[ no beats missed, shiro's hands are on him, supporting at first until they pull keith in all the way so that they're chest to chest, and hip to hip. it's a tiny adjustment, but that's still all it takes for his dick to twitch as shiro kisses back and then kisses low.

keith obediently tips his head back to grant his boyfriend greater access to his neck, and lets out a soft noise when lips move and suck. whatever thoughts keith had fizzle as he abandons his grip on the sheets to cradle the back of shiro's head with one, while the other idly scratches up shiro's thigh.

what can he say? the hickeys he'd seen on other cadets and inmates had always looked kinda stupid, but hypocrite that he is, having visible signs of shiro's affection on his body is something that never ceases to make him go a little doe eyed in private. does shiro feel the same way about that? the squeeze at his ass is momentarily derailing, keith gasping by shiro's ear. his own grip goes tight on quad then, squeezing -- not hard enough to bruise but temptation runs hot in his arteries. ]

Great.

[ sounding just a pinch dreamy, keith shifts enough to catch the shell of shiro's ear with his teeth to nip and whisper. ]

Didn't know I'd get a nice welcome reception for the old-timer life.

[ it's not what shiro meant, but keith can't help teasing all the same. he releases shiro's ear, purring a little through the gentle suction at his throat. ]

Should I be reminding you to be patient more often?