He'd faced down monsters from deep space, hoards of Galra fighters, Sendak and warriors in the arena (the latter ground he doesn’t remember), angry Alteans, being leader to a bunch of young adult (yikes). But nothing ever made his heart jump into his throat like the sound of that door opening after his knock. And he didn’t even have a bunch of flowers to hide behind. (Or a laser rifle.) He went as tense as a steel rod when Adam’s first action was to sweep him into an embrace. Only for a second or two. Before he melted into a hard hug right back, clinging to the man like he’d never let go. Of course, he had to because Adam picked that time to punch him right in the arm. Ow… That almost gave him a dead limb. Rubbing his bicep, Shiro followed Adam into his room and the rest of the night was… intense. But so very much needed.
Shiro didn’t “move on” so much as was a man with urges. He didn’t lie about his experiences. It was better he was honest with Adam and tell him he’d been with others during those two years. Lance and Keith primarily. But that missing year… He only told Adam that he had the feeling the Galra had other uses for him beyond the arena. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he couldn’t remember—didn’t want to. It wasn’t fair to his ex-lover to not know what a wreck he was getting back from the depths of space. The scars, his trauma, his missing arm, his amnesia. Broken and used and war-torn. He just hoped that Adam had been able to move on and find happiness with someone more worthy, someone who would treat him better.
But… Adam hadn’t. He tried, but… hadn’t been able to. On the one hand, Shiro felt even worse for that. On the other… that’s what finally made him tear up and cling to the other man like a lifeline. To be that loved… Yes, it was slow and difficult recovery, but they were getting through it together. Being accepted and treasured like this was… amazing. As was that first morning he woke up beside Adam in the same bed. As were those heightened nights together. There was no way he could forget how much Adam meant to him before. Now he feels it branded into his skin, left emblazoned by teeth, hands, arms, legs, lips, and more. It’s breathtaking. Even walking to the pool tonight had left his pulse quickening and his body already starting to thrum with interest and arousal.
Shiro stands by the pool, gazing down into the water, a simple black towel wrapped around his waist. He eschewed a swimsuit as well, for obvious reasons, but even then couldn’t bring himself to walk around naked in public. Hearing footsteps, the man glances over his shoulder, finding Adam standing not too far off. Dressed just in that towel. And his eyes… Shiro visibly pauses, lips parting as he’s caught up in his lover’s gaze. Such warmth and love… For a moment, he really feels he doesn’t deserve it. But the gentle spell’s broken and he comes back to reality as Adam smirks at him and just has to keep that uppity hint Shiro feel for a long time ago. He flushes a little at the question and rubs the back of his neck, though his smile says he’s proud of it.
“Some of the Paladins were more ready to stretch rules than I was. Guess they rubbed off on me.” He lowers his hand, scarred muscular body backlit by the pool lights. “You look amazing, Adam.”
[ooc: Totally alright! I will and can write novels. I am quite all right with a host of set up (as probably now obvious).]
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Date: 2019-11-03 12:03 am (UTC)Shiro didn’t “move on” so much as was a man with urges. He didn’t lie about his experiences. It was better he was honest with Adam and tell him he’d been with others during those two years. Lance and Keith primarily. But that missing year… He only told Adam that he had the feeling the Galra had other uses for him beyond the arena. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he couldn’t remember—didn’t want to. It wasn’t fair to his ex-lover to not know what a wreck he was getting back from the depths of space. The scars, his trauma, his missing arm, his amnesia. Broken and used and war-torn. He just hoped that Adam had been able to move on and find happiness with someone more worthy, someone who would treat him better.
But… Adam hadn’t. He tried, but… hadn’t been able to. On the one hand, Shiro felt even worse for that. On the other… that’s what finally made him tear up and cling to the other man like a lifeline. To be that loved… Yes, it was slow and difficult recovery, but they were getting through it together. Being accepted and treasured like this was… amazing. As was that first morning he woke up beside Adam in the same bed. As were those heightened nights together. There was no way he could forget how much Adam meant to him before. Now he feels it branded into his skin, left emblazoned by teeth, hands, arms, legs, lips, and more. It’s breathtaking. Even walking to the pool tonight had left his pulse quickening and his body already starting to thrum with interest and arousal.
Shiro stands by the pool, gazing down into the water, a simple black towel wrapped around his waist. He eschewed a swimsuit as well, for obvious reasons, but even then couldn’t bring himself to walk around naked in public. Hearing footsteps, the man glances over his shoulder, finding Adam standing not too far off. Dressed just in that towel. And his eyes… Shiro visibly pauses, lips parting as he’s caught up in his lover’s gaze. Such warmth and love… For a moment, he really feels he doesn’t deserve it. But the gentle spell’s broken and he comes back to reality as Adam smirks at him and just has to keep that uppity hint Shiro feel for a long time ago. He flushes a little at the question and rubs the back of his neck, though his smile says he’s proud of it.
“Some of the Paladins were more ready to stretch rules than I was. Guess they rubbed off on me.” He lowers his hand, scarred muscular body backlit by the pool lights. “You look amazing, Adam.”
[ooc: Totally alright! I will and can write novels. I am quite all right with a host of set up (as probably now obvious).]