[ that's a good sound, bright in his eyes -- the swoop of his name like adrenaline. he's quicker this time to settle with his knees riding up against shiro's ribs, ready to wrap them tight for leverage if the momentum turns against him.
keith isn't exactly heavy. far from it, when he can throw him easy, when pinning him down isn't a hard thing to do. but it's different today. keith has the momentum, the focus -- and maybe he's really charging after the prize, but - ]
You're really -- determined, aren't you.
[ but keith's straddling his stomach, and that's making it pretty hard to laugh. his hands fit along the slant of keith's waist, and maybe he's investing a lot of strength just to tug keith's thighs into loosening up, but that's a price he must pay to breathe. ]
[ which begs for a brief, ridiculous moment where his thighs are straining beneath shiro's grip -- before he plants a hand just above shiro's shoulder, leaning over him. ]
I'm definitely not gonna get any better if you keep holding back, Shiro.
[ it makes him laugh, reeling a little with the breathless moment.
he can feel the jump of keith's muscle, the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his hand as he doggedly pins his body down. it's probably not a good sign that the goad hits home, that he wouldn't mind seeing what else keith can do, that he wants more of everything. well, maybe it's just the adrenaline talking.
whatever it is, by reflex or otherwise, his grip roughens a little, and he finds that he wants more of that, too. ]
[ actually, with keith this tense and this wrapped around him -- it hardly takes any effort at all.
because by the time he's heaving forward, he's still got keith strung about him from the waist up, and it doesn't take much besides the initial, awkward stumble to push them upright.
keith probably expected a pin.
and probably not to be carried, with shiro's arm braced underneath him, and the other slung along his back. ]
[ except all of their rolling around's gotten them both off the mat. but he's not pushing it -- keith's gotten a leg down by the time they've reached the padding.
which means it's pretty easy to topple him right back over, until he's got an arm across his torso holding him back against the floor. ]
even if the placement of keith's legs has probably shifted just enough to get them flush together. but you know what! focus on the real task at hand can provide a potent distraction. ]
but keith's paying some attention, anyway -- sprawling back means that he's got both hands free to wrap tight around shiro's arm where it's locked him against the mat, pushing and shoving as his hips twist to force him off-balance.
basically: this is a whole lot of outraged squirming. ]
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I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SAT FOR TWO DAYS!!
and, well - ]
Pinned you again.
i can't believe keith sat on shiro for two days
keith isn't exactly heavy. far from it, when he can throw him easy, when pinning him down isn't a hard thing to do. but it's different today. keith has the momentum, the focus -- and maybe he's really charging after the prize, but - ]
You're really -- determined, aren't you.
[ but keith's straddling his stomach, and that's making it pretty hard to laugh. his hands fit along the slant of keith's waist, and maybe he's investing a lot of strength just to tug keith's thighs into loosening up, but that's a price he must pay to breathe. ]
Wanna win that bad?
technically shiro was on top at the time.
I'm definitely not gonna get any better if you keep holding back, Shiro.
fuck
he can feel the jump of keith's muscle, the rhythm of his breathing, the tension in his hand as he doggedly pins his body down. it's probably not a good sign that the goad hits home, that he wouldn't mind seeing what else keith can do, that he wants more of everything. well, maybe it's just the adrenaline talking.
whatever it is, by reflex or otherwise, his grip roughens a little, and he finds that he wants more of that, too. ]
Then promise not to hate me too much.
FIVE MONTHS LATER!!!
Sounds like you're stalling.
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because by the time he's heaving forward, he's still got keith strung about him from the waist up, and it doesn't take much besides the initial, awkward stumble to push them upright.
keith probably expected a pin.
and probably not to be carried, with shiro's arm braced underneath him, and the other slung along his back. ]
Gotcha.
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Shiro.
[ squirming, but not very much, because that's apparently his theme now. ]
I don't think this'd work in a fight.
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[ rimshot.mp3 ]
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[ definitely squirming to get down now. ]
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which means it's pretty easy to topple him right back over, until he's got an arm across his torso holding him back against the floor. ]
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even if the placement of keith's legs has probably shifted just enough to get them flush together. but you know what! focus on the real task at hand can provide a potent distraction. ]
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but keith's paying some attention, anyway -- sprawling back means that he's got both hands free to wrap tight around shiro's arm where it's locked him against the mat, pushing and shoving as his hips twist to force him off-balance.
basically: this is a whole lot of outraged squirming. ]
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nope
yep
uh-huh, he can totally feel it now, that's unfortunate. ]
Uh.
Need a hand?
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[ but whatever shiro can feel, his grip's still hard, unyielding, knees like rooted steel.
ugh. his fingers flex once; his palm smoothes over shiro's wrist before his grip eases, restless and dark as his gaze snaps up, brows furrowed. ]
. . . fine. Tell me how you'd get out of this.
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[ because if he's going to hold onto keith for any longer than the next minute, then they're both going to be in a really
hard
spot. ]
You've got your legs all ready to throw me. Get my mind off of them first.
Throw off my balance by getting me to invest more of my weight into my arms.
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[ it's not his most graceful maneuver: torso twisting as his fingers locks over shiro's to bend his hand back over his wrist, lightning-sharp.
at least one of them's still paying attention to the lesson. ]