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[He grins into the kiss, a hand around Shiro to keep him close.]

I'm-- Thanks. [He means that, even if Shiro doesn't understand what he's being thanked for. It helps ease out some of the more unsettling thoughts that had started in the silence.]

[He knows. Keith's always been an open book, for those that cared to read it. Shiro breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together briefly and then pushes Keith down onto the bed so he can

absolutely

use him as a damn pillow.]

Edited (invasion of the clones) 2018-06-27 23:53 (UTC)

[He goes down with the urging, expecting... Not to be used as a pillow. He laughs at that, bubbling from deep in his chest and settles underneath him.

He can't bring himself to say the words so freely, but he thinks I love you so, so very hard and loudly in his thoughts.]

[Maybe Black's a bridge between them, but the sentiment echoes.

Shiro, however, is already busy catnapping against Keith, arm slung over him, head buried against his side. Shiro's halfway down the bed to make this work, one leg draped over Keith's. It's a possessive, protective posture.

But he still sleeps like the dead. Which, ha, ha, he has cause to know the intimate specifics of. This time when he wakes, it's to the little griffon creature perched on Keith's stomach insistently licking at his face.

Shiro makes a sort of blergh! sound and backs away from it instinctively, glancing up to see if Keith's awake before he actually says anything on purpose.]

[Keith had started dozing with him. It's a light sleep, nothing serious but enough to let his body and eyes rest. He woke a little bit later when the griffon landed close by and then climbed onto his chest. He didn't make any noise, just used his free hand to pet along its spine.

It's when it starts licking at Shiro's face that he has to contain the laughter, almost impossibly so when Shiro makes that noise and wakes up. It's cute.]

Sorry--But I think it wanted you awake.

[It flutters its little wings once with a happy trill. It absolutely wanted Shiro awake.]

[He has the grouchiest look on his face right now. Entirely put-out, like someone just took the last of his favourite food and flaunted their eating of it right in front of him.]

Does it mind?

[It's good-natured grumbling. He pets it anyway, and then flops back down beside Keith. He's feeling good. Oddly energetic. Maybe that's what enough sleep in a twenty-four hour period will do for you.]

I guess it's probably not a bad idea to get up and have something to eat.

[Gentler,]

How's your shoulder?

Probably.

[Keith carefully relocates the little griffon to the pillow as he shifts to get up. He had watched one of the bots bring their clothes back, folded and pressed and figures getting dressed is probably on the menu too.

He gets to work on that, stopping just at zipping the suit up when Shiro asks.]

...Still sore. But not as bad.

[Okay, the view while Keith gets himself suited up is-- spectacular, now that Shiro's decided to allow himself to enjoy it. He almost tells him just to stay naked, but maybe that's a little on the forward side. Instead, he rolls himself out of bed with energy and reaches for his own neatly folded pile of clothing.]

I want to take a look at it later. Make sure it's still healing all right.

Sure. [It's just a quick response over his shoulder, trying not to ogle Shiro too much while he's dressing. It's really hard not to watch though, the muscles in Shiro's back as he moves.

Christ.

Shiro could probably have any pick of anyone in the universe. Shadow gives a low rumble, coming to butt against his leg.]

Right, food for you too. Okay.

[He doesn't even bother with a shirt. There's enough time to be fully clothed around the others, now's not the time. But he does follow Keith out, barefoot back to the kitchen.

He's still not entirely hungry. He's aware of the physical sensation, but mentally convincing himself he should have food is an uphill struggle. At least he's no longer forgetting to breathe at inopportune moments. Long enough without it, turns out you lose the habit.

He shells a couple of the bugs while Keith does-- whatever it is he's going to do, and he bends down to feed them to Shadow.]

Sorry. Unless you want to go hunt one of the creatures outside, it's what we've got.

[Keith is working on getting some of the grain food he'd set aside earlier? Yesterday? He's lost track of time between sleeping and the unrelenting storm outside. He doesn't know if it's even the same day as when they landed. Maybe that was the point. Maybe that's why Black brought them here and left them on their own. To just... relax. Lose time like this.

It's almost sweet, if there wasn't an actual war going on.

Rest up first. Rest of the universe after.

He watches Shadow gamely nibble on the bug meat while he munches his own food. He tries not to think about his teeth - he'd felt fangs before, both during the fight and those few moments Shiro was cleaning his wounds - and they're gone now. But it doesn't mean they couldn't show up again. He self consciously closes his fists so he can't see his nails.]

She's good about eating whatever's there.

I see that.

[Sorry, pup, it wouldn't be his first choice either. Shadow gets a fond little pat, Shiro burying his hand in her ruff as she wolfs (ha) down the bugs he'd shelled out for her, and once it seems like she's satisfied he leaves her be. Between one heartbeat and the next she poofs outside, apparently enjoying the storm.

He watches her a moment as she cavorts out in the field, and then exhales. It's still beautiful, the weather inclement and wild, but he feels trapped. He doesn't want to start resenting the beauty.

He leans on the countertop next to Keith and opens his mouth, absolutely expecting him to offer out a spoonful of grainy mush.]

[Keith watches her outside, sort of chewing this bite over a bit. He doesn't think anything when Shiro comes to lean in close but... He blinks almost owlishly at Shiro waiting with his mouth open.]

What?

[keith pls.

Shiro does not even bother closing his mouth or actually articulating what he wants. He just raises his eyebrows. Looks at the food. Looks back at Keith. Come on, pal, you can figure this out.]

[Wait is that a couples thing? It must be a couples thing. Keith's expression flattens a bit and he just. Raises the fork up to his mouth.

That's what he wanted right? Please let that be it, Keith is really bad at nonverbal cues.]

[Well it's either that or the weirdest way in the universe to insinuate he wants to suck your dick, sooOOooooOoo...

But yes, that is correct. Shiro leans in and licks the fork clean in a way that is perhaps not entirely innocent. Chews, swallows, and then kisses Keith on the cheek.]

Thanks.

[He knows this is Hard for you.]

[It's a good thing he did put a shirt on because his whole face goes red down his neck and under the top of his suit. That was lewd and even as Shiro's thanking him, he can't stop watching his mouth.

Shit.

He carefully forks another bite and munches it, the bite after that offering it to Shiro again.]

[Okay, all his recent reservations about eating have definitely fallen by the wayside in the wake of turning it into something of a game. He's kind of enjoying this.]

You could look a little less scandalized.

[Keith doesn't enjoy being teased, and Shiro's always hyper-conscious of things that make him uncomfortable. He's gentle enough about saying it.]

Uh.

[Hhas to clear his throat before he gets more than one syllable out. He's glad now that he put on pants, his sudden problem is less obvious.]

Not-- Not scandalized.

[His face is still so red though.]

[Shiro's smile softens. He doesn't want Keith feeling self-conscious, so he'll leave it at that stubborn denial and not push the issue. It's obvious he's riled.]

Once my leg's a bit more healed up, I want to explore the grounds. Maybe there's something here-- like a shuttle or a speeder.

[Haggar didn't care how damaged the clone got. She pushed it well past the point of Shiro's human limits. He got off easy, but that was all Keith. The rest-- well, it'll heal. But he doesn't want to push himself.

(Doesn't need to. For the first time in years, he doesn't need to.)]

[That took a different turn than he expected in this conversation. His face is still blushed pink, but he nods.]

I can't imagine they wouldn't have something like that for bot repairs.

[And he's sure Honerva would have wanted to gather things to study herself en mass. But the thought of Shiro's leg crosses his mind and he feels only a little gross about thinking lewd things. He shifts a little, clearing his throat again trying to not show off his arousal right here.]

We'll find something to use. In the meantime... [He reaches for Shiro with his free hand, pulling him down for a quick kiss, letting it linger only if Shiro wants it to go further.]

Edited 2018-06-28 02:15 (UTC)

[Keith you are confusing the hell out of him. Shiro just-- raises his eyebrows at the kiss but makes no move to pull away. He lifts a hand to cup Keith's cheek, gentling it, and punctuates the kiss with another smaller one to the corner of his mouth.]

Sorry. I wasn't trying to tease you.

You weren't teasing. Trust me.

[He takes a deep breath, nosing against his cheek and sets the plate of food down.]

Was trying not to be too obvious? That uh. That looked... really good, watching you do that.

[Being direct and clear is one thing. Being direct and clear about how fucking hot that got him under the collar is something else.]

Oh.

[Well. Okay. That gives him some context, and Shiro leans back against the counter. To his credit, he doesn't look down.]

Okay. So that'd be something you'd like?

[Since Keith has been Maddeningly Vague about what he might enjoy, outside of what he can do for Shiro.]

Watching your mouth? Yes.

[To the point.]