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     Success. He’s going to nap so hard and curl around Shiro like a slinky. He’s so exhausted.

     Way to make it weird. As he definitely does not move an inch from his position. He’s got strength for days Shiro, he can fall asleep standing up almost anywhere now. Though you’ll probably have to catch him at his REM cycle. Like a cooked noodle he’ll fold.

     So much better that he’s hiding in that buff chest for a good hour. Might even fall asleep here.

@masqe​ asked:

Favourite food? Worst nightmare? Favourite sleeping position? Favourite sleeping position 😏? What are his hopes and dreams for the future now?

Favourite food?      Shiro’s favorite food is absolutely calamari. Any and all variations and he’ll even try anything resembling his favorite dish on any and all planets in any and all solar systems and surprisingly, he likes them all.

Worst nightmare?

     Oh this one is easily the reoccurring nightmare of his first night in a Galran prison cell. Levels upon levels of alien creatures screaming in languages he can’t understand and watching as one by one they’re dragged out of their cells, returning with something missing. A part of them ripped away by the Komar experiments, replaced with something else. And then its his turn. The nightmare doesn’t end until the saw begins cutting into his arm.

Favorite sleeping position?

     Shiro is a side sleeper, curled up into the fetal position with his back facing the wall. Once in a while he’ll toss and turn but fear usually keeps him facing the doorway. If he has a companion, he’s always pressed to their back, arms around them like a security blanket. But he’ll always put himself between the door and them.

What are his hopes and dreams for the future now?

Keith can’t believe the ease in which Shiro had carried approximately 160 pounds across the base simply because Keith had said he was comfortable. They’ve fought for each other, gone to the ends of the universe for each other, but Keith still finds himself blown away in random moments by the fact that Shiro gives that much of a damn about him. Keith wouldn’t believe it if not for the fact that Shiro proves it each and every time, constant reminders in the way he looks at Keith, touches him, puts down his work the moment Keith comes in … 

‘ Yeah ? You feeling hungry ? ’ he teases, thighs squeezing tighter around Shiro’s waist. In Keith’s defence, his intentions for retrieving Shiro from his office had been purely innocent. Simply concerned for Shiro’s sleep schedule, and missing his warm and calming presence to fall asleep against. His first mistake, perhaps, had been dropping into Shiro’s lap and sidling in close, because touch and Shiro’s words fluttering hot against his ear are irresistible and he can’t help but egg things along with this man who he pretty much has no defences up against. He can’t be blamed for capturing Shiro’s lips for a deeper kiss, then, and slipping in a bit of tongue.  

     Keith’s got the ‘clinging’ down to a T and Shiro’s not worried about dropping him anymore. His hands squeeze oh so gently as his grip becomes less about carrying and more about reciprocation. Cold metal and warm skin alike slide curious fingers under the man’s shirt, tracing the divot of flesh along his spine and aim to tickle just a little as he passes over his sides.

     “Haven’t eaten all day.” He purrs, nosing his way through brunette locks in search of more skin to kiss, pleasantly waylaid with lips he’s happy to indulge. The door slides shut behind them and the bed is just a few steps away, fingers gripping those hips real nice to lay his charge down across the freshly pressed sheets.