[ just the simple act of shiro sliding an arm around keith's waist and drawing him flush is enough to make every bit of keith thrill in response, leaving him almost dizzy in the face of his own desire. he's never felt this way before; his attraction towards shiro is something as natural and powerful as gravity, and part of him wants to ask if shiro feels it too --
but shiro breaks the kiss abruptly, and snatches at the towel around his waist, and keith doesn't even have to ask why before he realizes that the knot has been knocked undone. he glances down at the hand shiro is using to hold it in place, then up -- the flush creeping into the other pilot's cheeks is adorable, but keith is too damn impatient to really relish the moment. if shiro is trying to take things slow on keith's behalf, keith is more than willing to clear up that misconception now.
so he nudges at shiro's hand until he gets him to turn loose of the towel, using his own to hold it up. then he presses the other hand flat against shiro's chest, pushing him gently backwards until shiro's legs hit the edge of his bed and keith can get him to sit down. there. once shiro is settled, keith lets go of the towel entirely; he feels the fabric whisper across his bare legs as it pools at his feet, and now he's left standing absolutely bare in front of the other man.
he's not the type to preen -- instead, he settles himself right over shiro's lap, one leg braced on either side of the other man's hip until he's straddling. then he leans in for another kiss, this one sweet and slow and lingering, until he finally pulls away to ask: ]
This okay? [ screw going slow for his own sake, but if shiro asked? keith would wait a lifetime to make him comfortable. ]
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but shiro breaks the kiss abruptly, and snatches at the towel around his waist, and keith doesn't even have to ask why before he realizes that the knot has been knocked undone. he glances down at the hand shiro is using to hold it in place, then up -- the flush creeping into the other pilot's cheeks is adorable, but keith is too damn impatient to really relish the moment. if shiro is trying to take things slow on keith's behalf, keith is more than willing to clear up that misconception now.
so he nudges at shiro's hand until he gets him to turn loose of the towel, using his own to hold it up. then he presses the other hand flat against shiro's chest, pushing him gently backwards until shiro's legs hit the edge of his bed and keith can get him to sit down. there. once shiro is settled, keith lets go of the towel entirely; he feels the fabric whisper across his bare legs as it pools at his feet, and now he's left standing absolutely bare in front of the other man.
he's not the type to preen -- instead, he settles himself right over shiro's lap, one leg braced on either side of the other man's hip until he's straddling. then he leans in for another kiss, this one sweet and slow and lingering, until he finally pulls away to ask: ]
This okay? [ screw going slow for his own sake, but if shiro asked? keith would wait a lifetime to make him comfortable. ]