[ Keith strums his fingers over the line of Shiro's spine. The way Shiro puts it, it makes it feel so obvious; only affirming that Keith was fretting over something that wasn't there. ...As he always did, he thinks, and smiles bashfully as he looks down. He should know better with Shiro. Shiro had always loved him exactly the way he is, for better or worse, whatever stage their lives put them at. He supposes it was just his bad habit; that he might always be a bit unreasonable when it came to Shiro. He nuzzles the side of Shiro's head so that they might rest together for a moment. ]
I am okay with everything, [ he echos, his voice like a soft whisper, and he kisses his boyfriend's cheek. ] I want to love and be loved by you in every way there is, Takashi.
( he's always going to be there for reassurance, as much as he can be, as long as keith will let him and as those fingers trace along his spine he gives over a pleased sort of hum, something soft and just a little bit sweet that ends up being drawn out a bit more at the press of that kiss to his cheek.
he loves him, plain and simple, and there is never going to be a thing in any universe anywhere that changes that. he hopes that by now he's managed to convince keith of that in entirety, but as it stands … he'll never mind pausing for a reminder.
he returns that kiss to a cheek, and offers another to the corner of his mouth, neither pushing for more or pulling back from the closeness they've already achieved. ) I'll love you every way I know how. ( he murmurs, against his mouth now, all but rumbling against his lips. ) Every way you'll let me.
[ Oh, it's nearly impossible not to kiss the words themselves as they hum off Shiro's lips; all that stops him is an unbeatable smile as his heart shakes with excitement. On the period, he finds the power to kiss Shiro, quick and simple. ] Show me, then. [ he leans back a little, his eyes glimmering as they reflect the visage of his guiding light. He slips back a little further, snatching the hem of Shiro's shirt and pulling him along, opening the car door with his free hand so they can slip inside.
While kissing immediately would be his ideal, it seems better to set them up first. Keith pauses long enough to steal the keys from Shiro's pocket and slips between the front seat to attend the dashboard, starting the car. Keith fusses with the radio and the header for a little less than a minute, trying to pick something reasonable to play in the background, and works to get the internal lights off for them. Naturally, his back half stays in the backseat with Shiro as he fusses, his jeans fitting perfectly around the curve of his rear.
Keith settles on some modern instrumentals you might find on a college indie station before he sits back down with Shiro, taking an uneven breath and smiling at Shiro. ]
(show me, he says, and it's very nearly like a switch has been flipped in shiro's mind; he won't ever be able to touch him enough, kiss him enough as it is but this is like the kind of permission he's been waiting for, the green light to go further and when fingers find the hem of his shirt and pull him toward the backseat, he can only find himself going willingly, throat gone dry and breath stuck there, suspended.
he can't help the way his eyes follow along the line of the other's spine when he stretches between the seats to fiddle with the radio, can't help the way one of his hands follows the same path, from nape of neck to the point at which the waistband of his jeans sit snugly at the line of his hips, bare fingertips slipping beneath the edge of his own shirt just to feel warm skin against them, unable to keep himself from it.
and when he's back within reach, as he takes that uneven breath and smiles up at him shiro doesn't bother keeping himself from reaching for him again, pulling him in close and kissing what remains of that breath from his lips; it's soft and sweet as it always is, but there's something just beneath the edge of it, something a little sharper and something a bit more wanting, even as he forces himself to take his time, to pull back and murmur against keith's mouth. )
[ He would be lying if he said he didn't completely adore Shiro's boundless affections, and even in Shiro's want, it's hard not to smile. Shiro has made him so happy. He smile remains, teasing at the question. ] It's not that different from how I touch you.
{ It's.... a lot different, c'mon, Keith. Still, he looks happy, and takes Shiro's hand in his. ] You don't have to worry what you do. I trust you, Takashi. You already make me feel really good. [ He kisses the other man's knuckles before he starts to guide it along his chest. As their joined hands ghost down his body, he talks lightly, his eyes fixed on Shiro. Each word his whispered privately, practically inaudible if Shiro drew any further away from him. ] I really want to show you my scars at some point. It's been a few years since you saw them last. They came out nice. ...I'd love some marks from you.
[ He smooths Shiro's hand out as they reach his hips, spreading his legs just enough as he lifts to adjust his pants to close the excess space between the inseam and his apex. It's here that Keith glances away, peaking down at their hands as he can feel the slight movement against the sensitive area, and with a little hesitance, slides his hand away and up Shiro's arm. ] Go slow for me, huh? [ He grins as he reaches out to feel Shiro's intimacy as well. ] Like this. [ And on Shiro, demonstrates a soft petting low in his undercarriage.]
( sometimes he thinks he might have been put on this earth to make keith happy, to give him everything he'd been left wanting at such an early age, to pour every little bit of affection he has in him into the smallest actions, whether it's just to pull him in for a kiss or to wrap his arms around him fully, keep him as close as he dares, because he doesn't want to ever risk letting something as good as him get away.
but he knows it has to be different, the way they touch each other, and while the other impresses on him that he trusts him he doesn't want to misstep, doesn't want to somehow muck things up by not knowing to the letter what he's doing.
( he listens, because of course he does, but until they've gone further than this more than once he's always going to have those worries, if only because it's so important to him that he make keith feel comfortable in his own skin. ) ) I want to see them. ( he murmurs back first, soft and intimate, dividing his focus between keith's own dark gaze and the way their hands look together, smoothing over the flat of his chest, the dips between ribs; he works to keep his breathing even as he steals quick kisses between words, unable to keep himself from it and when those light touches reach narrow hips his breath catches in the back of his throat.
he groans, low and deep at the other's demonstration even as the pad of his thumb follows along the seam of his jeans, up and down and up again, lingering over where he's sure keith will be most sensitive, pressing in just a little. )
[ The sensation is light, more of a dusting through his thick jeans, but any at all has Keith's nerves quivering for more. He sinks a little lower into the seat so that his legs can open wider and let Shiro feel more of the space. His leg closest to Shiro curls with his boyfriend's and he melts into each kiss Shiro steals from him. The intentional pressure doesn't go unnoticed, and even as Shiro misses his mark just slightly, Keith lets it be for a while. Just having him work the way he is to pleasure him tickles his heart. Oh, he's sure Shiro would do better if not for the thick, rough fabric concealing the groove at his apex.
So much of what made Keith nervous was just wondering if Shiro would still want him despite where he's lacking - and for as much, he knew he'd never blame Shiro. Love nor sex was ever his end goal, he hadn't cared when he'd made this decision for himself; yet he found the first with Shiro so easily.... and the second is staring him in the eyes. His hips buck. He bites his lip as he glances down at the hand. This is why they're here now. Keith's heart and body beg to be free of the guilt and fear and let Shiro in as deep as he can go..... ]
H-hhold on, [ He whispers and fails to offer clarity as he grabs Shiro's wrist and draws the hand back. His intentions become more clear as he unbuttons his own pants and shoves his thumbs under teh seam of his pants - and with a second thought, his briefs as well. His pants slide off, and he bends briefly to gather the fabric at his ankles before he reclines once more into the chair. For a moment, he's silent, flushed with his own impatience, but he wants Shiro to see and to know and to feel him as he is. Distractedly, he runs his fingers around the lips of his pussy, pushing his engorged clit out and noticing he's already slick for Shiro.
At last, eyes turn toward Shiro, only now remembering that his reaction is just as important as the rest, but Keith offers no words, flustered, but without protest. ]
( he doesn't want to overwhelm him — not in the least — and of course that's why he starts out slow, tentative, even if that means his touch doesn't carry much of an impact with it yet. it goes without saying he's so new to this that it's going to take him more than once to find his bearings, find his footing when it comes to what makes keith feel good, and he'll happily do this as many times as he needs until he gets it right.
( he's said it before and he'll undoubtedly say it again, but there is no part of keith that he doesn't want, whether the other thinks it might be something he's lacking or not; it's the personality, all his little quirks and his smiles and all the intangible things that shiro has fallen in love with, and the tangible can only come secondary, though it stands to reason that the other could grow a second head or tentacles, or something equally ridiculous and he would still want him with everything in him. )
at first, when keith brings his hand away from between his legs he thinks he might have already somehow managed to mess up, to make him feel uncomfortable but it becomes clear enough when short work is made of both button and zipper, when thumbs hook into fabric to tug it down and as much as he might have thought he was prepared to see this bit of him bared, the way his throat goes dry and his eyes darken are clear indications that he was not.
he can't help but to stare, to want to touch and he might just miss the way keith looks at him as he reaches over, boldly, to follow the same path the other's fingers had taken; just to get an idea, swallowing thickly as he ends up stroking over his clit with middle and index finger, a soft, exploratory touch that still finds him shivering with it. )Jesus, Keith, you're — (wet already, he doesn't say, even if the tips of those questing fingers find a bit of that slickness and he moans with it, finally bringing his darkened gaze back up to level with keith's own. )
[ Even just the glance at Shiro's face is good enough; the hand that soon dusts over his hips draws his attention back down, watching as Shiro first slides a finger through the slit. He holds his breath and his jaw slackens, rushed with a quivering sensation as the unfamiliar fingers ghost past his clit.
Shiro certainly doesn't mean it, but the unfinished sentence makes Keith bristle, suddenly defensive and anxious. He's what?? Keith was hardly ever rational when it came to Shiro. With eyes wide, he turns his head to Shiro again, and his fears stutter in the wake of those beautiful, dark eyes staring hungrily down at him. ]
M...maybe once or twice, [ he answers, a strain in his voice as he tries to reason with his anxious heart. He bites his lips, glancing down at the fingers at his apex as he drags his lip through his teeth. ] ...Can I sit in your lap?
( he doesn't mean it — doesn't mean it in the slightest and if he could take back that hesitance, could reassure him in any way possible he would, because there is nothing here but the want ( … need ) to touch him, to drive home the thought that he wants no one but him, but words have so far fallen short in the face of everything else, and so he has nothing but action on his side.
for the moment. words will come back to him eventually, even if that might be a long time coming.
keith bites at his lips, and shiro nips at them in turn as he coaxes him into one more kiss, one that he hopes conveys everything that he isn't able to say, because there is nothing in his mind that doesn't revolve around you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, you're perfect, and when that question comes he finds himself groaning with it, just a little, bringing that hand away from the core of him to curl both over his thighs.
encourage him just slightly. ) Yeah — of course, c'mere.
[ Shiro might feel it's his own fault that Keith's flustered frustration is stirred up, but Keith can at least accept it's all just his own doing. He'd spent too long believing he wasn't enough for Shiro, the flecks of denial haven't completely washed away. He knows full well Shiro loves him. The kiss is inspiration enough to spark the question, knowing how much comfort Shiro brought him. He just needs something to ground him, something Shiro had always excelled at.
When he starts to move to climb on Shiro, his feet catch on his pants gathered at his ankles, and a laugh rumbles his already uneasy breath. ]
Hold on... [ he mutters breathlessly, toeing both shoes off to free the tension. Now in just his socks and shirt, he swings his legs over Shiro and pulls himself into his boyfriend's lap. His shoulder presses into Shiro as he wraps his arm around his back and his head settles in the crook of Shiro's neck. As he reaches out to take Shiro's left hand and bring it back to his core, he speaks: ] ...Just help me relax... [ Even just being closer to Shiro like this now is helping. ]
( keith will always be enough for him, whether he realizes it or not, whether he accepts it or not — because there will never be a moment, a second in which he isn't every single thing he could have ever wanted, then or now or anytime in the future. there has never been anyone he wants, needs as badly, loves as deeply as the one next to him and even if he might still falter here and there, unconsciously make the other self-conscious or uncomfortable it isn't because he's trying. he's learning.
and he won't stop, either.
he should have thought to help him free himself, but it's such a silly little hold up that he finds himself chuckling under his breath with it, even as his left hand still ghosts over the outside of a thigh before keith pulls himself into his lap and makes a place for himself there. his head settles into the junction of neck and shoulder and it's the perfect angle to offer a reassuring kiss to the beat of his pulse, nose brushing the patch of skin just beneath an ear as that hand takes his own and brings it back to where he knows he wants him.
his right hand settles at the base of his spine. ) Tell me stop if you need me to, okay? For any reason … ( his voice is barely a whisper as fingertips trace over his slit again, gathering a bit of wetness before sliding back up to his clit and stroking over him. )
[ The longer he's here, the more certain he is that he's fine, and he smiles as Shiro's lips find his pulse. ] Yeah.... of course.
[ He'd already felt Shiro down there barely a minute ago, which may be for the best. He'd been just a little too worked up and excited about this. Relaxation takes hold of him now as he opens his legs a little wider to let Shiro do as he sees fit with the sensitive area and he's glad that Shiro figures out so quickly how to work with his body. He gasps shortly as Shiro's fingers find the small but considerable length of his clit, his foreskin drawn back enough to show off the head. His heart pounds as he watches Shiro start to play with him, anxious for more. Closing his eyes, he pets Shiro's chest softly, letting the feeling soak through him. ]
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I am okay with everything, [ he echos, his voice like a soft whisper, and he kisses his boyfriend's cheek. ] I want to love and be loved by you in every way there is, Takashi.
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he loves him, plain and simple, and there is never going to be a thing in any universe anywhere that changes that. he hopes that by now he's managed to convince keith of that in entirety, but as it stands … he'll never mind pausing for a reminder.
he returns that kiss to a cheek, and offers another to the corner of his mouth, neither pushing for more or pulling back from the closeness they've already achieved. ) I'll love you every way I know how. ( he murmurs, against his mouth now, all but rumbling against his lips. ) Every way you'll let me.
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While kissing immediately would be his ideal, it seems better to set them up first. Keith pauses long enough to steal the keys from Shiro's pocket and slips between the front seat to attend the dashboard, starting the car. Keith fusses with the radio and the header for a little less than a minute, trying to pick something reasonable to play in the background, and works to get the internal lights off for them. Naturally, his back half stays in the backseat with Shiro as he fusses, his jeans fitting perfectly around the curve of his rear.
Keith settles on some modern instrumentals you might find on a college indie station before he sits back down with Shiro, taking an uneven breath and smiling at Shiro. ]
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he can't help the way his eyes follow along the line of the other's spine when he stretches between the seats to fiddle with the radio, can't help the way one of his hands follows the same path, from nape of neck to the point at which the waistband of his jeans sit snugly at the line of his hips, bare fingertips slipping beneath the edge of his own shirt just to feel warm skin against them, unable to keep himself from it.
and when he's back within reach, as he takes that uneven breath and smiles up at him shiro doesn't bother keeping himself from reaching for him again, pulling him in close and kissing what remains of that breath from his lips; it's soft and sweet as it always is, but there's something just beneath the edge of it, something a little sharper and something a bit more wanting, even as he forces himself to take his time, to pull back and murmur against keith's mouth. )
Tell me how to touch you, Keith.
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{ It's.... a lot different, c'mon, Keith. Still, he looks happy, and takes Shiro's hand in his. ] You don't have to worry what you do. I trust you, Takashi. You already make me feel really good. [ He kisses the other man's knuckles before he starts to guide it along his chest. As their joined hands ghost down his body, he talks lightly, his eyes fixed on Shiro. Each word his whispered privately, practically inaudible if Shiro drew any further away from him. ] I really want to show you my scars at some point. It's been a few years since you saw them last. They came out nice. ...I'd love some marks from you.
[ He smooths Shiro's hand out as they reach his hips, spreading his legs just enough as he lifts to adjust his pants to close the excess space between the inseam and his apex. It's here that Keith glances away, peaking down at their hands as he can feel the slight movement against the sensitive area, and with a little hesitance, slides his hand away and up Shiro's arm. ] Go slow for me, huh? [ He grins as he reaches out to feel Shiro's intimacy as well. ] Like this. [ And on Shiro, demonstrates a soft petting low in his undercarriage.]
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but he knows it has to be different, the way they touch each other, and while the other impresses on him that he trusts him he doesn't want to misstep, doesn't want to somehow muck things up by not knowing to the letter what he's doing.
( he listens, because of course he does, but until they've gone further than this more than once he's always going to have those worries, if only because it's so important to him that he make keith feel comfortable in his own skin. ) ) I want to see them. ( he murmurs back first, soft and intimate, dividing his focus between keith's own dark gaze and the way their hands look together, smoothing over the flat of his chest, the dips between ribs; he works to keep his breathing even as he steals quick kisses between words, unable to keep himself from it and when those light touches reach narrow hips his breath catches in the back of his throat.
he groans, low and deep at the other's demonstration even as the pad of his thumb follows along the seam of his jeans, up and down and up again, lingering over where he's sure keith will be most sensitive, pressing in just a little. )
I'll go as slow as you need me to, promise.
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So much of what made Keith nervous was just wondering if Shiro would still want him despite where he's lacking - and for as much, he knew he'd never blame Shiro. Love nor sex was ever his end goal, he hadn't cared when he'd made this decision for himself; yet he found the first with Shiro so easily.... and the second is staring him in the eyes. His hips buck. He bites his lip as he glances down at the hand. This is why they're here now. Keith's heart and body beg to be free of the guilt and fear and let Shiro in as deep as he can go..... ]
H-hhold on, [ He whispers and fails to offer clarity as he grabs Shiro's wrist and draws the hand back. His intentions become more clear as he unbuttons his own pants and shoves his thumbs under teh seam of his pants - and with a second thought, his briefs as well. His pants slide off, and he bends briefly to gather the fabric at his ankles before he reclines once more into the chair. For a moment, he's silent, flushed with his own impatience, but he wants Shiro to see and to know and to feel him as he is. Distractedly, he runs his fingers around the lips of his pussy, pushing his engorged clit out and noticing he's already slick for Shiro.
At last, eyes turn toward Shiro, only now remembering that his reaction is just as important as the rest, but Keith offers no words, flustered, but without protest. ]
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( he's said it before and he'll undoubtedly say it again, but there is no part of keith that he doesn't want, whether the other thinks it might be something he's lacking or not; it's the personality, all his little quirks and his smiles and all the intangible things that shiro has fallen in love with, and the tangible can only come secondary, though it stands to reason that the other could grow a second head or tentacles, or something equally ridiculous and he would still want him with everything in him. )
at first, when keith brings his hand away from between his legs he thinks he might have already somehow managed to mess up, to make him feel uncomfortable but it becomes clear enough when short work is made of both button and zipper, when thumbs hook into fabric to tug it down and as much as he might have thought he was prepared to see this bit of him bared, the way his throat goes dry and his eyes darken are clear indications that he was not.
he can't help but to stare, to want to touch and he might just miss the way keith looks at him as he reaches over, boldly, to follow the same path the other's fingers had taken; just to get an idea, swallowing thickly as he ends up stroking over his clit with middle and index finger, a soft, exploratory touch that still finds him shivering with it. ) Jesus, Keith, you're — ( wet already, he doesn't say, even if the tips of those questing fingers find a bit of that slickness and he moans with it, finally bringing his darkened gaze back up to level with keith's own. )
You're perfect. Have I told you that lately?
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Shiro certainly doesn't mean it, but the unfinished sentence makes Keith bristle, suddenly defensive and anxious. He's what?? Keith was hardly ever rational when it came to Shiro. With eyes wide, he turns his head to Shiro again, and his fears stutter in the wake of those beautiful, dark eyes staring hungrily down at him. ]
M...maybe once or twice, [ he answers, a strain in his voice as he tries to reason with his anxious heart. He bites his lips, glancing down at the fingers at his apex as he drags his lip through his teeth. ] ...Can I sit in your lap?
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for the moment. words will come back to him eventually, even if that might be a long time coming.
keith bites at his lips, and shiro nips at them in turn as he coaxes him into one more kiss, one that he hopes conveys everything that he isn't able to say, because there is nothing in his mind that doesn't revolve around you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, you're perfect, and when that question comes he finds himself groaning with it, just a little, bringing that hand away from the core of him to curl both over his thighs.
encourage him just slightly. ) Yeah — of course, c'mere.
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When he starts to move to climb on Shiro, his feet catch on his pants gathered at his ankles, and a laugh rumbles his already uneasy breath. ]
Hold on... [ he mutters breathlessly, toeing both shoes off to free the tension. Now in just his socks and shirt, he swings his legs over Shiro and pulls himself into his boyfriend's lap. His shoulder presses into Shiro as he wraps his arm around his back and his head settles in the crook of Shiro's neck. As he reaches out to take Shiro's left hand and bring it back to his core, he speaks: ] ...Just help me relax... [ Even just being closer to Shiro like this now is helping. ]
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and he won't stop, either.
he should have thought to help him free himself, but it's such a silly little hold up that he finds himself chuckling under his breath with it, even as his left hand still ghosts over the outside of a thigh before keith pulls himself into his lap and makes a place for himself there. his head settles into the junction of neck and shoulder and it's the perfect angle to offer a reassuring kiss to the beat of his pulse, nose brushing the patch of skin just beneath an ear as that hand takes his own and brings it back to where he knows he wants him.
his right hand settles at the base of his spine. ) Tell me stop if you need me to, okay? For any reason … ( his voice is barely a whisper as fingertips trace over his slit again, gathering a bit of wetness before sliding back up to his clit and stroking over him. )
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[ He'd already felt Shiro down there barely a minute ago, which may be for the best. He'd been just a little too worked up and excited about this. Relaxation takes hold of him now as he opens his legs a little wider to let Shiro do as he sees fit with the sensitive area and he's glad that Shiro figures out so quickly how to work with his body. He gasps shortly as Shiro's fingers find the small but considerable length of his clit, his foreskin drawn back enough to show off the head. His heart pounds as he watches Shiro start to play with him, anxious for more. Closing his eyes, he pets Shiro's chest softly, letting the feeling soak through him. ]