[ it’s only natural to flex his arm muscles when keith starts squeezing. it’s not like he’s trying to impress him or anything; he’s simply giving him something more solid to hold onto. not that his right arm needs any help. with the majority of his bicep severed and reforged with replacement tech, he feels lopsided, doesn’t he? not that keith shows any indication of noticing or caring for that matter. he smiles and squeezes again, saying he likes that.
oh…
shiro’s already proven that he’s a bit of an emotional drunk and here he proves it so again by going soft-faced and moony in two seconds flat. keith’s already pulled away but that’s okay, shiro is completely caught up in the knowledge that keith likes him this way. big. shiro likes it too or as much as he can considering the why and how he's ended up this way. he’s always liked being big though, even back at the garrison, only in that it made the diagnosis of his disease feel less threatening and the eventual degradation of his body so far away. he likes being big for other reasons too, he thinks, one of which has to do with how he fits against someone in particular. he’s big enough to serve as a mattress for keith. he’s big enough to work as a blanket for keith. he’s big enough that when they share their nightly hug, keith nestles just right under his chin.
size is an important aspect in any relationship. er – friendship.
he narrows his eyes, suddenly lost on where his thoughts have led him. however, before he fumbles too terrible, keith saves him per usual. ]
Right. Okay. [ getting on is easier said than done. last time, shiro didn’t think a thing about his own weight and keith’s size until they were already tangled up in each other. this time, he’s actively trying to be careful in how he settles on keith’s back. he’s also drunk though, so that care only extends so far. inevitably, the gingerness of his leanings end up with him draped all over keith’s back, legs slid into place for keith to hold on. his arms loop around keith’s neck next and finally, shiro settles, laughing softly as a thought occurs to him. ]
Seems like a missed opportunity to not say form Voltron.
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oh…
shiro’s already proven that he’s a bit of an emotional drunk and here he proves it so again by going soft-faced and moony in two seconds flat. keith’s already pulled away but that’s okay, shiro is completely caught up in the knowledge that keith likes him this way. big. shiro likes it too or as much as he can considering the why and how he's ended up this way. he’s always liked being big though, even back at the garrison, only in that it made the diagnosis of his disease feel less threatening and the eventual degradation of his body so far away. he likes being big for other reasons too, he thinks, one of which has to do with how he fits against someone in particular. he’s big enough to serve as a mattress for keith. he’s big enough to work as a blanket for keith. he’s big enough that when they share their nightly hug, keith nestles just right under his chin.
size is an important aspect in any relationship. er – friendship.
he narrows his eyes, suddenly lost on where his thoughts have led him. however, before he fumbles too terrible, keith saves him per usual. ]
Right. Okay. [ getting on is easier said than done. last time, shiro didn’t think a thing about his own weight and keith’s size until they were already tangled up in each other. this time, he’s actively trying to be careful in how he settles on keith’s back. he’s also drunk though, so that care only extends so far. inevitably, the gingerness of his leanings end up with him draped all over keith’s back, legs slid into place for keith to hold on. his arms loop around keith’s neck next and finally, shiro settles, laughing softly as a thought occurs to him. ]
Seems like a missed opportunity to not say form Voltron.