[ Distracting is one way of putting it. It's almost not fair. The feel of Shiro's skin under his hands and his lips pressed against his own are enough; Shiro's hand on stomach, the hotness of his breath, his thigh so close yet not quite close enough are exhilarating. Should he really be this excited or is he just pathetic and desperate?

... Okay, probably pathetic and desperate. Which is probably why he laughs and his face feels a little warm when Shiro asks him what he wants. Truthfully, he hadn't exactly thought that part through. Or maybe it's hard to admit point blank because it's weird talking about. But his smile, at least, is confident. ]

Honestly? To push you over, pull your shirt off, and keep kissing you. I... haven't really thought much further than that.

[ Attraction is short-sighted, or something like that. Actually, Matt's just a little impressed with himself that he could even say that with a straight face. But then he hesitates. ]

Is this too much? I don't think I even know what normal boundaries are like anymore, Shiro.

[ It's the nature of the beast—being out in space for so long just does things to people. Wars do things people. Periods of isolation do things to people. Trying to remember what social expectations were like back on the peace of Earth is almost impossible. ]