[ great is great. relieved that pesky nerves are out of the equation for now, shiro parts his lips a little wider to gather more skin and continues right on suckling. the nip at his ear has him sucking with more fervor, but then there’s the fanning of breath and a voice alight with teasing. disrupted with the need to laugh, shiro muffles the sound as best he can into keith’s neck. a valiant effort, perhaps, but with him abandoning his goal to render keith’s skin wet and pink, it’s no mystery that the joke worked like a charm.

he drops down further, both to get his ear away from the devastatingly effectiveness of that mouth and to press a kiss into the divot between his collarbones, just barely visible above the shirt’s collar. ]

You can. [ shiro loves seeing his lessons applied by others or in this case, his mantra adopted by his once protégé. he lifts his head, though stays bowed to look up at keith instead. there, he quirks a grin. ] Don’t expect me to be a devout follower, though.

[ he demonstrates this by giving keith’s ass another appreciative squeeze. goodness, it’s firm. some detail is, regretfully, lost with jean in the way, but the muscular shape of it is easy enough to discern. he doesn’t have to fill in any of the lost details with his imagination, though, does he? not tonight, because – ]

I’ve been patient. [ he sits up straighter and lifts his head. ] You’ve been patient. [ and a lean that’ll bump his nose to keith’s, nuzzling sweetly as metal fingers slot in between their bodies to pop the button of keith’s jeans. ] I think patient boys should be rewarded now.