( when keith thinks about it — and he tries not to, he tries really hard, because who knows what the fuck weird powers alteans have that allura and coran haven't told them all about, and it would be just his luck to be thinking about how he wants shiro to fuck his face and call him his sweet baby girl while he does it in front of fucking telepaths — he's fucking embarrassed. and not in the good way that shiro can humiliate him but also make it sexy as fuck, in the real way where he's genuinely ashamed of himself. pidge and hunk and lance, they all get normal bonding activities, allura's probably going to end up space married to shiro one day — and then there's keith. keith who needs to be fucked by his daddy to feel good about himself.
he tries not to think about it. but on days like today it's kind of impossible not to, with the way shiro made eye contact with him when he talked about getting an early night's sleep. it's all keith can think about, what shiro plans for tonight, whether he should even let him in, why does shiro even indulge him like this in the first place — keith tries to drown the thoughts in training, skipping dinner and spending hours in the training room, destroying droids and working out until he's exhausted. that's it — when shiro comes to his door, he'll turn him away. claim exhaustion, say he spent all day fighting zarkon and training and sorry, dear, he has a headache. he's tired.
when everyone heads back to their rooms, keith is all ready to turn shiro away. tomorrow they'll talk, and he'll tell shiro that they can just... bond like normal people. like he does with literally everyone else. but for tonight, keith's just going to send him back to his room and everything will be fine.
only shiro steps into the room like he owns it, like it's not even keith's space anymore, and the words dry up in his throat. shiro smiles and sits and pats his lap, and keith can only hold back for a second before his body moves without even consulting him, sliding into shiro's lap obediently. keith frowns, annoyed at his body's betrayal, and looks up to catch shiro's eye with a haughty flip of his hair. )
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he tries not to think about it. but on days like today it's kind of impossible not to, with the way shiro made eye contact with him when he talked about getting an early night's sleep. it's all keith can think about, what shiro plans for tonight, whether he should even let him in, why does shiro even indulge him like this in the first place — keith tries to drown the thoughts in training, skipping dinner and spending hours in the training room, destroying droids and working out until he's exhausted. that's it — when shiro comes to his door, he'll turn him away. claim exhaustion, say he spent all day fighting zarkon and training and sorry, dear, he has a headache. he's tired.
when everyone heads back to their rooms, keith is all ready to turn shiro away. tomorrow they'll talk, and he'll tell shiro that they can just... bond like normal people. like he does with literally everyone else. but for tonight, keith's just going to send him back to his room and everything will be fine.
only shiro steps into the room like he owns it, like it's not even keith's space anymore, and the words dry up in his throat. shiro smiles and sits and pats his lap, and keith can only hold back for a second before his body moves without even consulting him, sliding into shiro's lap obediently. keith frowns, annoyed at his body's betrayal, and looks up to catch shiro's eye with a haughty flip of his hair. )
You could have knocked.