Please, you walked down the hall — ( keith's hands shoot up to shiro's chest, curling convulsively into the fabric of his shirt as shiro drags his teeth down his neck and bites down. it's hardly even painful — after everything keith has been through as a paladin he's sort of retooled his understanding of pain — but it's enough to make him press his hips down into shiro's. the friction makes his dick twitch, and keith grits his teeth, swallowing harshly as he pulls his hips back and holds himself stock still.
he needs to focus, shit. he's supposed to be pushing shiro away, not grinding in his lap like some overeager teenager — even though that's exactly what he is, easy as it is to forget sometimes. he's not just a paladin of voltron, defender of the universe and last hope for defeating the galra. he's an overeager, hormonal teenager, and right now he has the focus of all his lusty hormones and kinky fantasies smirking beneath him, and keith's never had shiro's self-control. it takes a long moment, but eventually he lets go of shiro's shirt and shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder and waiting for the next order.
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he needs to focus, shit. he's supposed to be pushing shiro away, not grinding in his lap like some overeager teenager — even though that's exactly what he is, easy as it is to forget sometimes. he's not just a paladin of voltron, defender of the universe and last hope for defeating the galra. he's an overeager, hormonal teenager, and right now he has the focus of all his lusty hormones and kinky fantasies smirking beneath him, and keith's never had shiro's self-control. it takes a long moment, but eventually he lets go of shiro's shirt and shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder and waiting for the next order.
he'll tell shiro they need to stop tomorrow. )