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Keith can feel the heavy weight of Shiro’s stare from across the room as Lance leans a little further into Keith’s space. Keith didn’t even hear what Lance said but based off the way Lance is wiggling his eyebrows at him, he’s pretty sure it was inappropriate.
“What?” Keith says eloquently. Lance frowns slightly but tries again.
“I said, if your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas; can I visit between the holidays?” Lance wiggles his eyebrows again and leans closer and suddenly Keith realizes how close the taller boy is to him.
Keith is leaning against the back wall of the common room with his arms defensively crossed across his chest and Lance is standing less than a foot away from him -so close that Keith can feel the heat of Lance’s chest on his exposed forearms.
“There are no holidays in space.” Keith puts his right hand against Lance’s chest and pushes lightly but frowns when Lance doesn’t move away. Lance pins Keith’s hand to chest and smirks at him.
“Aw, you could’ve asked if you really wanted to touch me.” He even throws in a wink as Keith tries to retract his hand.
“Dude, no.” Keith successfully retrieves his hand from Lance’s grasp as he sees Shiro push off the wall from the other side of the room in his peripheral. Shiro draws up his shoulders and his fists clench at his sides as Lance finally takes a step back and away from Keith.
“Sorry man.” Lance holds his hands up in the air between them in surrender as he turns and walks away from Keith, completely oblivious of Shiro’s threatening presence behind him. Shiro’s steely eyes track Lance as he leaves the room before his hot gaze lands on Keith again.
Heat pools in Keith’s stomach as Shiro stalks over to him, quickly closing the distance between their bodies. Shiro is on him in seconds, his arms on either side of Keith caging him in, as if Keith would ever try to run away from him. Keith is momentarily paralyzed as his gaze is held captive by Shiro’s and he startles when Shiro speaks.
“Give me your hand.” Shiro holds out his flesh hand between them and he doesn’t have to wait long before Keith complies. Keith’s gloved hand is engulfed by Shiro’s much larger one as he brings Keith’s hand to his face. Keith’s eyes stray from Shiro’s as he looks at the man’s full lips which hover close to Keith’s hand. Heat rises across Keith’s face in a flush as Shiro presses his lips to Keith’s glove which is stretched across his palm.
“This is mine. You are mine.” Each word is a whisper across leather and a drag of pink against black. The tip of a tongue darts out between parted lips and laves the worn material before Shiro releases Keith’s hand and lets it fall limply back to his side.
Shiro’s arm that is still braced against the wall bends at the elbow and brings Shiro closer to Keith. Keith turns his head to the left and bares his throat to the older man as Shiro’s head dips down to drag his nose up the column of Keith’s pale neck.
There’s a whisper of fabric as a hand slides up Keith’s side, just shy of actually pressing against his skin. Gooseflesh erupts across Keith’s abdomen as the heat from Shiro’s flesh hand bleeds through the thin material of his shirt as Shiro’s nose settles on a patch of skin behind Keith’s ear.
A shiver travels down Keith’s spine and his eyes flutter closed as hot breath ghosts over Keith’s neck and ruffles the curl of hair tucked behind his ear. Shiro breathes deeply several times, puffing out hot air against the younger man as he breathes him in.
“You smell so good Baby, I could eat you up.” Keith shivers again at the words and a whine sneaks out of his throat as his body tries to arch up to be closer to the wall of heat that’s scant inches away from him. A growl of frustration leaves Keith as Shiro takes a step away from him and breaks all points of contact with him.
Keith opens his eyes to attempt to glare at the older man and his head turns to fully face Shiro.
“Not here.” Shiro states the two words as if they are law and takes another step back from Keith. Keith frowns and feels his brow furrow as he tries to take a step closer to Shiro and close the distance again. His hand that he didn’t even know was outstretched is swatted from the air as cool metal fingers grasp his face tightly, fingertips digging into the soft skin of his cheeks.
The grip on his face eases slightly when Keith doesn’t fight it and the thumb that is pressed against the right side of his face strokes back and forth softly. Keith pouts and looks up at Shiro through his eyelashes to try and sway him but Shiro has full control of himself and isn’t swayed in the slightest.
“I said not here, be a good boy.” Shiro raises an eyebrow expectantly. When Keith tries to nod his head the fingers on his face dig in sharply again and Shiro’s other eyebrow raises to join the other.
“Yes Sir.” The words are a whisper, sliding passed lips that are forcibly pursed by the hand on his face, but the reaction is instantaneous. Shiro smiles at him softly and his eyes are filled with warmth and approval.
Shiro releases his hold on Keith’s face only to pat his cheek lightly which makes Keith scowl at him. With a huff Keith sidesteps Shiro and skulks out of the room muttering curses the whole way, startling a laugh out of Shiro.
After Keith leaves Shiro runs a hand through his hair and a plan starts forming in his mind.