“Are you sure I can wear these?” Shiro cautiously took the uniform from Keith, holding it carefully like a fragile artifact. “These used to… belong to your father. I don’t want to overstep-“

“Shiro.” Keith gripped the man by the forearm and pulled him in forcefully. “I’m giving these to you because I want you to wear them.” He looked down anxiously. “I know- I know it sounds weird, but it’d… make me feel better.”

Shiro raised an eyebrow, looking both sorry for his hesitance and completely confused. “…How so?”

“You’re all the family I’ve got right now. I guess I kind of just want to see someone who looks like him again.” He looked into Shiro’s eyes with a silent plea, trying to repress the urge to blurt out a ‘be my daddy’ and ruin the subtle push he was going for. “You’re like my big brother. It only makes sense for you to have them.”

“Uh.” Apprehensively, Shiro nodded. “I mean, if it makes you feel better. I guess that’s fine.”

Keith tried to suppress a smile as Shiro removed his shirt and pulled on the tight top that used to belong to his father; he had only given Shiro the underclothes, of course, but he didn’t need to know that.

He knew playing the lonesome orphan card would do the trick.

“Am I… putting this on right?” Shiro asked, clearly struggling to pull down the form-fitting fabric. Keith tried not to look too pleased, but he was glad he’d washed the uniform at too hot a temperature not long ago.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to fit like that. Less likely to catch on stuff and make you fall over.”

“Ah.” Shiro began to replace his pants, which did an excellent job of showing off his ass. Keith had already forgotten whatever he’d told Shiro to make him agree to changing right in front of him, but he was enjoying the show. Usually, Keith felt like he was the one being manipulated by the sneaky social tactics of others that confused the Hell out of him- but it was never too hard to get what he wanted out of Shiro. For whatever reason that was- maybe he just felt it was some sort of duty of his to go along with whatever Keith wanted? Anyways, no complaints there.

Finally, Shiro turned to Keith in the entire uniform, looking somewhat self conscious. “Well, does it… work on me?”

Keith smiled. “Yeah. Thanks, Shiro. You’re a great friend.” He couldn’t wait until he got a chance to excuse himself to jack off to the image of Shiro as his father in a skintight suit. Maybe it was a little morbid considering that his actual father was dead, but Keith had never had the most socially acceptable fetishes anyways.