acatalepsy_logs | And I just need a minute [Closed]

Who: Takashi Shirogane and Keith
Where: Their room in the temple
When: the 23rd, morning
Rating Pg-13 due to where this is going.
What: Shiro and Keith need to rearrange their room space and have a rather important talk about Season 6 related business and other things of a personal nature.

The wooden feet of the footboard he's hauling over his metal shoulder scrapes against the side of the door frame. He pauses and steps more to the left. The footboard is plain without any carvings or fancy adornment. Neither he or Keith care about making their shared room anything more than suitable for their needs.

He steps away from the open doorway and slowly lowers his burden down, propping it up against the stonewall. The hall is quiet with barely any foot traffic. Perfect time to exchange their beds for one singular bed.

He eyes the other pieces of his bed and runs his hand over the dark wood. He's stalling and he knows it. He forces himself to drop his hand and walks back into the room. This wrestling with himself has gone on long enough. If he keeps it up he'll go crazy. He retrieves a long plank from the side of the bed and clears his throat. "Keith," A minute passes and he bashfully ducks his head, the plank under one arm. "..." No words come out. It should be easy. The urge to reach out and tuck a lock of dark hair behind Keith's ear is hard to ignore.

so, why are the words so hard? He sighs and tries again. "Keith...we've got time. We should...talk about," He sweeps his hand back and forth about the room. "Us." It's not his best start. His heart is clenching in his chest and he is attempting and failing to hide how nervous he feels to even bring it up.

But it seems like no better time. They're already rearranging their space. It probably should have been brought up sooner. Yet... It's out there. That's what counts, isn't it?

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The kiss is too brief, and Keith is in process of chasing it when Shiro says his name. That brings a smile over his mouth that he can't quite stop. Not that he wants to. This is all surreal in a way, and Keith has to keep reminding himself that it's real, that it's actually happening. Hard to deny it though, with Shiro so close, when he can feel everything like each nerve in his body has been turned on high.

His fingers slide further up Shiro's back, smile only widening at the question. For a moment he allows himself to turn into that hand, eyes shutting before opening and turning back to Shiro. "Okay doesn't even come close," he answers.

And then he's in motion, because Keith isn't the type to leave an attack unanswered. He leans up teeth and lips and tongue making a deliberate trail down that strong jawline, down to his neck. He has a favor to return here. He bites first, sharp, hard, before his lips soothe over the spot, gentle for only a moment before he begins to suck a mark to the surface. Mine.

He barely has time to think about the words and the look on Keith's face before teeth scrape against his jaw. He braces his free hand against the wall and shivers. He feels like he did as far back as his cadet days when kissing someone else was new and he never wanted to stop.

His thoughts shatter and he audibly groans, digging his metal fingers into the door at the hot, sharp sting of pain followed by a gentle soothing. He leans forward pinning Keith to the door. There's no escaping now not that either of them wants that. He slips his hand free of Keith's shirt to tangle his fingers in his hair as he whispers,

"Yours." How did things end up like this? He's not sure. But as he tips his head back, utterly surrendering to Keith...it just feels like the final piece of the puzzle between them slotting into place. "All yours."

Edited 2018-09-11 20:26 (UTC)

Keith hears himself groan, a low and nearly growled sound as he finds himself pinned arms wrapping around Shiro to hold him that close, rising up along his back, shirt hitching up in the process. He leaves a final softer kiss to the mark he's made before leaning up to murmur straight to the other man's ear. "All mine..."

And then quieter, "All yours." It's a promise, and it's the simple truth, even if that truth is a realization that has only now made its way into the light.

Keith's eyes focus for a moment over Shiro's shoulder, and all at once his shoulders shake in a nearly silent laugh. "I guess it would be nice to have a bed right now..." Oops. Oh well. Still no regret. Not even a moment of it, for how this played out.

"It's probably a good idea we don't right now. I think my brakes failed a bit there." His breath comes out in a shaky rush. If there had been a bed behind them he can only imagine how this would have ended up. He leans on one arm and uses his free hand to rub Keith's side, fingers sliding up under his shirt.

"I want us to take our time with this. We just realized we're a we." He laughs to himself as he turns his head just enough to press it against the side of Keith's. "How about we get some breakfast and coffee. That will cool us off a little." A little. He already wants to put his mouth and hands on him again.

He wraps his arms around Keith, chin on his shoulder. "I just want to do right by you, Keith."

Shiro's brakes may have failed, while Keith isn't sure his were ever installed to begin with. Not where Shiro is concerned anyway. But still, With his face still tucked against Shiro's shoulder, he can smell him and that is not helping him get on board this take our time strategy.

He smells so good and feels so warm and so solid. Keith shuts his eyes and tries to get a handle on himself, starts the silent repeated mantra of patience yields focus because maybe that will help. Okay. He can do this.

His arms wind around Shiro in turn. He nods. "Breakfast and coffee sound great." How well it actually cools them off, is another question.

A pause and Keith adds, voice quieter, more serious. "You always have. Ever since we met, you've done right by me." Far more than he ever deserved, and now here they are, and Keith has never in his life felt more like he's found where he belongs. "I want to do right by you too."

"You always have. You let me decide what to do..." It's true. In a world where everyone even the man he loved kept shutting him down and trying to say what he could and couldn't do.... Keith had never pushed. He had gotten a little heated in his arguments but the reason it had been so easy to open up to him...he had never felt pressure to do it.

Shiro presses a kiss to the side of his face and lets go of him just enough to open the door. "So. I can manage eggs and bacon. That good enough?" The idea of being able to do that much is nice. He doesn't see a need to be fancy or surprising. They're pretty practical. He releases him at last and steps out into the hall and turns to face. His eyes are warm and he looks rumpled, messy, but happy.

He makes no move to cover the marks on his neck.

The door clicks open, and for one particularly wild moment, Keith very vividly pictures grabbing Shiro by his shirt, hauling him back into the room, slamming the door shut and kissing him until he forgets everything but Keith's name. It's a very tempting bit of imagination, but he pushes it aside, with a monumental effort and turns to follow Shiro out into the hall.

"Sounds perfect." And it does. Simple and practical works for him. For them. It's nice.

Keith is a mess too, hair in full disarray and likely beyond help, clothes disheveled. He catches sight of one of the marks he left on Shiro's neck and doesn't even bother trying to disguise the grin, terribly pleased with himself for it. Without a word, he starts walking, reaching out to catch Shiro's fingers with his own as he steps parallel with him and continues moving forward. "I'll make the coffee."

"Good. I like your coffee." Keith makes it better than he does. It's really hard to think about making breakfast and coffee when his thoughts stray to the idea of going right back into their room and letting matters take their course. He smoothes out his shirt and fixes his hair a bit instead.

If at all possible, it makes him look messier. He lets it go. Shiro reaches for Keith's reaching hand and settles his hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "We can fix up the bed when we're done."

It is definitely a challenged to stay focused on much of anything right now, when the memory of being pinned to the door, by Shiro's body pressed close and solid and unyielding is still extremely fresh in his mind. But here they are, and Keith is soldiering on.

Watching Shiro try to put himself in order and fail helps. Keith has to look away to hide the grin that wants to rise. He tightens his fingers around Shiro's just briefly, before nodding.

"Right. The bed. Sounds like a plan." So long as they get there without being sidetracked this time. Probably doable. For now though, breakfast.

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