[Really, the only person that seems to have any resemblance of controlling Keith has been Shiro. Otherwise, Keith just seems like a wildfire ready to start.
He's about to ask the other to move off him, but the look in Shiro's eyes nearly takes the breath out of him. It keeps him speechless and has him audibly swallow instead.
Keith doesn't know what to expect suddenly. He's usually the unpredictable one, but Shiro really is at the moment. His hand is still pressed against Shiro's chest and the look only leaves him warm in the pit of his stomach.] S-Shiro? [He didn't mean to sound so breathless, but the other took his breath away.]
[ Fingers curling against the mat below them where they're not secure around Keith's wrist, Shiro tells himself that he ought to rein himself in. It's in their best interest to... not really get into anything, here. And it's interesting, realizing that for once he's the one that's unfettered. Especially when he spends so much time making sure that Keith stays in line.
But here they are.
Taking a deep breath, like he's trying to ground himself, he bows his head closer to him. Their bangs mix together in the process, where they're not sticking to skin with sweat, but he ignores it, focused instead on him. But before he actually closes the space completely he pauses, giving Keith the choice - meet him halfway, or pull away. It doesn't change the heat in his gaze, though. ]
[He's had feelings for the other for awhile. Embarrassing moments in the shower where he rubs one out with Shiro's name on his lips. He's not even sure it's a secret with drifting, but he refuses to talk about it and he does his best to keep it off his mind. He doesn't want to ruin anything with Shiro.
That's a thought for another time though. Right now Shiro is pinning him to the floor and way too close to him. He doesn't want to ruin anything with Shiro, but is it really ruining something with their current position? He tells himself that he should push the other way. Keith doesn't though. Instead he tilts his head up to press his mouth to Shiro's. Keith decides that he currently doesn't care. His mind is drunk and the other is so close. He can't resist. Not with the way that the other is looking at him.]
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He's about to ask the other to move off him, but the look in Shiro's eyes nearly takes the breath out of him. It keeps him speechless and has him audibly swallow instead.
Keith doesn't know what to expect suddenly. He's usually the unpredictable one, but Shiro really is at the moment. His hand is still pressed against Shiro's chest and the look only leaves him warm in the pit of his stomach.] S-Shiro? [He didn't mean to sound so breathless, but the other took his breath away.]
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But here they are.
Taking a deep breath, like he's trying to ground himself, he bows his head closer to him. Their bangs mix together in the process, where they're not sticking to skin with sweat, but he ignores it, focused instead on him. But before he actually closes the space completely he pauses, giving Keith the choice - meet him halfway, or pull away. It doesn't change the heat in his gaze, though. ]
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That's a thought for another time though. Right now Shiro is pinning him to the floor and way too close to him. He doesn't want to ruin anything with Shiro, but is it really ruining something with their current position? He tells himself that he should push the other way. Keith doesn't though. Instead he tilts his head up to press his mouth to Shiro's. Keith decides that he currently doesn't care. His mind is drunk and the other is so close. He can't resist. Not with the way that the other is looking at him.]