[ shiro has made a tremendous error. it’s terrible. devastating. truly life ruining potential. i didn’t think. no… shiro didn’t think. foresight utterly absent in this scenario, shiro realizes his mistake only when it lands directly into his lap. literally. okay, keith doesn’t land, per say, but he rolls over and then, instead of a dick brushing close, it’s the voluptuous backside of a boy who really shouldn’t possess such, heh, assets.

keith is skinny like a rail. aside from some trim muscle, there isn’t much of any mass to his figure. how does he have an ass on him? does every ounce of fat on his body go directly to his ass?

why is he debating this?

… figured because it’s me, it wouldn’t…?

right. because they’re friends and friends don’t pop boners around each other, especially in high-stress, near death experiences. arm still around keith, only because he’d been too dumbstruck with his own body to operate it by retracting his touch, shiro does make a conscious effort to hitch backwards at the pelvis, making sure his cock has no direct contact with keith’s very round, very cushioned –

stop it. his voice comes out strained again, higher pitched with anxiety. ]

It’s been a long time. [ he already said that. that’s about his only defense, though. well, that and – ] And you’re… attractive…?

[ wait. maybe he should have cut his losses and stopped in the useless plight to defend himself. exhaling heavily, he tilts his head and shifts his gaze to the side, looking somewhere closer to the ceiling. ]

I’m sorry. I’m being gross. You almost died and now I’m making it sound like I’m hitting on you.