[ the pull startles him -- but reflex kicks in before there's any need for thought: shifting in his seat to take the kiss at just the right angle, his hands settling on shiro's shoulders as his lips part to a ruthless kiss, chasing bruises and the lingering flicker of rain on his tongue, agonising in how familiar it feels. memory shifts at the back of his head like quicksand, all the fragments of their new-old history rattling echoes: one of these days you're going to fall. instinct's easier -- the surety of sliding a hand to cup shiro's still-damp nape, of breathing into a kiss that's nothing but quiet trust and the satisfaction of having him back.
there's no need to stop. as long as shiro doesn't have doubts, there's no need to slow down at all. ]
[ well, he definitely could've been a little nicer about it.
but he's inhaling sharply through his nose, and keith's not pulling away, throwing a hand over the back of his neck and pressed so close, it almost aches. it throbs along his lip, a feeling that thrums in the odd shape of his teeth, but the pain's of no concern when keith's yielding, yielding still, canting his head and breathing out in a sigh that rings faintly of relief.
even with the rain on him, he still carries a warm scent -- the desert wind, or the smoke from a crash, or the dust from a lone cabin on the outskirts of nowhere, and it's familiar, it's just like a dream come true. more than anything, it does feel like them, feels a little less like a bad idea the more that keith leans into him, when his unpracticed mouth and warm tongue don't just make keith stiffen and reconsider, when he's licking into his mouth and it doesn't feel so weird as it does new. nothing that he remembers, and yet everything he wants, at least, for right now. ]
[ it isn't easy -- they're fumbling in the front-seat of an unfamiliar car, windows filmy with the heat of them, with a brake that juts and holds its stiff barrier against him every time he forgets and starts to tilt onto a knee, to push shiro's shoulder back against the seat, skimming just short of bumping his head into the low ceiling. but it feels easier than anything else that's surfaced out of oldtown streets lately, jobs and fevers and riots alike. he knows this kiss, is the thing -- feels its brightness like a brand carried out from the morning darkness, knows the moment to tilt his head just to match shiro's angle, the taste of his mouth, the way the lazy curl of his tongue starts to shiver, at last, into a guttering heat.
but that still leaves him craning his neck to take it, thumb smoothing over the stiff arch of shiro's neck. the kiss breaks, if only for an instant - ]
Can I -
[ a little stiffly, slow and uncharacteristically clumsy as one leg shifts to swing over the brake and sink a knee between shiro's thighs, waiting to be stopped. ]
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there's no need to stop. as long as shiro doesn't have doubts, there's no need to slow down at all. ]
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but he's inhaling sharply through his nose, and keith's not pulling away, throwing a hand over the back of his neck and pressed so close, it almost aches. it throbs along his lip, a feeling that thrums in the odd shape of his teeth, but the pain's of no concern when keith's yielding, yielding still, canting his head and breathing out in a sigh that rings faintly of relief.
even with the rain on him, he still carries a warm scent -- the desert wind, or the smoke from a crash, or the dust from a lone cabin on the outskirts of nowhere, and it's familiar, it's just like a dream come true. more than anything, it does feel like them, feels a little less like a bad idea the more that keith leans into him, when his unpracticed mouth and warm tongue don't just make keith stiffen and reconsider, when he's licking into his mouth and it doesn't feel so weird as it does new. nothing that he remembers, and yet everything he wants, at least, for right now. ]
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but that still leaves him craning his neck to take it, thumb smoothing over the stiff arch of shiro's neck. the kiss breaks, if only for an instant - ]
Can I -
[ a little stiffly, slow and uncharacteristically clumsy as one leg shifts to swing over the brake and sink a knee between shiro's thighs, waiting to be stopped. ]