Thread by @An_Aphorism

#sheith #nsfw the first year after the war on Earth, the holidays are HUGE. They’re great for community building and moral boost. So there’s a Garrison/Alliance sponsored Halloween ball and all the Paladins are expected to attend in full costume.

Shiro goes as a knight, which Lance takes one look at the asks, “a paladin?”

But what Shiro’s really interested in is Keiths costume. He’s been hush all week even when cornered by the others, and Shiro for the life of him can’t think of what Keith could dress as.

At least until he shows up. There across the room he can see Keith helping with the food table as the party starts ramping up. It’s crowded and loud with the music and people but Shiro would be able to spot Keith anywhere.

Especially with that tall witches hat on his head.

Shiro makes his way over, delighted that Keith actually went for a costume. He’d been a little convinced Keith would just wear his Blades uniform. Not that Shiro minds... it’s... a hell of a uniform.

But then he gets closer and sees the costume in its entirety.

Keith is indeed a witch in a hat and all black, but he’s also gone for the dress option, and with his long legs it hits short. Really short.

Keith’s bent over arranging the foods and Shiro’s eyes follow the fishnets up and the dress is just barely covering his ass.

Shiro gapes and then Keith reaches for a far plate of deserts and the dress rises—

“Keith!” It’s a strangled gasp as he tears his eyes away.

Keith turns to him, already smiling. He’s wearing eyeliner and there’s a smear of red glitter on his cheeks. Fuck he’s gorgeous.

After that Shiro can’t bring himself to mention the shortness of Keith’s costume. He just finds himself following Keith everywhere, glaring at the humans and aliens that eye those long legs.

More than once Shiro has to step in when Keith bends or moves and the dress rises.

Because Keith should dress how he wants, but Shiro will be damned if any perves out there get a free look.

The (un)fortunate price is that he sometimes sees too much. The image of Keith’s ass in fishnets will haunt him the rest of his life.

The party wears on and all he wants

is to touch Keith, to slide his hands up under that sinfully short dress. He shouldn’t, Keith is just his friend but—

He’s so fucking hot looking like that. Practically glowing under the lights, happy to help with the party and mingle with the crowd.

Then a song comes on, one that Shiro doesn’t know but ignites something in Keith. He turns to Shiro with mischief in his eyes and an extended hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Saying yes to all of that suddenly in his space and sliding up against him

is the best & worst thing Shiro’s ever done.

Especially when Keith takes his hands and puts them on his waist. Shiro can just make out the fishnets beneath the thin fabric, he can feel the dress inch up slightly as they move.

He’s certain this will be the death of him.

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