[ Keith scowls-- as much as he can scowl at Shiro, anyway. It's more of a pout, honestly. But damn it, if he could fly a fighter pilot without ever so much as sitting in a cockpit before, he can do this. ]
Here. Sit on the edge. [ He offers to help Shiro, but as usual it's never in a way that implies he thinks Shiro's incapable of maneuvering himself. They're on the same wavelength, effortlessly, and he hopes that continues through what they're about to do.
Keith feels a quiet thrill that he isn't sure he can identify when he gets on his knees on the floor. He puts his hands on Shiro's thighs, gently rubbing up and down, looking up at him with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. ]
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[ Keith scowls-- as much as he can scowl at Shiro, anyway. It's more of a pout, honestly. But damn it, if he could fly a fighter pilot without ever so much as sitting in a cockpit before, he can do this. ]
Here. Sit on the edge. [ He offers to help Shiro, but as usual it's never in a way that implies he thinks Shiro's incapable of maneuvering himself. They're on the same wavelength, effortlessly, and he hopes that continues through what they're about to do.
Keith feels a quiet thrill that he isn't sure he can identify when he gets on his knees on the floor. He puts his hands on Shiro's thighs, gently rubbing up and down, looking up at him with nothing short of adoration in his eyes. ]
Can I see it?