( push him, right. he loses his focus only shortly when lance goes up to touch him, some instinctive and possessive part of him twitching and curdling at the sight -- but another emotion becomes him, the image of the three of them together and the desire of whatever that is, the impossibility of it. he needs to set his mind to the task at hand instead, remember that he's a leader now more than he's a lover. that's how shiro always saw it, right? the team was first. their relationship was secondary.
it'd be more painful if secondary wasn't the best keith's ever gotten, so he's accepted it in stride -- shiro has always be his number one top priority, which makes setting him to the side and making it impersonal all the more difficult. the door closes, leashes undone, and keith tunes his energy into the black lion and the connection he has with it -- the connection he and shiro share between the two of them. there are memories he focuses on, specific ones. when he and shiro first met at the academy, and keith was all eager bright eyes and wanting him too obviously. the first time they kissed, and the first time they kissed after he'd been returned from the kerberos mission. the first time keith sank into his lap and thought about never letting him go again.
he ignores the instruction, watching shiro strip instead. he takes a confident step forward. )
No, let me. ( and takes the familiar weight of his robotic arm in his hands, subtly using the connection to better influence their psychic flow -- on top of gathering shiro's fingers in his hand, lifting them up to his mouth and sucking on the pointer and middle together, slowly shutting his eyes to look more worshipful in nature, his lips spread under the thicket of two digits. )
all is forgiven in the name of garbage
it'd be more painful if secondary wasn't the best keith's ever gotten, so he's accepted it in stride -- shiro has always be his number one top priority, which makes setting him to the side and making it impersonal all the more difficult. the door closes, leashes undone, and keith tunes his energy into the black lion and the connection he has with it -- the connection he and shiro share between the two of them. there are memories he focuses on, specific ones. when he and shiro first met at the academy, and keith was all eager bright eyes and wanting him too obviously. the first time they kissed, and the first time they kissed after he'd been returned from the kerberos mission. the first time keith sank into his lap and thought about never letting him go again.
he ignores the instruction, watching shiro strip instead. he takes a confident step forward. )
No, let me. ( and takes the familiar weight of his robotic arm in his hands, subtly using the connection to better influence their psychic flow -- on top of gathering shiro's fingers in his hand, lifting them up to his mouth and sucking on the pointer and middle together, slowly shutting his eyes to look more worshipful in nature, his lips spread under the thicket of two digits. )