( he arches, eagerly and easily, into lance's hold, more used to it now than anyone else's -- they've learned to enjoy it, learned that it doesn't have to be forced, that they can touch each other just like they used to on the lions, and have it be just as pleasurable for an audience. lance knows how to touch and the way to move that keith likes, and keith has learned that lance likes just about anything, which makes it easy for him. his empty hand reaches behind and cups his caramel thigh, pushing up the silks there to show off a bony hip, cupping it with familiarity. he keeps pushing, pushing, pressing the memories and spiritual connection back on shiro. maybe it'll work or maybe he'll exhaust himself or maybe ...
shiro pulls back and instinctively the arm at lance's thigh grows protective, keeping his body between lance's and shiro's. he'll never admit to being afraid of a snapping on his part, a loose thread waiting to break -- and the inevitability of their demise, stronger than the rest of them, and holding them all together. he'll fight for lance if it comes down to it, he'll fight and he'll lose, but he'll still do it.
thankfully, shiro doesn't seem to be on the offensive, and keith hesitantly eases up his stance, a gentle hand outstretched towards him. the silks that were draped elegantly around him now hover across skinny hips, threatening to fall with every step he takes closer to shiro. he doesn't touch him, not yet. )
I'm Keith. ( he tosses his head behind him. ) That's Lance. We ... we were all partners. ( there's an implication of romantic there that he doesn't correct, dropping the outstretched hand and tangling it back with the short brown hairs on lance's head. with the link clearly established he thinks it might be easier to send a direct message, like how the lions all communicate with them -- he thinks in shiro's direction, leaning in to kiss lance. he'll likely get the message too.
they're watching, you can't let them think you've seen anything. just trust me. please trust me. )
We're used to playing with each other, ( he supplements, thinking it might be easier. ) you can watch.
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shiro pulls back and instinctively the arm at lance's thigh grows protective, keeping his body between lance's and shiro's. he'll never admit to being afraid of a snapping on his part, a loose thread waiting to break -- and the inevitability of their demise, stronger than the rest of them, and holding them all together. he'll fight for lance if it comes down to it, he'll fight and he'll lose, but he'll still do it.
thankfully, shiro doesn't seem to be on the offensive, and keith hesitantly eases up his stance, a gentle hand outstretched towards him. the silks that were draped elegantly around him now hover across skinny hips, threatening to fall with every step he takes closer to shiro. he doesn't touch him, not yet. )
I'm Keith. ( he tosses his head behind him. ) That's Lance. We ... we were all partners. ( there's an implication of romantic there that he doesn't correct, dropping the outstretched hand and tangling it back with the short brown hairs on lance's head. with the link clearly established he thinks it might be easier to send a direct message, like how the lions all communicate with them -- he thinks in shiro's direction, leaning in to kiss lance. he'll likely get the message too.
they're watching, you can't let them think you've seen anything. just trust me. please trust me. )
We're used to playing with each other, ( he supplements, thinking it might be easier. ) you can watch.