Keith's glad for Shiro's immediate insistence they stay close. He'd thought of doing the same, but hadn't wanted to seem too clingy too soon. Thankfully Shiro takes away his concern over that fairly easily, inspiring one of those shy little pleased smiles from the typically straight-faced Black Paladin. There's a chance that Shiro will see more and more of those, with time, but for now he's just focused on going somewhere where Lance can't pester them or make his little jokes anymore.
Shiro's fingers get a little squeeze, both reassurance and eagerness in the motion, as Shiro informs Lance that this won't be the end of the subject and leads them out.
But then Lance can't help himself, and Keith throws a look over his shoulder - not that it'll probably do much to Lance by now, but the comment might -
Shiro could rather happily do with more of those small smiles from Keith. In fact, it may be one of his overall goals in life. So far, so good, he supposes. He manages to keep from looking back at Lance again, though he has to swallow back a laugh at Keith's admonition. Lance has already found himself trouble. Trouble and likely a genuine dose of gratitude.
But that trouble will have to wait. Shiro has a different priority right now.
He squeezes Keith's hand before lifting it until he can press a kiss to the back of his knuckles, an incidental little gesture, affection simply because it turns out he can. "My room or yours?"
Keith isn't generally the type of man who was all about a lot of PDA... but if Lance got to be obnoxious than so did he. He could always make a point to be some level of gross in front of him since he'd decided to force their hand with a stint in the closet - as grateful as he is that Lance did it, it still chafes him a little. Plus they can now be 100% sure the others are going to know all about it too before they can tell them themselves.
.. He isn't sure if he's fine with that or a little miffed, actually.
"Which one's closer?" Of course Keith is impatient and doesn't want to wait. Even if they're just kissing and curling close the rest of the night it's better than awkwardly trying to stuff down his feelings for the millionth time. Now that they're not playing hide and seek anymore, Keith wants it all before they have to go back to battle.
Oh there's no chance this isn't common knowledge near immediately. But
Shiro can accept that. He wouldn't want to keep it a secret that they're
together. They are together, aren't they? This feels like it's the start of
something, a first step towards something more. God he wants it to be
something more. Keith is precious to him.
He leads the younger man down along the hallway. "Technically works for
me." So his room it is, and when they finally are at his door, he's
fumbling for the badge that will open it, releasing Keith's hands only to
begin patting down the various pockets of his clothes. He feels like he's
back in his Garrison days, excited and new and too excited at the prospect
of stealing away for time alone with--
With someone who means the universe to him. "Hang on. The key is here
somewhere."
There's no way that Keith isn't wanting something more out of this. Out of their new togetherness. Out of something he's wanted for so long but had no idea how to achieve with any sense of reliability. Hell, he'd thought they'd come back to Earth and Shiro would probably reunite with his old flame, or something. Instead he'd here, walking to Shiro's room to go and have a little alone time with him that..
Well, he's hoping can turn in to what they were prodding at before being so rudely interrupted and Shiro pulling them back some. Thankfully. Lest Lance walk in on them with their hands down each other's pants.
Still, he can't help the fond little laugh as Shiro starts patting at his pockets, watching him for a few moments before calmly offering : "Shiro. You usually put it in your left back pocket." Unless, of course, he'd deviated from the norm that day. But Keith's betting that Shiro more than likely is fumbling since.. you know. They're eager to have at each other.
Keith has it right. The eagerness, the rush of anxious anticipation, it's enough to have him thrown off entirely. But he stops the fumbling at what Keith says and reaches a hand back to feel that pocket and... yeah, there it is.
"Right. Got it. Thanks."
A sheepish smile and he moves to unlock the door, waiting for it to open before slipping an arm around Keith's waist and pulling him inside, the door swishing shut behind them. He has the wherewithal to hit the panel to lock it before he moves to back Keith up against it, trap him there and move to claim his lips once more.
Patience. Talking. Taking it slow. Lots of different things he probably should be doing. But instead, that's all gone out the window.
Keith returns that little smile, just as eager to have Shiro to himself. He won't even attempt to deny it, and probably would've been the same on the search for his own key card. Granted, it's probably a thing of its own that Keith already knows where Shiro keeps his keys and all, but they'll think about it later. Right now he's barely containing a need he's had for years - a want that he's been circling but not approaching for longer than he's even been keeping track of.
But finally, finally they've met the cusp and hurled themselves over it, and there's no way that Keith is doing anything but allowing the fall at this point.
Keith can't help an almost giggle as Shiro tugs him in to the room, happy as a clam, of course, to be pulled in with him, the smile still on his face as Shiro backs him up against the door. Any thoughts he might have about taking things slowly or seeing how things go fly out the window fairly quickly as Shiro leans in to kiss him again.
No, instead there's a little something of a moan instead, his hands moving to rest one on Shiro's waist, the other trailing from Shiro's shoulder to his neck with a gentle touch. In typical form there's no sense about Keith that they should stop, or think, or do much more than kiss one another senseless right now.
Neither one of them seem to have any memory of where the brakes are, but they've both still got the throttle figured out, and pinned to its maximum. The voice of reason at the back of Shiro's mind is still trying to make itself heard, but it's drowned out by so much else.
The sound of Keith moaning fills his ears and it's theonly thing that could possibly matter.
Shiro lingers at Keith's mouth a long moment, eventually breaking from his lips to murmur his name, like he's trying to remember how to start a conversation. "Keith..."
His hands knead at his hips, holding tightly, tighter than he needs to. "We should..." Talk. Slow down. Breathe. Any of those. But what he says instead is, "...bed?"
Of course the two with a need for speed remember where the throttle it - there's no other option (at least in Keith's mind) than to slam the throttle down and lock it in place from here. In some part because they've played around this for so long. And in another.. there's still a war to finish. Who knew what could happen in the end of it all. As much as Keith would like to be cool and confident about it, as much as Keith would like to believe nothing can happen from here?
He isn't naive enough anymore to think of anything other than how much he wants to do and experience everything, and quickly.
"Shiro.." Keith murmurs it quietly, playing with the little hairs at the nape of Shiro's neck with gentle fingers. Still pressed close, Keith doesn't even open his eyes until Shiro speaks again, or at least starts, smirking slightly as he settles on the word Keith wants to hear most right about now.
"Yeah.." Keith agrees, nodding, biting at his own lip. And then seems to feel the need to elaborate. "Bed, Shiro."
Keith does have a point in that. They've danced around each other for so long now. Trying to slow down now, to put some space between them seems like a cruel idea. Their time isn't guaranteed. The war around them is an ever-present shadow, and what good would it do to put this off, to deny themselves this?
They can talk later.
Shiro smiles as Keith agrees.
"Good. Come on..." Shiro steps back, reluctantly separating from Keith, holding a hand out towards him.
God he's going to have to buy Lance a thank you basket for this.
Good may be a stretch of a term.. but then again, who knew. Keith's idea of what would be 'good' to do at the moment may differ from another person in this situation's in a rather big way, but in the end... if this ends up in something not ideal, even if it ends up in him getting hurt, there's nothing he wants to do more than explore this to the max. Tomorrow is not guaranteed, hell, the next hour isn't guaranteed - might as well just follow through as best they see fit.
They're both adults, after all.
Still, Shiro holds his hand out, and Keith.. well. He hesitates if only for a moment, quickly hopping to the chance to explain to Shiro about the why : "Give me a second to take off this stupid coat?"
Keith smiles, that kind of dopey smile that says it's maybe a dumb thing to pause for, but - "I'm a little hot in it like.. all the time, honestly.."
No time like the present. Shiro isn't going to argue with that logic. Not now, not when everything in him is ringing with an urgency that has become impossible to ignore. It's hard to put something like this back into a box when it's finally been uncaged after so long.
But that hesitation is enough to have him pausing, at least until Keith speaks.
He visibly relaxes before a grin finds his face. "Yeah, polyester is a little unforgiving." The Garrison has a great many things going for it, but wardrobe is not one of them.
And he's hardly going to argue about Keith stripping. That's just good sense.
"Yeah, and yet every time I get a new uniform, it's polyester.." Some of Keith's "high running temp" as it's been called can now be explained by being half Galra. The rest of it? He isn't quite sure how to explain. Other than, just maybe, being over taken by just how badly he wants the man in front of him. Even if it ends up with them making out in a closet like teenagers. Sure Lance will get a thank you soon enough, but for now...
For now Keith's a little too soaked in where he is right now, fingers plucking at his buttons quickly to push the jacket off and lay it down rather quickly. Under it he's back to basics, a black tank top covering that broader, muscled frame.
But now that it's off... Keith reaches for Shiro's hand, a bit more bold in his approach now that they're alone, tugging him to the ever-familiar bunk. "Ok. No more waiting, Shiro."
Shiro watches as Keith slips out of the jacket, trying and failing to conceal just how interested he is in it. His gaze sweeps over him, the tank top is a good look honestly, and his eyes linger longer than they really need to.
He takes a moment to unfasten and shrug out of his jacket as well before he takes Keith's hand, letting himself be led along this time.
"No more waiting," he agrees, waiting until they're right beside the bed, close to it, to well, pounce Keith back to it. It's a maneuver straight off the training deck. He can't help it. Something in him feels alive, thrilling with a desire that he didn't think he'd ever feel again after everything that had happened.
Before Keith may have blushed at Shiro’s lingering glances, may have thought he had a new scar that Shiro may have noticed. But now - somehow - even knowing that he’s looking at him with that particular heat in his eyes for the same reason Keith is looking at Shiro with the same look as he sheds that terrible polyester jacket.
The same look that he’s always given Shiro since he reappeared on Earth, the same heated glances he’s always given him and the furtive looks away that always followed. Now there’s no need to look away, no need to conceal what he’s feeling.
What they’ve both been feeling.
- Which doesn’t stop him from that instinctive yelp as Shiro pounces on him, or the way that he grabs on to Shiro in response. Thankfully he doesn’t see a reason not to laugh once the initial shock wears off, leaning in to ghost a kiss to Shiro’s lips. “You know you’re lucky I didn’t grab for a weapon.”
Shiro looks more pleased with himself than is likely decent, half at the yelp and half at the laugh that follows. He meets that kiss, soft and sweet and lingering a long moment. The grin on his face only widens as he draws back to hear that warning.
"I can probably take you," he teases, "Weapon or no." Now it would be a contest, a challenge. But that's part of the appeal in Keith. He can meet him on equal footing, has been a challenge in so many ways like no one else has. Shiro is better because of it, because of Keith.
"But I don't want to fight right now..." Just the opposite, really. Shiro's fingers slip upwards, finding their way beneath the hem of Keith's tank top, moving slowly up over his stomach.
“Depends what kind of ‘taking’ your talking, Shiro.” Okay, well he might be going to hell for that line but he’s also very much not sorry. And very much telling the truth, when it comes to their current situation at the moment. He’s also happy to switch, if that’s what Shiro wants, he just... wants to do everything.
Anything that Shiro wants, anything that’s most pleasurable together. To explore with every bit of what they’d been holding back for so long and not acting on for even longer. Whether it was because of their difference in age, in rank.. whatever ..
None of that mattered anymore.
Not when he’s leaning up close to kiss him again, another one of those lingering, feather light teases of a kiss, pulling his muscle in to definition for Shiro’s touch. “Just tell me, Shiro. And we can. Anything.”
Shiro's eyebrows shoot up at that. Wow, okay. So it's like that, is it? He laughs again, the sound light and relieved, like all of this finally coming into the open has freed something inside him, or maybe it's just the light of it shining bright enough to push back the darkness for now.
With Keith with him, wanting him, it's more than enough for Shiro to focus on this moment, to let the war and the danger fade into the background.
"I'm talking about... everything. Anything. Keith..." His hand climbs further up, flesh and blood fingers mapping over this new and fascinating territory. Beautiful Keith, his force of nature. "I want what you want. I want to give you everything." Whatever the shape of it, however it comes.
"Then we're on the same page, there." Keith is content, in that moment, knowing that at the very least they're on the same page, here. Shiro had been prudent to stop them before they'd gone too far in a place where Lance would have, no doubt, been a little too nosy.. but now that they're alone..
Keith lets Shiro have his moment, for now, in no rush at all to have the older man stop touching him, in no rush to leave their bubble of the moment. Outside were things much heavier than weighing a new relationship, outside was something tough and difficult that he didn't have to think about in this moment, for once, and he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible. It gives Keith pause, a little, wistful smile spreading on his face before he leans up to give Shiro another one of those lingering kisses.
"No use in holding back, mn?" Of course, this is literally Keith's life mantra, at this point, but he means in deeper ways, this time. No use in hiding anymore, no use in waiting when the next hour wasn't even a guarantee. With that in mind, though, he follows Shiro's progress up his torso to pull the shirt off, content to let Shiro have his moment, to let him explore as much as he wants.
"No use in holding back," Shiro agrees, and it's not like him. Not like the tactical planner, not his usual grip on patience, on self control. Keith shatters all of it to pieces, lights a fire in his blood that burns far too hot to ignore. God he's done ignoring it.
Keith says those words like they're a simple truth, that he trusts him. After everything -- and god he knows he's put Keith through hell more than once, even if it had never been his intention -- that trust is so precious. He won't do anything to risk it, will keep it safe and sound. Another lingering kiss before he slowly breaks from his lips, moving down to kiss along his chest, slow and deliberate.
"I want... I want to have you. I want to be inside you." Though he does wonder if they have what they'll need for that. Once upon a time the Garrison was good about stocking their rooms with things a cadet or officer may need. Maybe that's still true.
"I know you usually like to take things a little slower, but... " Keith shrugs, not feeling the need to dampen the mood with anything dour like saying how anything can happen anytime. That seems depressing to say when you're finally getting to the kind of relationship you've always wanted with the with the person you never thought you'd be able to land.
And yet here he is, stretched out shirtless under Takashi Shirogane, telling him that he trusts him and he can have whatever he wants. It's.. quite the proclamation from Keith, but also something he feels pretty damn deeply. He's not been so sure of anything in his entire life, actually.
Who wouldn't be after many years spent pining like he has?
Keith smiles in to that lingering kiss, just as unwilling to Shiro to pull apart for any length of time that could be spent kissing, touching, exploring. Which is partially why he pouts for a few moments until Shiro's lips travel to his chest, an almost purr of a hum rolling up his throat in response.
.. And Shiro delivers. God, does Shiro deliver. Keith feels the shiver roll up his spine practically in time with Shiro telling him he wants to have him. He'd been about to say something about how he's always had him when Shiro elaborates, and then it all just dissolves in to a little, wanting moan.
"Yeah... I want that too, Shiro." Keith nods, too, biting his lip as his fingers dance along Shiro's shoulders, the scars there, up his neck and to his hair. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that.."
"We've gone slow enough, I think." Shiro has wanted this, wanted Keith, for too long at this point. They've been through too much together, so it can't exactly be rushing in, can it? They've danced around one another for enough time.
Shiro smiles against Keith's skin, lifting his head to peek up at him. He leaves a kiss at the dip of his collarbone before moving slowly down and along his chest until he can take nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping, soothing with his tongue a moment later.
"I've got some idea though. I've wanted you too." So much. He looks up to seek Keith's eyes out with his own as he speaks. "You're everything to me, Keith. After all we've been through, you've always been there. You've always been the one to come for me."
"You think so?" Keith's teasing now, a little smile dancing along his face as Shiro peeks up at him. He can't help that this moment is a little bit of a sappy thing - sue him. He's waited way too long to tell the man in front of him that he loves him, wants to be with him, and not just for the short term. For as long as they can possibly be together he will want this. There is not a single shred of doubt in Keith's mind about that one.
"Shiro.." Keith can't help the automatic arch toward the older man's mouth as he feels the scrape of teeth at his nipple, the little sigh that follows the soothing lap of his tongue. But.. god, does he want more. Practically aches for it, actually, fingers pushing through Shiro's hair in a fond touch.
"I told you, Shiro.." Keith pauses just enough to prop himself up a little more, as if the true blue eye contact could convey every bit of what he feels. ".. As many times as it takes. And then some." With that proclaimed again, and will be said over and over until it sticks with Shiro, Keith shifts slightly, leaning up and craning for a kiss.
"Right now, you've got me," Shiro responds, and that is all the words that he has time for before he's finding Keith's lips in another kiss. Right now and for however long the rest of this second chance at life lasts, Keith has him. It's still almost hard to believe that this is real, that all the words he hasn't known how to say, hasn't been brave enough to say, are now spoken, out in the open air.
And Keith has given them back to him. He won't take that for granted, won't waste a second of it.
One hand drags down, fingers tracing their way over his abs, lingering just a bit longer than strictly necessary out of appreciation alone, before finding the waistband of his pants. Shiro apparently has decided not to waste time now that they're finally on the same page. He breaks from Keith's lips to smile down at him. "And you'll always have me, baby."
Keith can only hum a little noise of approval against Shiro's lips at that new kiss - words don't seem to be quite enough. Nothing does, now that he finally has Shiro in his arms and can show him every bit of what he's been holding back on all this time. Granted - he thinks it's a pretty valid fear.. not wanting to lose the one person closest to him in literally the entire galaxy if Shiro didn't feel the same way for him. Of all things that Keith has bore in his life time, there's just something a little too heavy about that in particular.
Or at least there had been up until now.
Now he's light as air if Shiro wasn't on top of him, moaning needily in to the older man's mouth as his hand drags down.. even if he's cautious, he's still a teenager, and he's still definitely turned on by Shiro being where he is right now. There's proof enough pushing against those annoying Garrison slacks, even as he breaks a smile and a soft laugh at Shiro's promise.
Being the little shit that he is he can't resist the little quip that follows, though : "That means no more disappearing in space, Shiro.." A joke and yet not, because they both know Keith was not okay at all during that whole episode. At least now he feels he can joke even a little, even as he presses up needily in to Shiro's hand at his waistband.
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Date: 2019-02-04 05:03 pm (UTC)Keith's glad for Shiro's immediate insistence they stay close. He'd thought of doing the same, but hadn't wanted to seem too clingy too soon. Thankfully Shiro takes away his concern over that fairly easily, inspiring one of those shy little pleased smiles from the typically straight-faced Black Paladin. There's a chance that Shiro will see more and more of those, with time, but for now he's just focused on going somewhere where Lance can't pester them or make his little jokes anymore.
Shiro's fingers get a little squeeze, both reassurance and eagerness in the motion, as Shiro informs Lance that this won't be the end of the subject and leads them out.
But then Lance can't help himself, and Keith throws a look over his shoulder - not that it'll probably do much to Lance by now, but the comment might -
"Don't wish yourself in to trouble, Lance."
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Date: 2019-02-05 02:29 am (UTC)But that trouble will have to wait. Shiro has a different priority right now.
He squeezes Keith's hand before lifting it until he can press a kiss to the back of his knuckles, an incidental little gesture, affection simply because it turns out he can. "My room or yours?"
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Date: 2019-02-05 12:35 pm (UTC)Keith isn't generally the type of man who was all about a lot of PDA... but if Lance got to be obnoxious than so did he. He could always make a point to be some level of gross in front of him since he'd decided to force their hand with a stint in the closet - as grateful as he is that Lance did it, it still chafes him a little. Plus they can now be 100% sure the others are going to know all about it too before they can tell them themselves.
.. He isn't sure if he's fine with that or a little miffed, actually.
"Which one's closer?" Of course Keith is impatient and doesn't want to wait. Even if they're just kissing and curling close the rest of the night it's better than awkwardly trying to stuff down his feelings for the millionth time. Now that they're not playing hide and seek anymore, Keith wants it all before they have to go back to battle.
"I think yours is, technically."
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Date: 2019-02-09 03:47 am (UTC)Oh there's no chance this isn't common knowledge near immediately. But Shiro can accept that. He wouldn't want to keep it a secret that they're together. They are together, aren't they? This feels like it's the start of something, a first step towards something more. God he wants it to be something more. Keith is precious to him.
He leads the younger man down along the hallway. "Technically works for me." So his room it is, and when they finally are at his door, he's fumbling for the badge that will open it, releasing Keith's hands only to begin patting down the various pockets of his clothes. He feels like he's back in his Garrison days, excited and new and too excited at the prospect of stealing away for time alone with--
With someone who means the universe to him. "Hang on. The key is here somewhere."
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Date: 2019-02-10 06:59 pm (UTC)There's no way that Keith isn't wanting something more out of this. Out of their new togetherness. Out of something he's wanted for so long but had no idea how to achieve with any sense of reliability. Hell, he'd thought they'd come back to Earth and Shiro would probably reunite with his old flame, or something. Instead he'd here, walking to Shiro's room to go and have a little alone time with him that..
Well, he's hoping can turn in to what they were prodding at before being so rudely interrupted and Shiro pulling them back some. Thankfully. Lest Lance walk in on them with their hands down each other's pants.
Still, he can't help the fond little laugh as Shiro starts patting at his pockets, watching him for a few moments before calmly offering : "Shiro. You usually put it in your left back pocket." Unless, of course, he'd deviated from the norm that day. But Keith's betting that Shiro more than likely is fumbling since.. you know. They're eager to have at each other.
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Date: 2019-02-15 02:56 am (UTC)"Right. Got it. Thanks."
A sheepish smile and he moves to unlock the door, waiting for it to open before slipping an arm around Keith's waist and pulling him inside, the door swishing shut behind them. He has the wherewithal to hit the panel to lock it before he moves to back Keith up against it, trap him there and move to claim his lips once more.
Patience. Talking. Taking it slow. Lots of different things he probably should be doing. But instead, that's all gone out the window.
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Date: 2019-02-15 03:34 pm (UTC)Keith returns that little smile, just as eager to have Shiro to himself. He won't even attempt to deny it, and probably would've been the same on the search for his own key card. Granted, it's probably a thing of its own that Keith already knows where Shiro keeps his keys and all, but they'll think about it later. Right now he's barely containing a need he's had for years - a want that he's been circling but not approaching for longer than he's even been keeping track of.
But finally, finally they've met the cusp and hurled themselves over it, and there's no way that Keith is doing anything but allowing the fall at this point.
Keith can't help an almost giggle as Shiro tugs him in to the room, happy as a clam, of course, to be pulled in with him, the smile still on his face as Shiro backs him up against the door. Any thoughts he might have about taking things slowly or seeing how things go fly out the window fairly quickly as Shiro leans in to kiss him again.
No, instead there's a little something of a moan instead, his hands moving to rest one on Shiro's waist, the other trailing from Shiro's shoulder to his neck with a gentle touch. In typical form there's no sense about Keith that they should stop, or think, or do much more than kiss one another senseless right now.
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Date: 2019-02-15 07:46 pm (UTC)The sound of Keith moaning fills his ears and it's theonly thing that could possibly matter.
Shiro lingers at Keith's mouth a long moment, eventually breaking from his lips to murmur his name, like he's trying to remember how to start a conversation. "Keith..."
His hands knead at his hips, holding tightly, tighter than he needs to. "We should..." Talk. Slow down. Breathe. Any of those. But what he says instead is, "...bed?"
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Date: 2019-02-15 08:00 pm (UTC)Of course the two with a need for speed remember where the throttle it - there's no other option (at least in Keith's mind) than to slam the throttle down and lock it in place from here. In some part because they've played around this for so long. And in another.. there's still a war to finish. Who knew what could happen in the end of it all. As much as Keith would like to be cool and confident about it, as much as Keith would like to believe nothing can happen from here?
He isn't naive enough anymore to think of anything other than how much he wants to do and experience everything, and quickly.
"Shiro.." Keith murmurs it quietly, playing with the little hairs at the nape of Shiro's neck with gentle fingers. Still pressed close, Keith doesn't even open his eyes until Shiro speaks again, or at least starts, smirking slightly as he settles on the word Keith wants to hear most right about now.
"Yeah.." Keith agrees, nodding, biting at his own lip. And then seems to feel the need to elaborate. "Bed, Shiro."
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Date: 2019-02-16 05:12 am (UTC)They can talk later.
Shiro smiles as Keith agrees.
"Good. Come on..." Shiro steps back, reluctantly separating from Keith, holding a hand out towards him.
God he's going to have to buy Lance a thank you basket for this.
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Date: 2019-02-17 02:04 am (UTC)Good may be a stretch of a term.. but then again, who knew. Keith's idea of what would be 'good' to do at the moment may differ from another person in this situation's in a rather big way, but in the end... if this ends up in something not ideal, even if it ends up in him getting hurt, there's nothing he wants to do more than explore this to the max. Tomorrow is not guaranteed, hell, the next hour isn't guaranteed - might as well just follow through as best they see fit.
They're both adults, after all.
Still, Shiro holds his hand out, and Keith.. well. He hesitates if only for a moment, quickly hopping to the chance to explain to Shiro about the why : "Give me a second to take off this stupid coat?"
Keith smiles, that kind of dopey smile that says it's maybe a dumb thing to pause for, but - "I'm a little hot in it like.. all the time, honestly.."
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Date: 2019-02-19 06:04 pm (UTC)But that hesitation is enough to have him pausing, at least until Keith speaks.
He visibly relaxes before a grin finds his face. "Yeah, polyester is a little unforgiving." The Garrison has a great many things going for it, but wardrobe is not one of them.
And he's hardly going to argue about Keith stripping. That's just good sense.
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Date: 2019-02-19 07:29 pm (UTC)"Yeah, and yet every time I get a new uniform, it's polyester.." Some of Keith's "high running temp" as it's been called can now be explained by being half Galra. The rest of it? He isn't quite sure how to explain. Other than, just maybe, being over taken by just how badly he wants the man in front of him. Even if it ends up with them making out in a closet like teenagers. Sure Lance will get a thank you soon enough, but for now...
For now Keith's a little too soaked in where he is right now, fingers plucking at his buttons quickly to push the jacket off and lay it down rather quickly. Under it he's back to basics, a black tank top covering that broader, muscled frame.
But now that it's off... Keith reaches for Shiro's hand, a bit more bold in his approach now that they're alone, tugging him to the ever-familiar bunk. "Ok. No more waiting, Shiro."
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Date: 2019-02-19 09:18 pm (UTC)He takes a moment to unfasten and shrug out of his jacket as well before he takes Keith's hand, letting himself be led along this time.
"No more waiting," he agrees, waiting until they're right beside the bed, close to it, to well, pounce Keith back to it. It's a maneuver straight off the training deck. He can't help it. Something in him feels alive, thrilling with a desire that he didn't think he'd ever feel again after everything that had happened.
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Date: 2019-02-20 02:01 am (UTC)Before Keith may have blushed at Shiro’s lingering glances, may have thought he had a new scar that Shiro may have noticed. But now - somehow - even knowing that he’s looking at him with that particular heat in his eyes for the same reason Keith is looking at Shiro with the same look as he sheds that terrible polyester jacket.
The same look that he’s always given Shiro since he reappeared on Earth, the same heated glances he’s always given him and the furtive looks away that always followed. Now there’s no need to look away, no need to conceal what he’s feeling.
What they’ve both been feeling.
- Which doesn’t stop him from that instinctive yelp as Shiro pounces on him, or the way that he grabs on to Shiro in response. Thankfully he doesn’t see a reason not to laugh once the initial shock wears off, leaning in to ghost a kiss to Shiro’s lips. “You know you’re lucky I didn’t grab for a weapon.”
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Date: 2019-02-21 01:49 am (UTC)"I can probably take you," he teases, "Weapon or no." Now it would be a contest, a challenge. But that's part of the appeal in Keith. He can meet him on equal footing, has been a challenge in so many ways like no one else has. Shiro is better because of it, because of Keith.
"But I don't want to fight right now..." Just the opposite, really. Shiro's fingers slip upwards, finding their way beneath the hem of Keith's tank top, moving slowly up over his stomach.
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Date: 2019-02-21 02:10 am (UTC)“Depends what kind of ‘taking’ your talking, Shiro.” Okay, well he might be going to hell for that line but he’s also very much not sorry. And very much telling the truth, when it comes to their current situation at the moment. He’s also happy to switch, if that’s what Shiro wants, he just... wants to do everything.
Anything that Shiro wants, anything that’s most pleasurable together. To explore with every bit of what they’d been holding back for so long and not acting on for even longer. Whether it was because of their difference in age, in rank.. whatever ..
None of that mattered anymore.
Not when he’s leaning up close to kiss him again, another one of those lingering, feather light teases of a kiss, pulling his muscle in to definition for Shiro’s touch. “Just tell me, Shiro. And we can. Anything.”
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Date: 2019-02-27 03:58 am (UTC)With Keith with him, wanting him, it's more than enough for Shiro to focus on this moment, to let the war and the danger fade into the background.
"I'm talking about... everything. Anything. Keith..." His hand climbs further up, flesh and blood fingers mapping over this new and fascinating territory. Beautiful Keith, his force of nature. "I want what you want. I want to give you everything." Whatever the shape of it, however it comes.
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Date: 2019-02-27 08:03 pm (UTC)"Then we're on the same page, there." Keith is content, in that moment, knowing that at the very least they're on the same page, here. Shiro had been prudent to stop them before they'd gone too far in a place where Lance would have, no doubt, been a little too nosy.. but now that they're alone..
Keith lets Shiro have his moment, for now, in no rush at all to have the older man stop touching him, in no rush to leave their bubble of the moment. Outside were things much heavier than weighing a new relationship, outside was something tough and difficult that he didn't have to think about in this moment, for once, and he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible. It gives Keith pause, a little, wistful smile spreading on his face before he leans up to give Shiro another one of those lingering kisses.
"No use in holding back, mn?" Of course, this is literally Keith's life mantra, at this point, but he means in deeper ways, this time. No use in hiding anymore, no use in waiting when the next hour wasn't even a guarantee. With that in mind, though, he follows Shiro's progress up his torso to pull the shirt off, content to let Shiro have his moment, to let him explore as much as he wants.
"I trust you, Shiro. Just.. do what you want."
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Date: 2019-03-05 03:17 am (UTC)Keith says those words like they're a simple truth, that he trusts him. After everything -- and god he knows he's put Keith through hell more than once, even if it had never been his intention -- that trust is so precious. He won't do anything to risk it, will keep it safe and sound. Another lingering kiss before he slowly breaks from his lips, moving down to kiss along his chest, slow and deliberate.
"I want... I want to have you. I want to be inside you." Though he does wonder if they have what they'll need for that. Once upon a time the Garrison was good about stocking their rooms with things a cadet or officer may need. Maybe that's still true.
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Date: 2019-03-05 07:38 pm (UTC)"I know you usually like to take things a little slower, but... " Keith shrugs, not feeling the need to dampen the mood with anything dour like saying how anything can happen anytime. That seems depressing to say when you're finally getting to the kind of relationship you've always wanted with the with the person you never thought you'd be able to land.
And yet here he is, stretched out shirtless under Takashi Shirogane, telling him that he trusts him and he can have whatever he wants. It's.. quite the proclamation from Keith, but also something he feels pretty damn deeply. He's not been so sure of anything in his entire life, actually.
Who wouldn't be after many years spent pining like he has?
Keith smiles in to that lingering kiss, just as unwilling to Shiro to pull apart for any length of time that could be spent kissing, touching, exploring. Which is partially why he pouts for a few moments until Shiro's lips travel to his chest, an almost purr of a hum rolling up his throat in response.
.. And Shiro delivers. God, does Shiro deliver. Keith feels the shiver roll up his spine practically in time with Shiro telling him he wants to have him. He'd been about to say something about how he's always had him when Shiro elaborates, and then it all just dissolves in to a little, wanting moan.
"Yeah... I want that too, Shiro." Keith nods, too, biting his lip as his fingers dance along Shiro's shoulders, the scars there, up his neck and to his hair. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that.."
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Date: 2019-03-06 03:33 am (UTC)Shiro smiles against Keith's skin, lifting his head to peek up at him. He leaves a kiss at the dip of his collarbone before moving slowly down and along his chest until he can take nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping, soothing with his tongue a moment later.
"I've got some idea though. I've wanted you too." So much. He looks up to seek Keith's eyes out with his own as he speaks. "You're everything to me, Keith. After all we've been through, you've always been there. You've always been the one to come for me."
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Date: 2019-03-06 12:53 pm (UTC)"You think so?" Keith's teasing now, a little smile dancing along his face as Shiro peeks up at him. He can't help that this moment is a little bit of a sappy thing - sue him. He's waited way too long to tell the man in front of him that he loves him, wants to be with him, and not just for the short term. For as long as they can possibly be together he will want this. There is not a single shred of doubt in Keith's mind about that one.
"Shiro.." Keith can't help the automatic arch toward the older man's mouth as he feels the scrape of teeth at his nipple, the little sigh that follows the soothing lap of his tongue. But.. god, does he want more. Practically aches for it, actually, fingers pushing through Shiro's hair in a fond touch.
"I told you, Shiro.." Keith pauses just enough to prop himself up a little more, as if the true blue eye contact could convey every bit of what he feels. ".. As many times as it takes. And then some." With that proclaimed again, and will be said over and over until it sticks with Shiro, Keith shifts slightly, leaning up and craning for a kiss.
"But right now, I want you."
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Date: 2019-03-11 09:23 pm (UTC)"Right now, you've got me," Shiro responds, and that is all the words that he has time for before he's finding Keith's lips in another kiss. Right now and for however long the rest of this second chance at life lasts, Keith has him. It's still almost hard to believe that this is real, that all the words he hasn't known how to say, hasn't been brave enough to say, are now spoken, out in the open air.
And Keith has given them back to him. He won't take that for granted, won't waste a second of it.
One hand drags down, fingers tracing their way over his abs, lingering just a bit longer than strictly necessary out of appreciation alone, before finding the waistband of his pants. Shiro apparently has decided not to waste time now that they're finally on the same page. He breaks from Keith's lips to smile down at him. "And you'll always have me, baby."
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Date: 2019-03-11 09:48 pm (UTC)Keith can only hum a little noise of approval against Shiro's lips at that new kiss - words don't seem to be quite enough. Nothing does, now that he finally has Shiro in his arms and can show him every bit of what he's been holding back on all this time. Granted - he thinks it's a pretty valid fear.. not wanting to lose the one person closest to him in literally the entire galaxy if Shiro didn't feel the same way for him. Of all things that Keith has bore in his life time, there's just something a little too heavy about that in particular.
Or at least there had been up until now.
Now he's light as air if Shiro wasn't on top of him, moaning needily in to the older man's mouth as his hand drags down.. even if he's cautious, he's still a teenager, and he's still definitely turned on by Shiro being where he is right now. There's proof enough pushing against those annoying Garrison slacks, even as he breaks a smile and a soft laugh at Shiro's promise.
Being the little shit that he is he can't resist the little quip that follows, though : "That means no more disappearing in space, Shiro.." A joke and yet not, because they both know Keith was not okay at all during that whole episode. At least now he feels he can joke even a little, even as he presses up needily in to Shiro's hand at his waistband.
"Now can we please get these pants off?"
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