(liberal use of prompt but shhh, it's for justice)
"Keith," Shiro protests, "You were the one who said you didn't want to be in some 'stupid-ass soap opera'. You were the one who said I should just get James or Curtis or…or Kosmo to play 'Keith' instead. You said you didn’t care if-"
Keith makes a hissing noise as Shiro run a soothing arm down his back. He rolls over to face his husband's side of the bed. "I'm not the one who thought it would be 'cool' to play myself in a stupid. ass. soap. opera in the first place," he says witheringly, and Shiro takes in the full wounded kitten look on his face and sighs.
Keith isn't done. "Besides, you were the one who made out with him!"
"For the camera, love. Only for the camera." Shiro pulls him closer and presses tender kisses to Keith's forehead, his nose, his scar, whispering apologies, and Keith finds himself deflating all over. God. How does he do that?
"Listen," Shiro's prosthetic moves over Keith's thighs in a way that makes Keith's own voice go completely unreliable. "I'm more sorry than I can say about agreeing to that, ah, stupid ass cameo. I will do any…thing," — Keith moans, slinking into his touch— "you want. In here. And anything you want," –Shiro's voice goes low—"even out there. Bridge, corridors, meeting room. Anywhere. Deal?"
I can fix that
"Keith," Shiro protests, "You were the one who said you didn't want to be in some 'stupid-ass soap opera'. You were the one who said I should just get James or Curtis or…or Kosmo to play 'Keith' instead. You said you didn’t care if-"
Keith makes a hissing noise as Shiro run a soothing arm down his back. He rolls over to face his husband's side of the bed. "I'm not the one who thought it would be 'cool' to play myself in a stupid. ass. soap. opera in the first place," he says witheringly, and Shiro takes in the full wounded kitten look on his face and sighs.
Keith isn't done. "Besides, you were the one who made out with him!"
"For the camera, love. Only for the camera." Shiro pulls him closer and presses tender kisses to Keith's forehead, his nose, his scar, whispering apologies, and Keith finds himself deflating all over. God. How does he do that?
"Listen," Shiro's prosthetic moves over Keith's thighs in a way that makes Keith's own voice go completely unreliable. "I'm more sorry than I can say about agreeing to that, ah, stupid ass cameo. I will do any…thing," — Keith moans, slinking into his touch— "you want. In here. And anything you want," –Shiro's voice goes low—"even out there. Bridge, corridors, meeting room. Anywhere. Deal?"
"Shiro I…ah…h-hell—deal."