[ Okay, maybe that was a little too sincere. Unfortunately, Shiro is undeterred, and even more unfortunately he massively overcorrects and dials the flirting up to eleven, letting his hands settle over Keith's hips and his fingers trail around the waistband.
He tries hard not to let himself think about Keith's waist just above it, how small it is, how Shiro can nearly close his hands around it. He's here to look after Keith, not throw him on the floor and beg for it.
Still. ]
That bad, huh? It's worse than I thought. This is urgent.
[ And he tugs Keith closer by his waistband, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he thumbs open the button of Keith's jeans. ]
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He tries hard not to let himself think about Keith's waist just above it, how small it is, how Shiro can nearly close his hands around it. He's here to look after Keith, not throw him on the floor and beg for it.
Still. ]
That bad, huh? It's worse than I thought. This is urgent.
[ And he tugs Keith closer by his waistband, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he thumbs open the button of Keith's jeans. ]