( 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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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. ]