Though Shiro fears losing Adam again, it’s not the urge to keep him off the battlefield that backed his attempt to dissuade his lover’s revenge. He’d never try to keep Adam from the battlefield; he trusts the man’s skill and individuality to do that. But… at least be logical, Adam. Shiro, however, wasn’t able to keep a swell of satisfaction and vengeful pride when his boyfriend did cut swaths through the Galra ranks during their battle for Earth’s freedom. Despite all his leadership and maturity, Shiro’s still only human. So very much so. Taking comfort in the man’s arms around him, clinging to those soft words of love, and almost sobbing when Adam promises they’ll get to say their vows. That wasn’t fair, Adam. But he needed to hear it as much as all the others. Their future is together… that’s the most important part. Even as they realize they have a lot to learn about how to actually be in that romantic relationship. It’s definitely going to be a challenge, but one he’s determined to face with Adam at his side. And across from him. And atop him…
Shiro can’t help but feel that ‘filth’ on his body being washed away with every sweep of Adam’s eyes. It’s impossible for him to continually feel broken and disgusting when his lover’s looking at him with such adoration. Adam loves him, accepts his body even with its wrecks and scars, and even enjoys relearning him. Shiro chuckles softly at the comment and lightly bumps the other man’s knee with his own. “Jerk. I’m not old.” And sinks into the kiss again, drinking in the warmth and presence of the man he loves.
Drawing back again, Shiro finds himself gently captivated by Adam’s gaze. He leans forward, resting his forehead against his fiancé’s. Part of his Japanese heritage, that ‘first name basis’ between himself and others. Yes, they have time tonight. Plenty of it. (Well, at least until the pool opens in the morning, at which time they had better have their butts out and back in someone’s room.)
He steps forward again, pressing himself flush to the other man. A soft groan seeps from his lips as his body rubs against Adam’s, muscular chest and stomach molding along Adam’s cut frame, lighter skin clashing with his darker. The walk here, his mind already rushing ahead of him to the passion waiting for them, doesn’t leave much in the way of resisting his own arousal, already starting to thicken and harden under the black towel. Hands fall on his shoulders and he rounds them into Adam’s touch, definitions rolling under his palms and fingers. “Do… you want to go swimming first? Or should I start spreading out my towel?”
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Date: 2019-11-03 03:56 pm (UTC)Shiro can’t help but feel that ‘filth’ on his body being washed away with every sweep of Adam’s eyes. It’s impossible for him to continually feel broken and disgusting when his lover’s looking at him with such adoration. Adam loves him, accepts his body even with its wrecks and scars, and even enjoys relearning him. Shiro chuckles softly at the comment and lightly bumps the other man’s knee with his own. “Jerk. I’m not old.” And sinks into the kiss again, drinking in the warmth and presence of the man he loves.
Drawing back again, Shiro finds himself gently captivated by Adam’s gaze. He leans forward, resting his forehead against his fiancé’s. Part of his Japanese heritage, that ‘first name basis’ between himself and others. Yes, they have time tonight. Plenty of it. (Well, at least until the pool opens in the morning, at which time they had better have their butts out and back in someone’s room.)
He steps forward again, pressing himself flush to the other man. A soft groan seeps from his lips as his body rubs against Adam’s, muscular chest and stomach molding along Adam’s cut frame, lighter skin clashing with his darker. The walk here, his mind already rushing ahead of him to the passion waiting for them, doesn’t leave much in the way of resisting his own arousal, already starting to thicken and harden under the black towel. Hands fall on his shoulders and he rounds them into Adam’s touch, definitions rolling under his palms and fingers. “Do… you want to go swimming first? Or should I start spreading out my towel?”