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Who: shiro + keith
When: perm log for these idiots
Where: all over
Summary: say, say o playmate from the august tdm. the butcher's camp from the september tdm. quarter pounder from the september event. keith's birthday. hermy the wormy from the december tdm. in the hive from the december event.new year, new you from the january tdm. end of january, references january event.
Warnings:
say, o say o playmate: hallucination, blood, ritualistic sacrifice, claustrophobia.
the butcher's camp: animal death, animal mutilation, both human and animal butchery, implied cannibalism, stripping ( nsfw ).
quarter pounder: blood, animal attack, consumption of human flesh, violence, gore, body horror, potential for severe injury, including puncture wounds and broken bones, potential for choking, potential for animal death.
keith's birthday: boys being stupid.
hermy the wormy: worms, decay, altered mental states/compulsion, emotional corruption, potential for violence, body mutilation, attempted murder.
in the hive: insects/swarms, bites, vomiting, body horror, death ( npcs ), mental and physical trauma
new year, new you: self-doubt, body dysmorphia trauma, cringe talk about sex safety, hook-up culture, body modification ( steroid and synthol oil use ), mention of drug use
end of january: implied animal death, self-doubt, body image issues, body dysmorphia, self-harm, body mutilation, skin burning, drug use mention ( tren steroid ), implied extreme dieting ( starvation & dehydration ), nsfw ( heavy petting and nudity ). reference to shiro's scars.
When: perm log for these idiots
Where: all over
Summary: say, say o playmate from the august tdm. the butcher's camp from the september tdm. quarter pounder from the september event. keith's birthday. hermy the wormy from the december tdm. in the hive from the december event.new year, new you from the january tdm. end of january, references january event.
Warnings:
say, o say o playmate: hallucination, blood, ritualistic sacrifice, claustrophobia.
the butcher's camp: animal death, animal mutilation, both human and animal butchery, implied cannibalism, stripping ( nsfw ).
quarter pounder: blood, animal attack, consumption of human flesh, violence, gore, body horror, potential for severe injury, including puncture wounds and broken bones, potential for choking, potential for animal death.
keith's birthday: boys being stupid.
hermy the wormy: worms, decay, altered mental states/compulsion, emotional corruption, potential for violence, body mutilation, attempted murder.
in the hive: insects/swarms, bites, vomiting, body horror, death ( npcs ), mental and physical trauma
new year, new you: self-doubt, body dysmorphia trauma, cringe talk about sex safety, hook-up culture, body modification ( steroid and synthol oil use ), mention of drug use
end of january: implied animal death, self-doubt, body image issues, body dysmorphia, self-harm, body mutilation, skin burning, drug use mention ( tren steroid ), implied extreme dieting ( starvation & dehydration ), nsfw ( heavy petting and nudity ). reference to shiro's scars.
that's prolly a mistake.
… a dumb drawing that he wants more of and wants to return in full.
his antsy with the desire to get more lines on keith and as keith works on the crisscrosses on the melon, shiro looks keith up and down unabashedly, eagering tossing around ideas of where he wants to mark and how he wants to mark. he’s interrupted before he can put any solid ideas into action with keith finishing up and saying how he needs to settle into acceptance for how his body currently is. he wrinkles his brow, immediately finding the idea distasteful. there’s nothing about keith’s appearance that warrants settling. he doesn’t need to look like shiro in any capacity. in fact, shiro likes that keith’s body isn’t bulked up and big. there’s elegance in the leanness of his form and an athleticness that’s more functional, more desirable in movement, the compact cut of muscle not overwhelmingly obnoxious.
he almost says as much but keith gives him a gentle push and shiro does as requested: he puts his back to the ground. it’s just enough of a delay that it has him hesitating on what was so vehement a moment ago. if keith wants to build up his body, good on him. shiro’s opinion that he’s already pretty is neither helpful nor appropriate. especially not helpful right now when keith is hovering by, running the tip of his finger down and through his ridges of muscle. he feels a twitch and thinks shit; focusing on the leaves and twigs digging into his back becomes more pivotal in the next moment.
keith tugging at his pants does not help either. or actually -- it does. because it’s paired with a promise of more drawings and shiro gets caught up in the image of red lines all over his legs. it’s distracting. it’s centering. it has him breathing out: ]
Yeah? [ there’s little time to even consider this being a bad idea when his hands at at his button a moment later. through the loop and fingers now drawing down the zipper, he briefly catches up enough to think what are we doing before it’s shoved aside, similarly to how he shoves the pants down his lifted hips. some wriggling around results in him freeing one leg and then using it to kick the pants off the other. he resettling fully on the ground and sighs, smiling with a giddy kind of energy.
so keith wants to draw more, right? ] I’ve got big thighs. [ and now the smile curls slyly as he draws one leg up and bends it out, opening up the smoother, wider drawing canvas of his inner thigh. ] How’s this for a drawing area? [ he’ll make it even bigger too, by hooking his fingers at the hem of his boxer-briefs and snap the elastic higher. ]
i can throw the key away again
No kidding. Better think of something that'll take up all that space.
[ big thighs indeed. one the one hand, this is excellent for reasons keith can't parse out for the most part, but on the other hand the parts that do make sense for reasons suspiciously unrelated to lines and drawings make keith bite the inside of his lip, suddenly a mix of guilty and sheepish. either way though, the concensus is clear: he wants to see all of it. because a body as amazing as shiro's obviously (?) needs to be properly and completely drawn on.
keith swallows, fingers smoothly gliding up the line of shiro's inner thigh to map out his canvas, but this time he tries not to look shiro in the eye. can't look shiro in the eye -- at least, not without feeling warm around the cheeks. swalloowing yet again, keith presses the pen to shiro's thigh and carefully starts to draw out three wuarters of a pupper. ]
Like that.
[ and then he keeps the pen pressed to the border of shiro's boxer briefs and breathes out with a hopeful smile. ]
Gonna need a little more room to finish this little guy off though.
would you come visit me in jail?
quit it. focus. his thoughts are spinning a story that is more fiction than fact. keith is merely mapping out his drawing area now, for a drawing that is so important to both of them that it is beyond shiro’s ability to articulate. why is getting that paint pen on his skin so needed? and why is he still impatiently waiting for the opportunity to turn the tables and have keith stripping down instead? why do they even need to strip down?
because the dog is missing its hindlegs and shiro’s underwear is in the way, that’s why.
it makes sense to him and it really shouldn’t, enough so that he doesn’t immediately say no. he isn’t so far gone that he immediately says yes either. he pushes himself up on his elbows to get a better look at both the drawing and then keith’s downtipped face that’s both flushed and determined not to raise his eyes. for what feels like the first time since this whole thing started -- and most likely is -- shiro looks to the opening of the shelter, again getting one moment of clarity to think this is absurd. the smell of blood permeates the whole camp, animals are shredded to pieces feet away and here they are, proposing shiro to get naked in a poachers tent. a poacher who could come back at any moment.
-- but the drawing. leaving the picture unfinished has his stomach churning and anxiety running throughout. they can’t -- they have to -- he needs the rest of it done. ]
Yeah, okay… [ he sounds like he’s convincing himself as he goes and honestly, it doesn’t take much beyond that. he looks to keith before sitting up fully to get his hands on the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ] Can’t leave the pup without the rest of his body.
[ so, guess he’ll be exposing his own. the underwear comes down and he tosses them onto his discarded pants, wincing only slightly at the press of the forest floor against his skin when he leans back again, supported on one elbow. casually, with the kind of disconnect that is only possible when his mind is steadily repeating red lines, red lines, shiro moves his dick to lie against his other thigh, leaving keith’s drawing space unhampered. ] How’s that?
[ for drawing space, he means. enough room left to finish the pup? ]
i would consider it i suppose. i am a charitable being.
it's rude to stare, keith realizes. but between the sudden hammering in his chest and some horrible curiosity that he hopes shiro can forgive, he stays looking for a beat too long, face warm as slowly the last bits of shiro come into unobscured view. keith swallows, barely managing to keep a woah to himself as shiro tucks his dick out of the way.
get a grip. keith chastises himself immediately, eyes snapping back to the more appropriate (?) inner apex of shiro's thigh. his throats gone dry and suddenly, he doesn't trust himself to swallow or attempt talking. ]
Mm- mhm! [ nodding vigorously to get the point across better, keith presses the pen tip back to the unfinished line of the weiner dog, then draws the rest of its body, its tail following the curve around shiro's thigh. fuck -- is just about the only clear thought going on in keith's head as he moves his hand as steadily as possible, but it's impossible not to brush the side of his hand against more sensitive spots, and somehow it's his own skin that's tingling from the sensitivity. when the drawing is complete, keith's voice comes out pitched a pinch higher. ]
All done. [ shit. finally, he clears his throat and slowly moves his hand away. ] ... Is that good?
[ .... the drawing. he means the drawing, but fuck if he's going to clarify anything while he's feeling flustered. ]
you could also be charitable and let me out.
this time, shiro doesn’t have to prevent an ill-timed laugh; his throat has gone dry and the joke has missed its mark with him, at least in any way that would have him laughing. instead, shiro’s current feeling swings in the other direction and he finds himself increasingly warmer and unsettled. there’s a pen dragging along the skin of his inner thigh and a hand brushing places it really shouldn’t, shiro doesn’t have a tight enough control over himself to feel nothing. what he feels right now is a little fuller under his hand and as keith finishes off the drawing, pulling away, it’s both a blessing and a curse.
he swallows and considers his options. ]
Y--es. [ well he blew that. an awkward pause in the middle of a one-syllable word, that takes talent. he eyes keith’s flushed face and soon decides that’s a bad idea, instead looking down. ] He’s cute. [ the pup. only the pup. now what? there’s an extended pause and shiro taps his pen against the ground, eyes back on keith and more specifically, the inches of skin unmarked. ]
I think… it’s my turn to draw. [ he doesn’t move though. he can’t. moving his hand will be incriminating; reclining here and staring at keith’s naked upper body isn’t helping matters either, which he really ought to examine further, but of course won’t. so the only way to get his pen on keith without embarrassing himself would be: ] Show me your back?
do you really deserve to go scot free tho....
keith swallows, tilting his head back a little further up to look at the ceiling of the poacher's tent. it doesn't actually accomplish much of anything, except to exacerbate the tension in the atmosphere, but somehow it feels a whole lot safer than looking at any part of shiro's very bare body. the more he looks, the more he wants to draw and the more he draws, the more he wants to touch, and the more he touches, the more opinions start to form.
....
okay so maybe all of those processes are happening concurrently and amplifying each other rather than strictly being a byproduct of drawing, but fuck if keith is going to unpack any of that. or give any more space to the awareness of this whole experience being the first time he's ever touched anyone like this and by all accounts this is objectively terrible. surrounded by animal carcasses that've ripped apart and the threat of unknown danger? yeah. messed up time to be feeling warm and bothered.
which is why, of course, keith ought to be saying no to his best friend's suggestion. it'd be the rational thing to do and yet... the thought of shiro drawing black lines over the rest of his body just feels right -- like it's something that has to be done, in much the same way that going out into the desert to find the source of that mysterious energy had been.
so even before keith has started to worry at his lower lip, he knows what his answer is. he gives a nod, then turns around to expose his back to shiro, settling into seiza pose. and while he could leave it at that, after a moment he asks: ]
Like this? Or my whole back?
imo, yes. yes i do.
what does that even mean though? keith is already missing his shirt and looking at him now, the long stretch of skin from the cervical curve down to the lumbar of his spine is on full display. well, almost. the waistband of keith’s pants shield the lower portion of the lumbar and furthermore, the sacral. ass, is the layman’s way of describing the region. does that count as whole back? backside does seem to suggest that it is.
shiro’s already operating on extremely faulty reasoning and with the offer foolishly given, shiro doesn’t have it in him to say no. ] Well. [ a pause and he’s already mentally putting designs to keith’s spine and down, down, all the way down to the dip in his back and then to the swell of his ass. ]
If you wouldn’t mind… [ he’s yet to remove his hand from himself and in fact, he merely lays it over tighter, slowly pushing himself up with his other until he’s sitting upright. ] It would make drawing easier.
[ so yes. yes take off your pants, keith. ]
youre very biased tho
actually taking off his pants though?? keith breathes out, looking down at the button on his jeans. aside from having wants that keith can't wrap his mind around, it would only be fair, right? shiro took off his pants, so maybe this is better thought of as returning the favor. [
Okay.
[ said quietly, more for his own benefit. keith shifts up onto his knees, quickly tugging both pants and boxers down to his thighs in one fluid motion. the weirdness of the moment once again registers as keith settles back down on his calves and the first thing he spots beyond the tent opening is the decapitated turkey. quickly looking back down, he stares at his dick for a moment before deciding maybe he ought to do what shiro had done and cover it with his hand. swallowing nervously, he glances over his shoulder and offers a half smile. ]
Is this good?
[ or would shiro prefer a different position to draw on? ]
no no. i am completely neutral in this regard.
a freckle on his left cheek.
he only has about two seconds of a clear view. keith settles on his calves and the freckle is lost behind keith’s feet. disappointment trips up his mood and momentarily disables his filter, which is why he slips up on a: ]
No. [ it is not good. hearing it himself has his brain coming back online and his expression slacks, gaze snapping up to meet keith’s backward glance. ] I mean… [ he give his bottom lip a tiny gnaw as he draws a deep breath and then he releases it all, the exhale ending in a laugh and a sheepish smile. ]
You have a freckle. Did you know? [ he leans closer and brushes the backs of his fingers to the beginning curve of keith’s left asscheek. he laughs again, albeit softer, and continues on ridiculously: ] It looks lonely all by itself -- I wanna draw it some company.
:/ seems sketch
Oh that. I've had it for -mmm... [ he pauses, repressing a tiny shiver that threatens to jolt down his spine at the suggestion of touch. stupid. ] For as long as I can remember.
[ presumably it's more accurately a birthmark rather than a freckle considering how little sun exposure his ass gets, but wherever keith's train of thought is .... it isn't on the semantics. it's a small spot, but clearly a shade of deep purple. keith isn't sure if he's self conscious because of that or if it's over the conclusion to what shiro's asking. he swallows, nervousness audible in his laughter again. ]
How d'you ... [ he starts asking, then cuts off mid-question. this is ridiculous -- the options for presenting his ass are straight forward enough. either stand up and awkwardly hang out with his dick out in full display of the tent opening, lie down on the ground and rub his dick in the dirt, or ......
biting the inside of his lip, keith leans forward, shifting onto his hands and knees. ]
Never thought of it as lonely before.
you distrust me without cause.
or not, because keith taking initiative translates to keith on his hands and knees, bare assed.
it’s the same old story, the same internal struggle he’s been dealing with since wandering into this tent. there’s something so intrinsically wrong about eyeing up his best friend, bent over and presenting himself. and yet, even as he feels this, he thinks it’s just as wrong to not finish marking up that skin. the number of drawings left is growing shorter in his head and he thinks, maybe, he’s on the home stretch of scratching that itch to draw and draw and draw…
keith is almost complete. just a little more.
he pops off the cap and shifts that much closer, hand off his dick now and stubbornly ignoring the shift of it -- lift of it?? -- off his thigh. breathing out slow, he places that hand on keith’s hip to encourage him to stay still. ]
Well, either way, it won’t be now. [ he has the pen to keith’s cheek, an inch offset of the freckle-birthmark, on the outer side of keith’s ass. ten seconds and he’s done. ]
It now has a peach friend. [ and after a moment’s thought, he doodles a heart in between and above the two. ]
can you even say that with a straight face
[ as in a friend that's peach colored or the fruit? keith is pretty sure there's a joke somewhere here, but whatever it is goes over his head with the follow up press of pen to his ass. but ultimately, none of that is what keith ought to be focusing on. shiro drawing on his body is an issue secondary to the issue of his own behavior here. why did he agree, why did he put himself in this position, why did shiro agree and what's going on with this need to draw?
ultimately, keith has to conclude maybe he's being a coward in avoiding all of that because the answer to 'a peach friend" is somehow the one that demands the least amount of emotional energy. heart racing, he swallows and almost blurts out something about feeling strangely satisfied despite the fucked up siituation they're in, but the key word there is almost.
the wind shifts, and with it keith's entire demeanor shifts as well. satisfaction collapses under a sudden oppressive feeling that something is coming. keith doesn't know how to explain how the fuck he knows this, but he's quick to get the hell up and pull his pants back on.
no time to explain, no time to analyze -- keith doesn't stop moving until all of his clothes are back on and the backpack slung on his shoulders. turning then, he sees shiro has done the same. great. so whatever it is, they're both feeling it apparently, which only bolsters the need to run. sparing just a quick:
We need to get out of here. [ and then keith runs out through the tent opening, almost slips on coyote entrails in his haste to get out, but apart from that minor hiccup the two of them make a clean sprint back to the trees and right back to the main hiking trail. safe but marked all over for reasons that don't seem to make any kind of sense anymore, keith and shiro return to adi in relative silence. ]