[ yes, how will this look in the morning? they’ve been through this once before, with a very tipsy keith using shiro as a mattress and drooling all over his chest. so perhaps this will be a been there, done that kind of scenario and come morning, they’ll be able to laugh off any awkwardness, just as they had at the bonfire. unlikely, but it’s good to hope. not that shiro is doing that bare minimum here.
he’s very much in the here and now, with little to no perception of what will happen in the next hour, the next two, three onto eight when he opens his eyes to a splitting headache, only made worse by the realization that he drunkenly crossed a line and took something that can’t be given back. consequence is a foreign concept at present and instead, shiro is sweet and docile, so ensnared by keith’s quiet reaffirmations that he has no resistance left in him.
keith pushes and shiro goes down easily. he lets go of keith’s hips as he leans back and it’s only then, when his back hits the mattress, that he cracks open his eyes to half-mast. his smile is lazy, yet so welcoming; the spread of his arms only adds to that wordless come here. together, it takes some time and some shifting about, but eventually, keith’s boots are off, coat tossed aside and the two of them lying on the bed properly, heads nestled on one shared pillow.
the comforter – which still harbors the faded stains of pizza sauce despite shiro’s numerous efforts to scrub them out – is underneath them. they’re still mostly clothed ( and will surely look rumbled and horrible come morning ) and it’s warm enough in the apartment for them to forgo the sheets. besides, with shiro turned on his side toward keith and raising an arm for keith to scoot under… they’ll be toasty the whole night through.
settling in, shiro’s eyelids grow heavy almost instantaneously to the feeling of keith nestling in close to his chest. they fit together pretty well, don’t they? half-aware of his own inner musings, shiro quirks a smile and then gives into a yawn, tightening his arm to secure keith in close, from the tuck of his face down to the tangling of their feet. ]
Goodnight, Keith. [ his eyes haven’t quite slipped closed and they won’t either, because there’s a huff and a cheeky retort. something about shiro trying to extort another kiss and that he really shouldn’t receive one since he forgot the sir. but before shiro can even try to reason his way into why keith is just as good as sir, keith makes the executive decision to make an exception.
it’s just as good as the first. better even, because this time, he has keith tucked into all the empty spots of his body. feels a little like being complete. as before though, it’s little more than a dragged out peck and once the connection breaks, shiro sighs and smiles. one last goodnight on keith’s part and then it’s a short while before they drop off for sleep. come morning, preconceived expectations may come into play and muddle up what should be so easy to see, understand and accept… but for now, being together is natural and does feel right. hopefully they’ll be able to remember at least that much. ]
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he’s very much in the here and now, with little to no perception of what will happen in the next hour, the next two, three onto eight when he opens his eyes to a splitting headache, only made worse by the realization that he drunkenly crossed a line and took something that can’t be given back. consequence is a foreign concept at present and instead, shiro is sweet and docile, so ensnared by keith’s quiet reaffirmations that he has no resistance left in him.
keith pushes and shiro goes down easily. he lets go of keith’s hips as he leans back and it’s only then, when his back hits the mattress, that he cracks open his eyes to half-mast. his smile is lazy, yet so welcoming; the spread of his arms only adds to that wordless come here. together, it takes some time and some shifting about, but eventually, keith’s boots are off, coat tossed aside and the two of them lying on the bed properly, heads nestled on one shared pillow.
the comforter – which still harbors the faded stains of pizza sauce despite shiro’s numerous efforts to scrub them out – is underneath them. they’re still mostly clothed ( and will surely look rumbled and horrible come morning ) and it’s warm enough in the apartment for them to forgo the sheets. besides, with shiro turned on his side toward keith and raising an arm for keith to scoot under… they’ll be toasty the whole night through.
settling in, shiro’s eyelids grow heavy almost instantaneously to the feeling of keith nestling in close to his chest. they fit together pretty well, don’t they? half-aware of his own inner musings, shiro quirks a smile and then gives into a yawn, tightening his arm to secure keith in close, from the tuck of his face down to the tangling of their feet. ]
Goodnight, Keith. [ his eyes haven’t quite slipped closed and they won’t either, because there’s a huff and a cheeky retort. something about shiro trying to extort another kiss and that he really shouldn’t receive one since he forgot the sir. but before shiro can even try to reason his way into why keith is just as good as sir, keith makes the executive decision to make an exception.
it’s just as good as the first. better even, because this time, he has keith tucked into all the empty spots of his body. feels a little like being complete. as before though, it’s little more than a dragged out peck and once the connection breaks, shiro sighs and smiles. one last goodnight on keith’s part and then it’s a short while before they drop off for sleep. come morning, preconceived expectations may come into play and muddle up what should be so easy to see, understand and accept… but for now, being together is natural and does feel right. hopefully they’ll be able to remember at least that much. ]