[ the striptease is barely a tease, but keith watches with wide, fascinated eyes. shiro's a sight to behold with his solid, defined build and when his hard cock finally comes into view, keith actually gapes. he's only ever been familiar with the straining outline of it, or when shiro had simply been naked but not aroused. imagination does a lot of work without keith's permission though, and seeing shiro bare and wanting for the first time, keith's heart does another flutter, his own cock twitching harder.
if his lizard brain weren't so fucking immensely preoccupied, perhaps keith would have had greater presence of mind to wonder about the vague familiarity -- but then again, just how much variation can there really be to big dicks anyway? but more damningly, when shiro rolls him onto his back, keith goes willingly and lets his hand fall to the side.
cock now thick and ridged, it bounces up to meet shiro's gaze. even so, keith is sincerely hopeful enough about shiro's willingness to accept him that he simply exhales and offers up a shy smile. one look at shiro's face and that smile wilts. panic overtakes keith as he hurriedly sits up and covers his crotch. ]
I- if you don't like it, you don't have to...
[ touch? put it in his mouth? interact? keith fumbles, eyes darting towards the pile of his clothes on the floor. he should've seen this coming. shiro had made his reluctance to engage with alien anatomy abundantly clear back when keith was more galra looking, but how was keith supposed to mitigate this?
well. the answers are clearer in retrospect. he could have gently guided shiro's hand down to his cock while there were still clothes in the picture and invited the guy to explore with his hand, but it's far too late for that now. mortified and kicking himself, keith lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping with his disappointment. ]
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if his lizard brain weren't so fucking immensely preoccupied, perhaps keith would have had greater presence of mind to wonder about the vague familiarity -- but then again, just how much variation can there really be to big dicks anyway? but more damningly, when shiro rolls him onto his back, keith goes willingly and lets his hand fall to the side.
cock now thick and ridged, it bounces up to meet shiro's gaze. even so, keith is sincerely hopeful enough about shiro's willingness to accept him that he simply exhales and offers up a shy smile. one look at shiro's face and that smile wilts. panic overtakes keith as he hurriedly sits up and covers his crotch. ]
I- if you don't like it, you don't have to...
[ touch? put it in his mouth? interact? keith fumbles, eyes darting towards the pile of his clothes on the floor. he should've seen this coming. shiro had made his reluctance to engage with alien anatomy abundantly clear back when keith was more galra looking, but how was keith supposed to mitigate this?
well. the answers are clearer in retrospect. he could have gently guided shiro's hand down to his cock while there were still clothes in the picture and invited the guy to explore with his hand, but it's far too late for that now. mortified and kicking himself, keith lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping with his disappointment. ]
I should go.