Yes. They’re proof he survived. They’re also proof where he failed. Shiro’s not been able to give Adam any real stories about where they came from, only the vague knowledge they came from his opponents in the ring and other experiments and uses the Galra put him through. He’s glad he can’t give Adam details… His own brain doesn’t want to remember either. But instead of recoiling or dismissing them, Adam accepted them. Each motion of his finger over them, every time his kiss leaves its warmth on one, tell him they’re nothing to be ashamed of. They’ll never fade, but Shiro can still heal. He’s not lost that. He’s not lost Adam.
“A little over six and a half,” Shiro returns through a smile. “You could be my father.” Hey, if Adam’s going to joke at his expense, he’ll do the same right back. The banter never fails to lift him up, reminding him of his boyfriend’s teases from before. Adam’s lips settle against his own, setting the edges of his mouth alight with soft tingles of warmth. He leans in, wanting to feel more of his kiss, and reluctantly breaks it when the time comes to keep talking. Or groaning. That sound from his fiancé’s lips dives into his ears and Shiro holds onto it jealously.
He may be broader in shoulder and larger in sculpture, but Adam’s body is no less impressive. Shiro has seen several men, both human and alien, and none of them are as gorgeous in his eyes as the man in front of him. His lover’s training has paid off amazingly, the scars he’s gained from his survival and efforts all the more proof that Adam is incredible. Shiro’s not one to back down on topple, but it doesn’t take much for Adam to get the Palain on his back. Embarrassing a little, yes, but far sweeter and intimate. He feels his fiancé hard and throbbing beneath the towel and deliberately presses up on the ball of one foot so his hips grind firmly against Adam’s. Wanting him to feel as much as Shiro can.
The pool’s not in his mind anymore; it just took one movement of Adam’s hands reaching towards the towel on his hips for Shiro’s eyes to plunge straight down. Like weights suddenly hung on his gaze. And he’s rewarded for it. Shiro’s breath visibly catches in his throat when Adam tugs the towel off his hips, revealing the attractive V of his pelvic lines and his prominent arousal finally free of its confines. He swallows once and reminds himself to breathe. “Think?” What where they talking about again…? Oh, right. The pool.
Shiro blinks and tugs his eyes back up, a pink rouge glowing on his face as Adam kisses him on the cheek. And goes right for the jugular. “You did that on purpose,” he murmurs before unknotting the towel about his own waist and pulling it off. It falls on the ground amid Adam’s discarded covering and Shiro captures his lover’s mouth in a heated kiss again. “Then lets get wet.” And breaks away to travel the short distance to the water’s edge before diving right in.
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Date: 2019-11-03 09:33 pm (UTC)“A little over six and a half,” Shiro returns through a smile. “You could be my father.” Hey, if Adam’s going to joke at his expense, he’ll do the same right back. The banter never fails to lift him up, reminding him of his boyfriend’s teases from before. Adam’s lips settle against his own, setting the edges of his mouth alight with soft tingles of warmth. He leans in, wanting to feel more of his kiss, and reluctantly breaks it when the time comes to keep talking. Or groaning. That sound from his fiancé’s lips dives into his ears and Shiro holds onto it jealously.
He may be broader in shoulder and larger in sculpture, but Adam’s body is no less impressive. Shiro has seen several men, both human and alien, and none of them are as gorgeous in his eyes as the man in front of him. His lover’s training has paid off amazingly, the scars he’s gained from his survival and efforts all the more proof that Adam is incredible. Shiro’s not one to back down on topple, but it doesn’t take much for Adam to get the Palain on his back. Embarrassing a little, yes, but far sweeter and intimate. He feels his fiancé hard and throbbing beneath the towel and deliberately presses up on the ball of one foot so his hips grind firmly against Adam’s. Wanting him to feel as much as Shiro can.
The pool’s not in his mind anymore; it just took one movement of Adam’s hands reaching towards the towel on his hips for Shiro’s eyes to plunge straight down. Like weights suddenly hung on his gaze. And he’s rewarded for it. Shiro’s breath visibly catches in his throat when Adam tugs the towel off his hips, revealing the attractive V of his pelvic lines and his prominent arousal finally free of its confines. He swallows once and reminds himself to breathe. “Think?” What where they talking about again…? Oh, right. The pool.
Shiro blinks and tugs his eyes back up, a pink rouge glowing on his face as Adam kisses him on the cheek. And goes right for the jugular. “You did that on purpose,” he murmurs before unknotting the towel about his own waist and pulling it off. It falls on the ground amid Adam’s discarded covering and Shiro captures his lover’s mouth in a heated kiss again. “Then lets get wet.” And breaks away to travel the short distance to the water’s edge before diving right in.