[ the way shiro goes tense is a massive red flag. deep down, keith knows that a line has been crossed but having already gone too far he lacks the skill to actually navigate it. in his exhaustion, he doesn't fumble -- no, that would've been a blessing compared to the breathy moan that escapes his lips when shiro fumbles and a roll of friction sends another zip shooting down his spine. ]
Ahh...
[ part confused, part alarmed, keith's grip tightens on shiro's hips before common sense knocks the wind out of him and his hand shoots up like he's grabbed a fistful of fire. ]
I - I thought this was okay?
[ the fact that he's even having to ask the question is, in retrospect, a clear indication that this isn't okay at all. but unsure of how to proceed, keith awkwardly keeps his hand suspended, while the rest of him stays in place like he's desperately holding on to the possibility that this isn't some unforgivable faux pas. ]
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Ahh...
[ part confused, part alarmed, keith's grip tightens on shiro's hips before common sense knocks the wind out of him and his hand shoots up like he's grabbed a fistful of fire. ]
I - I thought this was okay?
[ the fact that he's even having to ask the question is, in retrospect, a clear indication that this isn't okay at all. but unsure of how to proceed, keith awkwardly keeps his hand suspended, while the rest of him stays in place like he's desperately holding on to the possibility that this isn't some unforgivable faux pas. ]