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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.
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testing shiro's words shouldn't be the reflex here, but actions always speak so much louder than words which is why keith gives them so much more weight. even so, it doesn't take a genius to look at the steeled look on his best friend's face to know in advance that he isn't going to back down. keith's heart skips a beat then, but his own expression stays guarded. why? he couldn't say other than some vague need to brace himself.
shiro moves the box aside, then pulls him in close before pressing a kiss to his forehead. lower down this time, all intentional, no chance of misinterpreting the whats and whys of the situation. the contact isn't exactly brief either. four long ticks drag on and keith forgets to breathe for all of them. whatever he was trying to prove here suddenly sublimates into nothingness, his head an empty chasm of reverating silence.
sexy ghost. you're my family, i love you. jimmy and the steak mission. brothers. i know exactly who you are. honeydew. you're perfect.
jesus fuck, he lets out the breath he'd been holding, then draws in a quick inhale as shiro pulls away and shoots him that expectant look. where he'd felt disconnected from his body before a split second earlier, suddenly he can't turn down the volume on his heart pounding in his chest or settle the swooping butterflies in his stomach. does this even mean anything when he practically goaded shiro into doing that? his own expression softens, eyes round as he looks at his best friend. ]
...did that still feel natural to you?
[ it's a ridiculous question. of course, it couldn't have. not when it was prompted in the way that it was. flustering, but still refusing to give up on eye contact, keith swallows. ]
edit time vs post time. ah interesting, you tabbed back in.
Yeah.
[ that bravado only lasts through that one word. it’s out and then shiro buckles under the sudden weight pressing heavy in the moment. he straightens his spine and sits up from his forward lean, hand moving from keith's neck. even that is toeing at boundaries, because he doesn’t lift his hand. he drags it free along his neck and smoothes his palm along the curve of his shoulder before finally settling on the meat of it, grasping firm. arguably, the whole thing is a heavy-handed caress, only to end on a move that is far more familiar to them.
it helps steady shiro. it reinforces the notion that he and keith don’t fit within the normal constraints of friends. they’ve been through so much together, both in their formative years and in these life-changing past few. they trust each other beyond explanation and are as close as two best friends can be -- aren’t they? touch comes freely between them, so why can’t that extend to an affectionate kiss on the forehead? he loves keith. keith is his family.
no. they’re family. keith thinks so too.
another beat to that pause and then a smile quirks, the look of it encouraging, yet voice tentatively shy in its honesty. ]
Most things do with you. [ that’s why they get along so great, right? they seem to fall together and fit, no matter what it is they’re doing, saying, or thinking. either way, it’s accompanied with a one-shoulder shrug of his free arm, trying to soften some of that with nonchalance. ]
silence :|
one breath. forget the script, maybe he's completely lost the fucking plot if swapping kisses has somehow crossed over into "natural" territory while he wasn't looking. hell, maybe it feels natural for shiro, but keith swears his forehead is still tingling from where shiro's lips touched. is that natural? probably not -- no definitely not. but it doesn't feel wrong either, in much the same way that the hand moving down the line of his shoulder doesn't feel out of place.
with the feeling like he might be losing an unspoken stand still fading fast, keith breaks eye contact to look down at his shoulder, head ducked to try and keep the tiny, helpless smile to himself for a brief moment while his thoughts settle. ]
I like that it does.
[ whether he means the kisses or the fact that most things feel natural together is a bit vague, but there's only so much topping a deep dish pizza crust can hold up without starting to sag. another tick and the pizza slice flops, dripping cheese and tomato sauce on keith's shirt and pants. ]
Oh.
[ anticlimactic. ]
:x
Damn. [ soft, almost awed in its disbelief. ] I really should’ve grabbed us some plates.
[ or more astutely, he should have backed off quicker, rather than continually inserting himself in keith’s space while the poor boy was in the midst of trying to eat. either way, as far as shiro is concerned, the blame lands on him. the grimace hasn’t quite left him and so, his expression is very much still wrinkled and forlorn, apology filling his gaze as he finally lifts it from the mess. ]
Sorry about that. [ and then, without another damning pause of uselessness, he eases further out of keith’s space and pushes himself to his feet. ] I’ll get you a towel.
[ the apartment is small to begin with. jamming three bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, into this square footage means the bedrooms are pretty cramped. shiro simply has to turn, take a few steps and he’s already at the door to his restroom.
… two steps before that though, he sees his dresser and without thinking, a different offer presents itself. ] Or a shirt – how about a shirt? [ there’s no real reason for it. they’re carving pumpkins. mess is everywhere, even without plateless pizza. nonetheless, there’s a big, blotch of red on keith’s shirt and… maybe shiro doesn’t like seeing red stains anywhere near keith’s ribs. ] You can ball yours up and toss it in the hamper.
[ shiro will just be stepping over to his dresser in the meantime. ]
GOOD.
there's no getting around it. it's a greasy, cheesy, tomato saucey mess. resentful at the cosmos, keith picks gingerly at a large piece of pepperoni and plops it in his mouth. questionable table manners or not, it's too much of a waste of food. visibly deflated, keith looks up again just in tine to hear a sorry, and watches shiro get to his feet.
what's he even apologizing for? the confusion barely has time to set in before there are two offers made. despite it being a pretty zero effort task to get up and walk back to his own room for a change of clothes, keith simply just nods at the offer as he gets to his feet. ]
Okay. Gotta get this stuff off first.
[ hem still pulled as far from him as possible, keith picks at another piece of cheesy sausage and plops that into his mouth as well. ]
Wanna help?
[ there is zero consideration given for the fact that this is ... potentially a gross thing to ask for help with. ]
... you edited just to add a comment here.
any thought of finding a smaller shirt — does he actually have anything that much smaller? – is gone and past before shiro can act on it. he turns his head toward keith, humming faint and brief to the question and – oh. one long moment to take in keith standing there, shirt pulled far enough out that he can see a sliver of his belly and then shiro looks to the mess itself. ]
You don’t have to do that.
[ the glob of cheese is the worst of it, although there is another pepperoni left and bits of meat too. he turns back to the dresser to push the drawer shut and then he’s walking over to keith, stopping a few steps short in front of him.
he has that odd pinch to his face, not quite a frown, more of a grimaced smile, like he’s trying to be encouraging rather than judgmental. ]
There’s plenty of pizza. You know, without cotton fibers. [ and dirt. and sweat. and whatever else they likely picked up while tromping all over that pumpkin patch. listen, it’s very important that keith’s deep dish tasting experience isn’t hampered more than it already has been. ] Just scoop it off and toss it in the garbage.
AND TO CHANGE MY ICN ACTUALLY.
Mm.
[ he turns then to go stand in front of shiro's trash can. admittedly it's still not keith's instinct to just scrape off that last bit of pepperoni and sausage, but like hell is he going to eat it off his shirt now with shiro standing there. one quick swipe of his fingers and most of the remaining mess comes off, which means next to come off is keith's shirt. it comes up over head and keith drapes it over an arm.
still not quite facing shiro, he starts heading into the bathroom to give his hands a wash. in part because yeah, his hands aren't clean, but also to make some other point about his general state of hygiene now that he feels put on the spot about it. brow furowed as he washes, he looks across: ]
Where do you keep your hamper again?
OH. ok that is less reason for me to judge.
when it leads to keith stripping off his shirt? more than it should.
shiro tries not to look. being mindful of keith’s privacy is a laughable reason at this point. that day in the abandoned camp isn’t so long ago; shiro knows what keith looks like when he’s missing more than just a shirt. or well, he did know, up until a few weeks ago when keith earned himself a pretty nasty looking scar. it’s not the first time shiro’s seen the damage, but it is the first time he’s seen it without a cluster of stitches. it’s still early. there’s still so much time left for his body to heal. shiro likes to think it’ll fade in the coming months, but, well, shiro is all too familiar with the stubbornness of scar tissue.
keith passes into the bathroom and shiro breathes out, shoulders relaxing into a slump. it doesn’t last long. oh, hamper? ]
Out here. Under the bed. [ minimal space in a small bedroom calls for sneaky organization. setting his shirt on the bed itself, shiro crouches down and pulls the basket out from underneath the bedframe. luckily, he did wash the day before yesterday, so it’s still rather empty. the two pairs of boxer briefs are incriminating in their own way though. moving quickly, he piles the pairs of socks and the lone shirt over them, hiding them.
and while keith finishes up in the bathroom, shiro supposes he might as well get it out now. it being the well-wrapped, red-bowed, amazon box. he drags that out as well and rises up to his feet only to spin on his heel and plop right back down again, this time with his ass to the bed. ]
I’ll let you get dressed first but there’s one last part to your birthday. Wanna open it?
stop judging me ;;
one way or another though, he tries to shake it loose from mind as he walks back into the bedroom. mercifully, shiro's got the perfect change in topic queued up and ready to go. glancing first at the hamper, keith tosses his shirt into the pile. ]
Wait, there's more? [ eyebrow raised, he reaches for the grey shirt left out on the bed. ] You've already done a lot though?
[ why that comes out like a question, keith couldn't say. but it's true, right? between the pumpkin patch, the carving, the pizza, the cupcake.... it's been a very full day of blessings and there isn't that much money floating around for them to scoop up without, say, life endangerment. thoughts briefly slide back to that one instagram account and shiro's brief modeling stint. it seems... pretty fucking self centered to even think maybe shiro had been trying to make extra money for his birthday back then.
hell. if anything.,,, maybe his best friend's taken all these steps because he feels... what sorry for keith that he almost died? keith's expression falters at that with uncertainty. he knows shiro well enough to know that pity isn't a motivating driver in their friendship, but still when he looks down his body, there's a fairly obvious round scar on the right side of his chest.
biting the inside of his lip, keith quickly throws the oversized shirt on. out of sight, out of mind, right? forcing a smile, he picks at the fabric, trying to get it to sit right on his frane when the shirt bunches to one side and exposes shoulder. ]
....It was nice just to spend time with you, you know?
[ "nice." what a stupid, empty word. nice. ]
but idk how to stop
ah well.
still, he keeps his smile, even as keith does his particular brand of you shouldn’t have. he thinks keith probably means it too. a lot of people say things like that; faking modesty and downplaying how they really feel, just to appear more gracious for what is provided to them. shiro knows keith is used to having less, that he’s even content in having so very little… but shiro isn’t. he’s not satisfied.
they’ve both already spent too many days lost and ruined and terrified, from the year spent apart to battle heavy months of voltron to this haunted reality. if there’s ever a time to escape the turmoil of their lives and enjoy themselves, it’s keith’s birthday. so yes, shiro’s done a lot of nice gestures today and he has no regrets about the money he’s dished out or the time he’s spent. he only wants keith to be happy, always of course, but especially today.
he bumps his foot against keith’s and pointedly doesn’t stare at the curve of keith’s shoulder. ]
It’s your birthday. [ that’s the explanation of choice tonight. didn’t he say that earlier? well, because that should be the only explanation needed, really. shiro pauses on it but then continues in the next beat, smile softening on an inner play of self-admonishment. ] I can’t pass off my presence as a gift.
[ they spend so much time together anyway, which shiro cherishes and values. but today is different. special. keith deserves more than just another day spent kicking around with shiro. he gives his head a brief one-two shake and flips the gift right side up. ]
This isn’t anything big anyway. [ he holds it out to keith, meeting his gaze. ] Just a small token of home.
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watching as other kids bring in cupcakes and brag about cool laser tag birthday parties has left kind of a bitter taste in keith's mouth about birthdays in general. stupid, envious and sour -- yes, of course he'd been all of those things whenever he was reminded everyone his existence really mattered to was dead or gone.
it's... different with shiro, though. as most things are with shiro. there's a pang in his chest as takes the box from shiro's hands. ]
It's my birthday, huh....
[ keith echoes the sentiment, just trying out the feel of the words. so many times he's heard some spoilt ass kid in his class throw a goddamn tantrum with that exact reasoning and for a second, keith hiccups on a near laugh. in the end, he won't refute it's your birthday because it's meaningful to shiro and despite knowing shiro cares, he feels a little warmer, fuller for the affirmation.
giving up on the fit of the tee, keith plops himself down on the bed beside his best friend, briefly nuzzling his cheek against shiro's arm. ]
You could've slapped a bow on yourself. Would've made a great gift.
[ it's offered up with a laugh, and a more earnest smile that makes it plain that the innuendo's gone right over his head. picking at the wrapping apper, keith peels off the taped on bow and sticks it on shiro's shirt with a laugh. ]
Heh. [ grinning and clearly proud of his work, keith pauses to admire the look for a beat, then adds more seriously: ] ... thanks, Shiro. It means a lot to me.
[ ... you mean a lot to me? keith hesitates on the correction, then turns his attention back to the wrapping paper which he tears off with a satisfying riiiiiiip and upon seeing the box, gives it a curious shake and rattle before peeling off the tape. ]
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shiro abandons any deeper thought on the matter, but leaves his arm where it is as he goes for the easy rebuttal of rolling his eyes. so keith is intent on arguing this shiro gift idea. see, keith says this but shiro really has to wonder what his true reaction would be if shiro had plopped the bow at the crown of his floof and taped a thinly cut ring of wrapping paper around his torso, only to stand outside keith’s door. would keith have laughed? most definitely. would keith have smiled? without a doubt. would keith have thought it was enough? it’s difficult for shiro to find peace with that. deep down, he knows it’s yes but he thinks it shouldn’t be. keith should want more for himself than seeing his best friend empty-handed, waiting to be unwrapped.
– oh. unwrapped is the key word. one of them gets the innuendo. unintended innuendo. not that tacking on an adjective prevents shiro from tripping over his own thoughts. pressure at his chest works as a physical derailment; a miniscule shift with the push and his line of thinking recalibrates, shiro blinking hard at the bow sticking to him. keith’s laughter registers next and shiro gives himself a mental shake. right. yes. it’s a joke. run with the joke.
he huffs and musters a grin. ]
I guess Christmas shopping is gonna be a breeze then. [ a blatant lie, of course. he hopes to amass enough disposal money to get keith more than food and an otherwise cheap outing. for now, he’ll let it be though. he looks up from the bow and leans into his hand there in the bedding, crowding closer to keith. ]
Don’t thank me until you’ve seen it. [ after all this build-up, he can’t help one moment of irrational fear, that a box of cactus candy will be disappointing. one blink and the grin is back to full force however. ]
And then… you can show your gratitude by sharing one with me.
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Uh-huh, cuz you're real likely to have gotten be a "eat shit' shirt or something.
[ he doesn't say, but frankly it doesn't seem that far removed from what lance would have gotten him for christmas, if lance had been forced into it. so actually yeah -- in some ways christmas shopping this year will be relatively easy. it won't be the lonely affair of being alone with a crappy tree and at the same time, it won't be as exhausting as trying to coordinate gifts for all the paladins, allura adn coran. it's not exactly a bright side to being stranded in an otherwise bizarre reality, so keith doesn't mention it and instead redirects all thought back to the box......
....of prickly pear candy? ]
Oh! [ he picks up his box and laughs, tone and expression going soft. ]I haven't had these in ages. [ but he remembers the red chewy squares well enough. looking up at shiro, he gives his best friend a lil side nudge with his elbow as he peels off the plastic to open the candy box. there's zero hesitation as he picks up one of the candies, and holds it up to shiro's lips. ]
Think they'll taste the same in this reality too?
[ he leaves the 'say ah' part unspoken. shiro can infer well enough, after all. ]
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not much of anything, honestly. he can say however, that he hadn’t been expecting keith to hold the candy to his mouth. the motion had been so fluid and smooth, not a hint of doubt in it and while there’s a potent beat of hesitation on shiro’s part, he’s quick to shake free of it. he’s already made keith feel stupid not more than three minutes ago, he’s not about to do it again by plucking the candy from his fingers with anything other than his mouth.
he tells himself to minimize the contact. furthermore, he’ll tell himself his aim is botched and it’s an accident. the accident being how he closes his lips around the whole of the candy and the tips of keith’s fingers. the suckle is barely anything at all, a reflex to ensure he has every drop of sugar, and with that, he pulls back, gaze on keith as the candy sits heavy on his tongue. he takes his time with it, letting the taste bloom as it melts. a few more ticks and he kicks it out to his right cheek, letting it saturate there. ]
Tastes pretty close.
[ he doesn’t actually know. he can’t remember. there are a lot of things he can’t pinpoint about his life; his past life, his real life, the one that takashi shirogane led. forgetting the exact taste of a novelty candy is hardly a thing to get tangled up about, he knows, but it still has him thinking that he hasn’t been home in eons and likely never will.
he seals his lips shut and gives another suck, physically tearing himself from that line of thinking by pitching backward, as though changing positions will change his frame of mind. it doesn’t, of course, but he ends up on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he folds his hands underneath his head. a deep breath, a sigh and then he closes his eyes, forcing a smile that he hopes appears far more care-free than he feels. ]
I can just about feel the Arizona sun on my face, smell the desert air… [ he’s coming up on three years, he realizes. sure, he was technically in arizona for half a day, but he was so discombobulated at the time, that he can hardly remember anything about that experience other than a sparse cabin and the blue lion. heh. amazing how sucking on cactus candy feels a little like home. a beat, a barely there laugh. ] Hear the coyotes yowling.
[ he cracks open one eye, peeking at keith. ] So prepare yourself. You pop one of those in and you'll be hearing them too.
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it shouldn't necessarily come as a surprise when shiro's mouth closes around the tips of his fingers, but keith had imagined it playing out differently. like with shiro biting a cormer of the candy, maybe? instead, keith gets to briefly experience the warmth of his best friend's mouth, a gentle suck and just like that there's a shy little thrum behind his ribs and heat blooming across his cheeks. keith ducks his head, looking down and away at the few granules of sugar starting to dissolve on his fingers.
none of this should be making him blush, but apparently that's not something he can beat down with logic dn reason. at least by now he's worked out that shiro would probably find it gross if he licked his fingers clean, but getting up to wash his hands again feels weirdly excessive. in the end, it's the box of candy still resting on his lap that saves him. keith picks up a second square, turning it over in his fingers while listening to shiro's verdict.
pretty close, huh? ah. but that isn't all. keith watches, curious, as his best friends lies flat on his back, launching into cheesy poetics about home. it'd be easy to call shiro out on it and tease, but the nostalgia for a place and time that's out of reach is just potent enough that there's a second ache behind keith's sternum instead.
he slips the candy into his mouth careful to lick off all the sugar, then goes silent for several beats. it's easy enough to get lost in the memory of the time he first learned you could even make candy out of prickly pear and how his dad had practically slapped his hands away from the cacti by their cabin, but right now? there's someone else keith would rather be thinking about instead.
candy held in his cheek, keith angles to look down at shiro with a playful smile. ]
Like this? [ grinning, he imitates a howl as he pushes down on both of his best friend's shoulders. they haven't wrestled since the accident, but now feels like a great time to start that up again. ]
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know what else is good? keith’s hands on his shoulders. he can feel his body sinking a little more firmly into the mattress. there’s strength there and it’s a comfort to know it. it’s been a long recovery and while keith was out of the woods after the first couple of frantic hours, shiro’s still been agonizing over him this whole time. he worries, of course he worries; every indication, big or small, that keith is recovering helps shiro breathe that much easier.
… though, he’s not breathing quite so easily here. nothing obvious. no hitch to his breath or stutter in flow, just a vaguely felt heaviness as his gaze briefly skirts down from keith’s eyes, to see how that borrowed shirt hangs. the lean has it falling loose around the collar; it’s not just a peek at a shoulder now, he can just about see down his shirt if he looks.
which he is not doing. nope.
gaze back to keith’s, shiro stares for an extended moment, up until the blink and then cracks a grin. he sucks the candy back to the center of his mouth, flipping it over on his tongue and making a point of catching it between his incisors as he broadens that grin to show all teeth. a slight tightening of those teeth and then release – the candy is back behind them, shoved to the inside pocket of his other cheek as his left hand comes up to grasp keith’s wrist. ]
You lookin’ to start something, punk?
[ is keith truly up for some tussling? that’s the real question. shiro doesn’t want to hurt him. ]
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You bet I am, sir.
[ mischievous glint bright in his eyes, keith grins a little wider, heart already starting to beat faster with the promise of a good fight. ]
You're out of practice, aren't you?
[ probably not. shiro's not the one who's been on activity restriction for weeks, but accurate shit talking isn't exactly the point here. keith leans into the pin, lying almost chest to chest to keep shiro's back to the mattress. ]
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keith’s light and keith’s small; a roll and hard pin would be easy with the right kind of leverage. it would be obvious too. boring. so he delays for a beat, smacking his lips on an obnoxious swallow of saliva saturated with prickly pear before abruptly moving.
for all his bulk, he’s surprisingly fast. hands grasp keith’s hips and he brings his bent legs up to press his feet to the edge of the bed. that hip stack? mistake. because shiro uses the new leverage to buck his up, more or less bouncing keith into the air. arms tense and he holds keith up just long enough for him to bring his knees in under keith’s spread legs. keith’s ass to shiro’s shins, shiro’s almost tempted to flex his feet at his hamstrings and keep him there just for the fun of it, but…
he rolls to his right and unceremoniously kicks keith off and to the side, more or less resetting the match. that’s right. shiro doesn’t pursue for a pin. instead, he grins and sits up. ]
Might wanna try a different approach this next time.
[ he’ll give keith a freebie. that didn’t count. ]
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shiro isn't follomwing through for the tuck and pin though, so clearly the old timer's underestimating him a little. ]
You're gonna regret that.
[ keith promises, grin broad and toothy as he slips around shiro's back for his second attempt. arms looping under shiro's arms, keith tries to lock both at the elbows as he scoots up onto his feet from a crouched position. leveraging his entire weight, he pivots his best friend onto his stomach, grappling them into the sheets until he's got one leg pushed between shiro's, and his hips pushing down on shiro's ass. as built as shiro is, it takes some effort to get him exactly how keith wants, but it's all worth it. cheek pressed to the back of shiro's neck, he laughs around the cactus candy in his mouth. ]
Heh. I've got you.
[ a comment that's punctuated with a playful push into the mattress. ]
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on the opposite side of this passive, show-me-what-you’ve-got attitude though, shiro’s competitiveness isn’t so easily ignored. actually, he takes that back, forget his. keith’s competitiveness is the more concerning aspect here. if shiro calls it quits for a yield and gives up bragging rights to keith without any real fight, will keith be annoyed? will he say shiro is handling him with kid gloves? that he’s fine?
the strongest part of shiro is still loose. okay, second strongest, seeing as the galra arm is in a class all its own. keith’s trying, shiro knows, but most of keith’s weight is on shiro’s back and hips; he’s got his legs. he could probably dig his face into the bedding as a counterweight and shove his hips up ( again ) to upset keith’s balance enough for shiro to get his knees tucked. it would be an absolute mess of limbs and jerky movements, but he could probably flip.
… and land on keith.
hm. he turns his head to the side and rests his cheek to the comforter, trying to see keith out of the corner of his eye. too low, too far behind – shiro is unsuccessful. he huffs, gnawing on his candy with a brief back an’ forth grinding of his teeth. ]
Seems like it. [ appearances can be misleading though! he grins and shifts his arms, simply testing the strength of keith’s hold – and yeah, okay, this is a better pin than the last one. ] So what are you gonna do with that? Victory howl?
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Hmph. [ grumped very maturely, keith throws out his other leg to firmly straddle both of shiro's thighs, pinning them between his own. ]
Not much of a victory if you're just gonna deadfish.
[ there's another rock forward as keith tries to put more pressure on shiro's shoulders. don't be such a pillowqueen, bruh?? ]
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Okay, Grumpy.
[ he doesn’t have to see keith’s face to know: he’s probably pouting, isn’t he? in contrast, shiro is still very much grinning. ]
No deadfishing, gotcha. [ a beat and going with this fish joke that isn’t a joke at all: ] How about flop-fishing?
[ shying away from the obvious – and perhaps more damaging – yank of his arms to overpower the grip and backswing with an elbow to clear keith off of him, shiro considers the less effective, but annoying wriggle of his hips. twisting and rocking side to side as best he can underneath and against keith, he’s hoping to upset keith’s balance enough to dislodge his holds.
… but get it? see what he did there? he’s flopping and wriggling and moving like a fish out of water. it’s funny. ]
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breath hitching immediately, keith's grip on shiro's arms loosens a pinch as reflex dictate he pull back. another second later, still flustered but unwilling to lose over something this stupid, keith jerks back harder on shiro's arms as he pulls himself up to his knees, keeping his thighs pressed to shiro's while keeping his hips clear of further .... ah.... flop-fishing. ]
What kind of technique is this?
[ cheeks feeling warm, keith chances releasing shiro's left arm, and throws his newly freed arm around shiro's belly to keep those hips a little better under control. ]
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oh. and look at that, he has his arm free.
keith scoops him around the middle and it’s weirdly automatic to arch his lower back, letting his belly rest heavy in that grip as his ass tries to find keith again. to bump him off, of course. ]
The winning kind!
[ two seconds into it and a few twists of his hips, however, and he abruptly changes tactics. his left hand slams to the bedding. his thighs are still being hugged and his belly is currently captive but none of that matters, because shiro has leverage with his arm and all the weight that comes with shoving his upper body back. and over.
over is the damning part. with all the tussling about, they’ve ended close to the foot of the bed and shiro, the ever observant one, is not in this case. the direction he pushes his body in order to roll keith off is toward the end of the bed, so… uh. keith has three options and about a tick to decide: prevent this disaster for the both of them, bail to save himself, or tumble to the floor with shiro. ]
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the winning kind? no -- god, no. at least not fairly. desperate not to incriminate himself any further, keith lets go of shiro just in time for his best friend to roll. legs still tangled, keith yelps, grabbing onto the sheet as the pair of them twist towards the edge of the bed. ]
Shiro, no!
[ but at that point, it's not shiro who is in control. it's kinetic energy, inertia and then gravity as they roll right off the end of the bed and fall. it's not a long drop, but the fall is additionally cushioned by a nice bed of layers of cheese, sauce and dough. it takes keith half a second to even register what the fuck is crushed under half his ass when he leaps up, mortified. ]
Oh no, your deep dish!
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shiro's 'oh shit i'm massively gay' icon
it's a cute look on him!
i like how this icon and your last one kind of go together.
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i feel like i've been left on read. it hurts.
shush now
/leaves this on read
WOW,
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