his throat. ] You should give me more then.
no subject
Yeah?
[ it’s far more breathy than a situation involving a public park and popsicles calls for. later, perhaps he’ll find his shame, but for now, he slowly tilts his wrist, tipping the popsicle toward keith in offer…
only to swing it right back into its upward position and then further still. he angles it to his own mouth and raises it up, gently bumping the rosy tip to his lips. it rests there for a long moment, the weight of it pressing into the swell of his bottom lip and letting the color seep in. two ticks spent and he pillows his lips, kissing the top and then suckling in a long drag, pulling out as much of the cherry flavor as he can.
and then he moves on. unhurried but predictable after the first two. he goes down the blocks of colors. reddened lips press a kiss to orange. then yellow. then green, blue, purple…
done. he tips the popsicle away and smiles with coated lips, just barely resisting the urge to tongue at the sticky goodness there. with that, he offers up the popsicle for real this time -- no games, no take backs, nothing. ] Okay. [ he tips it to keith but now there’s a second option. which route will keith take, hm? ]
no subject
popsicle or shiro's syrupy lips. truly, these are the no brainer choices in life that he'd like to be making more often. yet, keith is still recalcitrant enough to look away from the offers being presented to look at the popsicle that's going ignored in shiro's other hand. rolling onto his knees, he scoots closer to shiro, raising one arm to shield them both from scrutiny with black and red feathers.
stopping just as he's started to encorach too far into shiro's persona space, he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to shiro's lips, tongue dipping in to taste that rainbow sweetness all blended together. ]
You're delicious. Even if you are a popsicle thief.
[ murmured into the kiss, keith breathes warm air onto cooled lips and pulls away with purple-blue staining his mouth. not that he seems to realize this because he settles back seeming almost smug, ]
You're dripping all over your hand, babe.
no subject
they’re at the park. it’s midday and bright, far too public for them to be doing this. shiro isn’t exactly opposed to a healthy dose of pda in a relationship, although he does think there’s a time and a place and a limit to what should be put on display for other people to see. this is not pda though. this is… messy. suggestive. even with keith’s makeshift shielding in their otherwise secluded spot, they’re not completely free of prying eyes if anyone cares to look their way.
so they should rein it in. should being the key word here. does he though? again, keith reminds him of the dripping and this time, shiro looks. he blinks slow, feeling lazy and disconnected in the moment. he stares then and it takes him a long time to acknowledge the muddled mix of colored syrup sticking to his knuckles an’ dripping further, to roll into the clasped curve of his palm. ]
Oh. [ a beat. a blink. ] Huh. I am.
[ he should do something about that, shouldn’t he? he catches the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it back an’ forth and only stops when he thinks maybe. he likes the idea better of someone else doing something about it. in public sounds off somewhere in his brain but he’s quick to dismiss it as he looks back to keith an’ his stained mouth.
he extends his hand, offering up both the untouched popsicle and his syrup-ruined hand. ] Clean me up? [ because see, his own mouth is busy. he makes sure of it by tipping keith’s popsicle back toward himself, flicking his tongue once at the tip. ]
no subject
Oh yeah? But I'm thinking I might have to report a crime first.
[ popsicle larceny. the most unforgivable crime of all. sumarlok's finest are just itching to take on that case, surely. keith licks his lower lip, incidentally cleaning off about half the syrup., then feigns looking around this way and that for one of shiro's coworkers. ]
Wher'es a good cop when you need one, huh?
no subject
Hey now. There’s no crime here.
[ and excuse you, shiro is a good cop. a very good cop. there’s even murmurings around the station of him being among the candidates being considered for a promotion. comes with a snazzy, private office. wouldn’t that be nice? then he could fully conceal the files of actual crimes by someone. ]
We’re boyfriends. [ he flicks his tongue at the popsicle again, starting at orange and ending on red. and yes, it’s still “keith’s” popsicle. ]
What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.
no subject
smile turning sly, keith pointedly ignores the untouched popsicle and leans in close enough to lick a hot stripe on the other side of the popsicle held to shiro's lips. ]
That means I won't hear one peep of discontent if I eat up all your cereal tonight right, big guy?
[ don't mind him calling shiro out here, keith's just having a good time. perhaps too much of a good time seeing as they've attracted the attention of one silvery haired unicorn. he comes up behind keith, shaking his head. ]
Pardon me.
[ practically catapulting himself away from shiro and the popsicle, keith winds up about two feet in the air behind shiro, and peering down red faced at their unihorned intruder. ]
I don't mean to be rude, but there are young ones by the lake who needn't see such behavior.
[ then with a pleasant smile for shiro and a wink up at keith: ]
You'll resist the corrupting influence of impurity, won't you?
no subject
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. ]
no subject
fortunately for the unicorn, shiro beats him to the punch in saying something. not that the unicorn particularly seems to pay shiro much mind. his eyes are still on keith. smile sweet as he cants his head and long silvery locks cascade elegantly over one shoulder. now vaguely reminded of lotor, keith's frowning only intensifies. met with hostility from both boys, the unicorn holds up both hands with a laugh. ]
But of course. I do not wish to agitate. [ and once again, directed at keith: ] Least of all, one such as yourself.
[ this time, keith does snap right back. ]
The hell is that supposed to mean?
[ but the unicorn merely titters in an oh you know sort of fashion, bows politely at the pair and canters off. ]
no subject
doesn’t make him much of a fan for emerald park though. part of him suddenly wants to head home. even if he’s at major risk of wedging himself in a doorway again, at least their apartment is unicorn free and keith is safe there from judgment and unwanted attention. seriously, what the fuck was that?
he frowns -- no, straight up glares at the unicorn’s retreating form, echoing a low: ]
Oh you know…?
[ does keith actually know? the unicorn spoke with confidence and maybe even a hint of familiarity, like he knew something about keith. have they met before? was this not a random chance meeting? these questions fire off in his head, each one building off the other until shiro’s stuck on assumption and full of suspicion. he still doesn’t turn to face keith, he’s too busy keeping the unicorn in his sight, even as he canters further an’ further away. ]
What was that about?
no subject
I don't know. [ he exhales grumpily, mussing up his fringe. ] Never seen that weirdo before so I don't know what his problem is.
[ with a huff, he starts to fold his arms, though the position isn't nearly as comfortable when it means he ends up with feathers poking his thighs. le sigh. ]
What's with everyone flirting with you today anyway. [ no, that is not a pout. shut up. ]
no subject
he really needs to do something about these popsicles. however, before he get too far into finding a solution to that, keith throws out that last comment and… hold up, what? his head snaps up and then he pivots his weight, quarter turning to get a look at keith. ]
Flirting with me? [ brow furrows, confusion filling his face. ] He was flirting with you.
[ another short-stop, one that has his frown deepening, almost to the point of him being comically distressed. ] He winked at you!
no subject
Was he? [ keith gives shiro a doubtful sort of look. what even are the odds of two unicorns being into him anyway? seems low. especially when there are a plethora of better explanations for this. exhibit a: ] You sure that wasn't just a twitch from the sun being in his eye?
[ assuming that shiro's right about who the winking was even directed at in the first place which doesn't seem likely because... ]
I'm pretty sure the guy was threatening me somehow. [ ... ] Are some people into that?
The griffin hate is now game canon. I'm so proud.
for now, keith will earn himself a flat look for the sun comment. and as for the rest? ]
Probably. [ fucking griffin. he frowns, pursing his lips in thought and then huffing as he tosses a glance the other way, double-checking that the unicorn is very much keeping his distance. ]
Some people have trouble verbalizing their interest. So they tease you… or in this case, threaten you for allowing yourself to be corrupted? [ it sounds so preposterous that he can’t even prevent his voice from pitching higher as a question. still: ] I think he wasn’t a fan of you having a boyfriend.
j can't believe this
..and they think making me mad will make me like them more?
[ as crap as he may be at reading people, keith is pretty fucking sure that's not how things work at all, even if the part about difficulty verbalizing feelings is at least relatable. brow furrowed and looking contemplative, keith sprawls out onto the grass.
maybe there's half a kernel of sense somewhere in that. after all, keith was pretty pissed off at shiro when they kissed the first time. unsure what to think about this, he frowns up at the sun,
raising one arm to partly shield his face. ]
I dunno. Maybe it's just a unicorn thing.
[ that's obvioously the safe conclusion to draw here. ]
i await the day a griffin player joins, so i have to properly deal w this terrible idea
crushing a young man's hero worship. tut tut.
that's what he gets for being the worst.
he's trying his best ok
his best is shit l:
does he get an A for effort...
no. he gets a F for being a fker. l:
so harsh, so unforgiving..!
can't coddle him forever. he must learn.
he KINDA learns. eventually.
until shiro gets back to earth + sees it w his own eyes... griffin is >|
i love how this implies shiro does more thinking about griffin than keith does
maybe shiro's the one mistaking hate with thirst :/
shiffin... the one ship keith did not see coming.
i just can't take shiffin seriously w a name like that.
it sounds like a hobbit name
.... omfg it really does. silbo shiffins. i'm leaving.
i think you should make an oc.
watch it, i just might.
does shilbo shiffins have a best friend named holdo shattins
.......... i think i said i was leaving.
wait no come back :c
i keep being suckered back by how cute penguin keith is.
as yoou should