[ shiro’s body dips, barely, with the weight of that knee pressed close; it has him smiling still and drawing out a hum, only for the sound to cut off almost as soon as it’s started. hindsight argues that he should have anticipated this. once, a month or so ago, keith stood before him at his bedroom door and tentatively asked him to close his eyes. the aim had been offset and higher last time, but ultimately, led to a kiss that had shiro’s breath stuttering and heartbeat fluttering. shiro’s so often hopeless and blind when it comes to what is so plainly right before his eyes; he can’t fully blame the alcohol in his system, he likely would have waltzed right into this with a clear mind too. the only difference? here, his mind is quiet. keith presses close to take what is so foolishly offered and the reasons to pull away don’t stack.
natural. that’s what keith asked. that’s what shiro agreed to. that’s his one, centering thought and buoyed on it, shiro finds himself enjoying the moment for what it is, rather than obligating himself to a denial.
it’s more than he’s ever expected and yet, he’s immediately greedy for it. he wants so much and feels so much: those hands upon his face cradle him in such a way that have him feeling, no, believing that he’s someone precious. adored, even. he keeps his hands steady at keith’s hips, desperate to pull him closer but hesitance finds him despite the murkiness of his awareness, stoking a fear toward upsetting the fragility of this moment. so he merely holds on and similarly, hangs onto the press of keith’s lips.
one, two – it’s such a short kiss. just like that, the pressure gives and as shiro draws a breath through his parted, regretfully released lips, he keeps his eyes closed. it takes a beat for him to find his voice, but when he does, it comes out quiet on hope that is both uncertain and raw. ]
Last time – I opened my eyes and you were gone. [ remember? he taps the fingers of his left hand against keith’s hip, just once, in one cascading flow from pinky to index and then ends with a quirk of his lips. ]
no subject
natural. that’s what keith asked. that’s what shiro agreed to. that’s his one, centering thought and buoyed on it, shiro finds himself enjoying the moment for what it is, rather than obligating himself to a denial.
it’s more than he’s ever expected and yet, he’s immediately greedy for it. he wants so much and feels so much: those hands upon his face cradle him in such a way that have him feeling, no, believing that he’s someone precious. adored, even. he keeps his hands steady at keith’s hips, desperate to pull him closer but hesitance finds him despite the murkiness of his awareness, stoking a fear toward upsetting the fragility of this moment. so he merely holds on and similarly, hangs onto the press of keith’s lips.
one, two – it’s such a short kiss. just like that, the pressure gives and as shiro draws a breath through his parted, regretfully released lips, he keeps his eyes closed. it takes a beat for him to find his voice, but when he does, it comes out quiet on hope that is both uncertain and raw. ]
Last time – I opened my eyes and you were gone. [ remember? he taps the fingers of his left hand against keith’s hip, just once, in one cascading flow from pinky to index and then ends with a quirk of his lips. ]
Will you stay this time?