[Because he is properly motivated. Very properly motivated.
So it's not long before the door to their shared quarters opens and Keith lets himself in, locking the world out behind him. He can hear the tub running. Okay. So he's been beaten. But that works even better. Keith is already stripping as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He's shirtless by the time he gets there, he's shirtless.]
Actually...I've been here since you messaged me. [He points to his phone sitting with his Garrison coat on the sink. He catches the bottom of his shirt and peels it off in one smooth motion. His dog tags hit his chest with a dull thwack.
He drops the shirt to the floor and shuts off the water. Steam curls in the air as he reaches out to snag Keith by the belt. It allowed he tugs him close, his hands deftly undoing the buckle.]
[Cheater. But Keith has so very little to complain about, and falls silent because he's preoccupied watching that shirt coming off. He's distracted enough he doesn't notice that he's been snagged until he's being pulled closer.
But that is fine by him. That means there's nothing in the way of letting his hands move to slide over shoulders, exploring by now familiar angles of hard muscle down along his chest. Don't mind Keith. He's gotten distracted.]
[The belt hits the floor and he smiles up at him, eyes warm with affection that is reserved all for Keith. Touching and being touched is a familiar part of his day but he always loves these first moments. He undoes the button on Keith's pants and slowly stands up to press his mouth to his.]
Just means we'll get to that bath a lot sooner than you thought. [He says as his hands slide up and down his back, tracing old scars with his fingers. It's a map he knows very well.]
[Keith loves it too, looks forward to it, to finishing his day by coming back home, to Shiro. He leans in to meet that kiss, a soft hum approval lost to the other man's lips. His hands curl, nails dragging down along Shiro's chest, down until he can find the waistband of his pants, starting to work his belt free and his pants open as well.]
Might be a little more than fair. It's not like I can complain.
[No room for complaints at all. Draping himself all over his boyfriend in a nice hot bath? Sounds amazing.]
[He hums his own approval and arches up into the nails on his skin. He could help Keith take his pants off but why ruin the pleasure of it for him. He busies himself with a slow kiss, lingering on his lips before he urges them open and slides his tongue inside. His hands dip below the waistband of Keith's pants, just enough to be felt and run back up.
He pulls away from his mouth long enough to breathe.]
Especially since I never start without you. [He leans back in and traces his jaw, following it to his neck. Sorry, not another kiss this time.]
[Oh Keith is quite happy to take care of undressing Shiro, thank you. It's a bit like Christmas morning every time, by far the best sort of present. His fingers make quick work of his belt, his pants, and he doesn't hesitate at all to nudge them down from Shiro's hips.
There's a grin finding its way over his lips as the kiss breaks.]
Good... I'd hate to miss anything...
[He answers, distracted entirely by Shiro's mouth. It's an unfair advantage, but he can't bring himself to mind it at all. His fingers find the waistband of Shiro's underwear, curling fingertips beneath it, tugging but not doing anymore than that just yet.]
[He sucks at the skin just under Keith's jaw as he steps forward, urging Keith to move just enough so they can get undressed. Shiro pulls away again, his hands coming down to tug at the waistband of his boyfriend's underwear.]
Me too. ...you first this time? [One or the other gets undressed first. It's the one thing he asked for without feeling like he was asking too much. Obviously if they swap off its fair and he gets to appreciate Keith's beauty half the time without anything to interrupt the view or distract him.]
[Keith agrees, distracted, shifting as Shiro moves, taking a moment to realize what his boyfriend is talking about. Right. Clothes. He's focused now.
He lets his fingers draw back from Shiro to set over the other man's hands, helping and urging him to pull the last piece of clothing off. He'll go first. Fine by him. He hasn't admitted it in words, so much, but he likes having Shiro's eyes on him, likes know the other's attention and gaze is focused on him in the moment.
He also likes having the chance to do his own looking, in turn, without distraction. His underwear get kicked to the side, and then there's nothing to stop him from reaching for Shiro again.]
[He takes a moment to drink in the sight of Keith without his clothes on. He has always looked good since the first time he actually noticed when they became Paladins. But years in space and training as a Blade put muscle on him and he can’t get enough.
He starts as warm hands reach for him. Shiro helps Keith strip him. He likes the clear feeling of being wanted. All he has to do is look into Keith’s eyes and he feels that want. His own underwear is on the floor and he checks the depth of the water. The perfect level. He reaches for his boyfriend’s hands to pull him back into the water as he steps into the tub.]
[Keith has never been the shy sort, and he certainly isn't now, so the faint color that rises across his cheekbones is likely more from pleasure and anticipation than any real blushing. As long as Shiro wants him, it's the only thing that could possibly matter.
His fingers linger at Shiro's thighs een after his underwear is gone, touching because he can.
Until the older man is moving and Keith finds those hands with his own and lets himself be pulled. He sinks down into the water, a low hiss of pleasure at the heat of it. He waits for Shiro to settle in before he invites himself to settle between his legs, urging them apart, back to him sot hat he can lean back against that broad, strong chest. Yes. This will do.]
[Shiro sighs as he sinks down into the hot water and leans back. After the long day of meetings and working with the other officers, it feels so good. He's already parting his legs to let Keith between them. He wraps an arm around him, running his hand up his stomach to his chest, and over his throat. His fingers trail along his jaw.
He never gets enough of touching him.] Comfortable?
[Keith arches towards Shiro's touch without even realizing that he's doing it, less a conscious decision and more just the natural reaction to the feeling of that hand moving over his skin. He lets his head fall back to rest against the other man's chest, neck arching, all the world like a cat begging more attention.
And why wouldn't he want more? The simple contact is enough to strip away the rest of the day's worries and everything away, melt it away even more certainly than the heat of the water, the steam that rises around.
He cracks an eye open and peeks up at Shiro, a flicker of a grin on his lips.]
Yeah. No complaints here.
[He reaches a hand up and back, wet fingers finding the line of his jaw, thumb caressing back and forth along warm skin.]
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[Because he is properly motivated. Very properly motivated.
So it's not long before the door to their shared quarters opens and Keith lets himself in, locking the world out behind him. He can hear the tub running. Okay. So he's been beaten. But that works even better. Keith is already stripping as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He's shirtless by the time he gets there, he's shirtless.]
Okay. So you beat me.
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He drops the shirt to the floor and shuts off the water. Steam curls in the air as he reaches out to snag Keith by the belt. It allowed he tugs him close, his hands deftly undoing the buckle.]
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[Cheater. But Keith has so very little to complain about, and falls silent because he's preoccupied watching that shirt coming off. He's distracted enough he doesn't notice that he's been snagged until he's being pulled closer.
But that is fine by him. That means there's nothing in the way of letting his hands move to slide over shoulders, exploring by now familiar angles of hard muscle down along his chest. Don't mind Keith. He's gotten distracted.]
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Just means we'll get to that bath a lot sooner than you thought. [He says as his hands slide up and down his back, tracing old scars with his fingers. It's a map he knows very well.]
I think it's a fair trade, don't you?
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Might be a little more than fair. It's not like I can complain.
[No room for complaints at all. Draping himself all over his boyfriend in a nice hot bath? Sounds amazing.]
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He pulls away from his mouth long enough to breathe.]
Especially since I never start without you. [He leans back in and traces his jaw, following it to his neck. Sorry, not another kiss this time.]
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There's a grin finding its way over his lips as the kiss breaks.]
Good... I'd hate to miss anything...
[He answers, distracted entirely by Shiro's mouth. It's an unfair advantage, but he can't bring himself to mind it at all. His fingers find the waistband of Shiro's underwear, curling fingertips beneath it, tugging but not doing anymore than that just yet.]
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Me too. ...you first this time? [One or the other gets undressed first. It's the one thing he asked for without feeling like he was asking too much. Obviously if they swap off its fair and he gets to appreciate Keith's beauty half the time without anything to interrupt the view or distract him.]
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[Keith agrees, distracted, shifting as Shiro moves, taking a moment to realize what his boyfriend is talking about. Right. Clothes. He's focused now.
He lets his fingers draw back from Shiro to set over the other man's hands, helping and urging him to pull the last piece of clothing off. He'll go first. Fine by him. He hasn't admitted it in words, so much, but he likes having Shiro's eyes on him, likes know the other's attention and gaze is focused on him in the moment.
He also likes having the chance to do his own looking, in turn, without distraction. His underwear get kicked to the side, and then there's nothing to stop him from reaching for Shiro again.]
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He starts as warm hands reach for him. Shiro helps Keith strip him. He likes the clear feeling of being wanted. All he has to do is look into Keith’s eyes and he feels that want. His own underwear is on the floor and he checks the depth of the water. The perfect level. He reaches for his boyfriend’s hands to pull him back into the water as he steps into the tub.]
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His fingers linger at Shiro's thighs een after his underwear is gone, touching because he can.
Until the older man is moving and Keith finds those hands with his own and lets himself be pulled. He sinks down into the water, a low hiss of pleasure at the heat of it. He waits for Shiro to settle in before he invites himself to settle between his legs, urging them apart, back to him sot hat he can lean back against that broad, strong chest. Yes. This will do.]
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He never gets enough of touching him.] Comfortable?
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And why wouldn't he want more? The simple contact is enough to strip away the rest of the day's worries and everything away, melt it away even more certainly than the heat of the water, the steam that rises around.
He cracks an eye open and peeks up at Shiro, a flicker of a grin on his lips.]
Yeah. No complaints here.
[He reaches a hand up and back, wet fingers finding the line of his jaw, thumb caressing back and forth along warm skin.]
You?