Jun 9, 2022
masqe asked:
Sits on lap.
It’s hard to deny Keith anything. Especially when the weight of him is the most welcome thing draped across his thighs and its instinct to cradle him in the curve of an arm. The paperwork scattered across his desk can wait, he’s been pouring over it for a millennia already anyways and his eyes are starting to cross.
“Can’t sleep?” Shiro brushes the tip of his nose along Keith’s cheek, delves in to the soft locks loosely braided to plant a gentle kiss to the bare of the paladin’s shoulder.
