[While he’s not what you could say “ashamed” of his body, it’s not as if he voluntarily strips down for just anyone. Normally his casual wear still retains long sleeves and pants, though that’s rather common for those working in the Garrison. Guess he’s just more comfortable with something covering him. But even still, reality is a thing. To show up with all of these marks and blemishes is not something most humans would react so casually to. Scars indicate wounds, wounds indicate pain, and pain is uncomfortable for people. Faced with their own fragility. And of course the awkward notion of whether or not they should ask about those scars, offer condolences, or if it’s more polite to simply ignore them and then come across as insensitive. It’s that kind of thing that usually gears Shiro towards keeping them covered. So others aren’t burdened by him.
Part of being a leader sometimes means shouldering the lion’s share on your own. Not all the time, but there are certain limits. Luchino mentioned him extending his most pleasant qualities, right? Well, that privacy is just one of them. Though it’s no longer private between the two of them. Out in the open, exposed, presenting… offering. Nakedness is vulnerability, despite what a muscular body and scars or scales would suggest. Luchino showed him everything. How could he not return the favor? Even with the air of arousal and intimacy settling over them, this goes just a little deeper than that.
Not to say he’s so absorbed in himself that Shiro doesn’t notice the way his partner’s scales suddenly change colors. Silver eyes widen in surprise and admiration as green and white shift to a lovely shade of red and pink, reminding him of some of the aquatic species he’s encountered, and some of the flowering exotics within his adventures with the other Paladins. He really is beautiful, his abilities impressive and admirable. That groan in response to his own reveal is flattering, but he still wants Luchino to decide for himself.
“A beating” is barely the tip of the iceberg behind the year-long experience he led, fighting in death matches for the Galra spectators. A gladiator wearing the marks that spoke of his weakness, his mistakes, his determination, his survival, and the blood on his hands to pay for that refusal to die. Luchino’s not wrong about the mental and emotional scars either. Perhaps ironically, perhaps luckily, most of Shiro’s memories of that time are locked away behind amnesia, so it’s not often he dwells on their details. As the reptilian man sits up and leans forward, Shiro keeps his place half on the bed, waiting for him to explore as he wants. A scaled hand rubs at his chest, knuckles and joints brushing over the scars. His flesh is smooth around those scars, many of them “smoothed” over with scar tissue. But some still retain their jagged edges, giving his physique the occasional change in texture thanks to raised tissues or sunken (missing) flesh. The attention is touching and he regards the other man with a silent gaze.
Luchino’s angry. Angry over him. It’s empathy, clear and simple. A human heart beneath those reptilian features.] In ways. [He doesn’t like to think much about it. What he did.]
It’s better to focus on me being alive, not what happened. [His voice is gentle, a soft suggestion they focus on now rather than then. Can’t change then, but they can enjoy now. As Luchino leans back and calls to him, Shiro exhales softly, a breeze of relief drifting through him that he’s accepted. Then turns to move onto both knees and prowls onto the large bed. Moving over those long red-scaled legs, hands smoothing over the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders as Shiro moves over him, knees settling on either side of his waist and his hands resting on Luchino’s broad shoulders. He slides one over and down, embracing his back as he pulls himself close, finding he hunter’s mouth again in a heated kiss.]
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Part of being a leader sometimes means shouldering the lion’s share on your own. Not all the time, but there are certain limits. Luchino mentioned him extending his most pleasant qualities, right? Well, that privacy is just one of them. Though it’s no longer private between the two of them. Out in the open, exposed, presenting… offering. Nakedness is vulnerability, despite what a muscular body and scars or scales would suggest. Luchino showed him everything. How could he not return the favor? Even with the air of arousal and intimacy settling over them, this goes just a little deeper than that.
Not to say he’s so absorbed in himself that Shiro doesn’t notice the way his partner’s scales suddenly change colors. Silver eyes widen in surprise and admiration as green and white shift to a lovely shade of red and pink, reminding him of some of the aquatic species he’s encountered, and some of the flowering exotics within his adventures with the other Paladins. He really is beautiful, his abilities impressive and admirable. That groan in response to his own reveal is flattering, but he still wants Luchino to decide for himself.
“A beating” is barely the tip of the iceberg behind the year-long experience he led, fighting in death matches for the Galra spectators. A gladiator wearing the marks that spoke of his weakness, his mistakes, his determination, his survival, and the blood on his hands to pay for that refusal to die. Luchino’s not wrong about the mental and emotional scars either. Perhaps ironically, perhaps luckily, most of Shiro’s memories of that time are locked away behind amnesia, so it’s not often he dwells on their details. As the reptilian man sits up and leans forward, Shiro keeps his place half on the bed, waiting for him to explore as he wants. A scaled hand rubs at his chest, knuckles and joints brushing over the scars. His flesh is smooth around those scars, many of them “smoothed” over with scar tissue. But some still retain their jagged edges, giving his physique the occasional change in texture thanks to raised tissues or sunken (missing) flesh. The attention is touching and he regards the other man with a silent gaze.
Luchino’s angry. Angry over him. It’s empathy, clear and simple. A human heart beneath those reptilian features.] In ways. [He doesn’t like to think much about it. What he did.]
It’s better to focus on me being alive, not what happened. [His voice is gentle, a soft suggestion they focus on now rather than then. Can’t change then, but they can enjoy now. As Luchino leans back and calls to him, Shiro exhales softly, a breeze of relief drifting through him that he’s accepted. Then turns to move onto both knees and prowls onto the large bed. Moving over those long red-scaled legs, hands smoothing over the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders as Shiro moves over him, knees settling on either side of his waist and his hands resting on Luchino’s broad shoulders. He slides one over and down, embracing his back as he pulls himself close, finding he hunter’s mouth again in a heated kiss.]